The Assassins Guild

[Grimnebulin]

Name: Hybrandt Silverfish

Job: Necromancer

Abilities: Making skeletons, zombies and simple undead constructs. Basic alchemy, specializing in poisons and antidotes. Can cast spells to temporarily blind and confuse. Can channel spirits.

Weapon: Crossbow, magic

Appearance: Green eyes, short black hair and a finely trimmed pencil moustache. Skinny. In the Guild, he wears a black robe with silver skulls, but 'on the road' he mostly wears a light brown leather armour, hidden by a grey shirt, with a simple grey cloak. He wears high boots of supple, dark brown leather, strengthened in places with stiff leather.

Character: The elites of Midvale and the Guild have always been much in favour of necromancy. Living in this environment has left Hybrandt a bit careless - while most necromancers would be secretive about their craft, Hybrandt doesn't see a problem with going out wearing his black robe.
While his work has largely toned down his old carelessness, most of this has been replaced by pride and arrogance. Hybrandt is cowardly and vain and doesn't care who knows it. He's also an incorrigible womanizer and has tried to seduce most of the women in the Guild. This has not made him very popular.

Background: Hybrandt was the family necromancer for the noble DeLuce family, and was often sent out to do 'special' jobs for them. However, he soon realized that the Assassins Guild would be much more profitable, especially with the experience he gained from the DeLuces. He has proved very valuable in jobs involving undead, and is often called upon to ensure that the souls of targets can't be recovered.
Hybrandt rarely uses his undead creations for actual killing, instead preferring to use them for distraction and gathering information - he has found that a simple slow-working poison attracts much less attention than an undead shambling through the city.

[Da Pwny]

Name: Marcela Inglwood
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Elven

Occupation: Envoy (eventual assassin maybe? )

Abilities: slight environmental control, animal empathy and language-speak; high stealth, sharp eyes and ears; highly effective dual-wielding, trap setting, and a few other basic thief skills

Weapons/Equips: short sword and dagger set (often used together), potion sack (which for now carries 'bartering supplies' ); raven familiar which is usually near her somewhere, if not perched on her shoulder

Attitude: quiet, ruthless, cunning, and single-minded, her childish innocence having been killed off along with her family; hard-lined, cares for no one but her familiar, remaining family, and the rest of her clan; sometimes she borderlines upon insanity, and often her actions seem weird and offbeat...

Appearance: fair skin, thin body, green eyes, grayish-white hair; white commoner clothes underneath a forest-patterned cloak for blending into the environment; sword made from a gold/iron/mithril alloy that gives it a yellowish-brown hue, dagger with a mithril body and a folded silver blade

History: Marcela used to belong to an 11-strong family until her clan was attacked, seemingly without reason, and only she, her mother, and her brother were left alive in the onslaught. After that day and for many more, she learned how to fight, hide, and kill from the clan's only remaining sword fighter, and quickly became a well-rounded fighter. She also began practicing skills of thievery on the side, and also became well versed in them, although advanced techniques were impossible from her location. So when she heard about the clan's retaliation and that they needed an envoy to relay the message and some goods, she immediately volunteered.

Although seemingly young, her elven blood makes Marcela as deadly as a full-grown adult male of about 24, and even moreso because of her exquisite stealth capabilities. Her skills with a bow and dagger/short sword are superb, and she can adapt to most light weapons. Beyond that, she cares little for those around her, focusing only on the job she has and how (if possible) to use those people around her to finish said job. After that, they're pretty much disposable in her mind...

Marcela has never been outside of her clan until now, so she takes in everything with a careful eye, looking for anything that might be useful or necessary to her current job. Caring little about money, she enjoys completing tasks more than getting paid, and will often let someone trustworthy handle it (although she doesn't care about money, she'd rather have someone she can trust hold it than someone who's going to spend all of it and let her go hungry). She is direct, to the point, and doesn't waste energy and time on unnecessary words. Her raven familiar, Caraksu, is usually nearby her, and is an extremely intelligent animal that Marcela treats like another person.

[Crow]

Name: Kurt
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Occupation: Bard/Part time master thief

Abilities: Can play any string instrument thrown at him, very good with his hands, knows how to get his hands on some unusual trinkets. Also knows how to make minor illusions which are almost always put into his shows or practical jokes.

Weapons/Equips: A cutlass, shortsword, and hand crossbow. Has dozens of trinkets that are obviously magical in nature. Last off is his lute, which has a few lockpicking tools hidden in it.

Attitude: Loud and quick to show off, he's always quick to put in a snide comment. He dosen't seem bound by any sort of law, normal or moral. He's honestly just as likely to jump off a bridge as cross it.

Appearance: Black boots, purple pants and vest, (Neon)green long sleeved shirt. The last is an oversized hat with an enormous feather stuck to the side. His skin is a fairly average color, his eyes are blue, and his hair is whatever color he has it dyed at the time. It's currently a deep blue.

History: A thief since his childhood, he soon found he had quite a talent for it after he practically stole a mans house while he was pacing the rooms. By the end of the night everything was missing except for the furniture. Eventually he met a traveling bard that taught him the trade and sent him on his way. Ever since he's been going to the homes of nobles under the pretences of a show. Amazingly no one has ever associated his apperance with their thing's dissapearence.

[xXSyNthetic.TheSiSXx]

Name: Nika (Last Name Unorigined)
Age: 2400
Gender: Female
Race: Demon

Occupation: Elite Assassin

Abilities: As such, every Assassin should know the basis of all skills: Interrogate, Pick-Pocket, and Eavesdropping. Nika's skills do not simply just lay within the basic parameters of the Guild, she possesses incredible amounts of Agility, Stealth and Acrobatic Prowess from extensive training over the past 400 years of her life. Her gifts with a wide variety of Melee and Ranged weapons so she isn't just limited to just one weapon, if need be she will fend for a weapon or rather use her hand to hand skill.

Weapons/Equips: Anything she will get get her hands on. But her fancy particularly goes to her Razor Katana she brings to every battle. Other that the Sword she carries no more than the cash that is given to her for the mission at hand.

Attitude: Border Line Anti Social, Grim, Ice Cold sense of humor. Will rarely give anyone the chance to speak if it impedes on her mission. Although Nika shows a general disregard for most lives she is confronted with she is headstrong and loyal to the end.

Appearance: Though lacking the true visage and body structure of your run of the mill demon, Nika had fashioned herself a human body in the demonic depths so as to fit in with the common rabble.

Pale White Skin, average athletic body, Deathly Crimson Red Eyes, Silk Black hair. All that Nika is seen with is a Fairly Large , Black Body cloak with the hood fashioned enough to cover most of Nika's face during the times she walks around. Material that makes up her cloak is of a silkish texture with the feel of some sort of Egyptian Cotton. Her Katana is fastened within the cloak she wears at all times.

History: Nika Never really fully understood her purpose in her existence other than to kill or be killed. It was how she was raised and how she will remain thinking. Although history beyond her childhood is concidered forbidden to go into, Nika, Simply began to forget her past until she had forgotten who her parents were, where she was from or even what her ambitions were.

Being on a fringe to kill everything with her own hands she stumbled across the Assassin Guild who took a fancy to her prowess and skills in combat. But, being very erratic in movement and how she went into battle the Guild Leaders saw fit to train her in the ways of the assassin. With the feeling of almost being born again, Nika, once again found a purpose and began serving it without and yield or non-faith.

400 years of her life has passed by and Nika has become one of he Elite in the Order killing her targets mercilessly with stealth and Guile. No lower assassin dare oppose her since she was been known to kill off her own partners to finish the mission proving her ruthlessness in battle.

[Gin]

Name: Lediw. Lechim.
Age: Appears 27.
Sex: Male.
Race: Hybrid, Human/Fox.
Job: Ex-Elite Assassin of the Midvale Guild.

Appearance: Even though a hybrid between a Fox and a Human he has majority of human features.
He has fox like ears and his jaws and face has reminding features of a Fox though completely human skin, his eyes are Yellow/green like as a fox eyes should've been.
Else way he has some hairal features along his fit arms up to his hand aswell as at his face though he tries to make it nice it always ends up with a 1 day new shaved facial hair.
His legs and arms that is reminds very much of how a fox is built though has the stand up features that a human has as well as the 4 together on ground will do fine when running or for suprise attack missions! The hair around him majorly appears dark Red/Brown.

He wears Dark Red and Black trashed textile around him as clothing based on a pair of half trashed pants and t-shirt, these textile is wrapped around him to cover him well cloth wise and such. He also wears a belt of a sort made of Ring Chains cabalbe of carrying sword sheat or other alike etc etc.
He also has a dark neon blue Bandana at his head with a cracked skull symbol at it.



Weapon/s: Natural Nails, Martial Arts Techniqued and a Long small Mithril Bottle with easy lock seal at it often carrying some sort of poison capable to get into the nerv system of living beings to paralyze them. The Long Small Mithril Bottle works as a steel stick of a max extended lenght of 1 meter though majorly is at 3-5 decimeter long.

Personality: Calm, not so often at ease though, it always seem to be something bothering his mind.

Background: Once a member of the Assassin Guild Midvale though dropped out or kicked out as some say for unknown reasons. Else way he still lives around the area since he grew up near the woods there a couple of miles out of town where there was a village ones though now adays it is just ruins.
He joined the guild a long time ago to find a meaning with life. Though he found out that with time instead of the meaning with life, the reason to death which might have had something to do with his drop out/Kick out rumours!?

[Da Pwny]

(ok, Gin, that last sentence there made.... like... no sense at all O.o also, I think you mean 'anyway/anyways', not 'else way' which isn't in any thesaurus that i've ever seen ._. just thought you'd like to know... btw, would you happen to be using a translator for this?)

[Gin]

Thanks for naming it, nah it was a stall... I chatted at MSN and lost myself probably...
But I edited it...


BTW, his Long Bottle stick is a nice idea right?

The bottle thing unlocks good features in battle as he can poison his victims/enemies at distance

[Da Pwny]

um... whatever you say o.O

[knightc3]

((I finally got it, my character I mean. Grim tell me if it doesn't fit with your original storyline))

Name: Derek Green
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Occupation: Spy for Archduke Cryph, slightly delusioned with his loyalty though

Abilities: Has been spying on Midvale Guild for some time now without detection, so better than most of the guards guarding the guild headquarters itself. Stays away from the better assassins for fear of detection. Exceptionally good in hand-to-hand combat. Never sleeps, has limited 'night vision'.

Weapons/Equips: Enchanted gauntlets made of "liquid metal", can take any shape within limitation of the mass of the metal present, at his will. Melts any kind of skin and even weak metal that comes in contact with the metal (He cannot take them off like conventional gauntlets, obviously, so has to wear them all the time)

Attitude: Stays aloof from the world, hasn't talked to anybody in years because of his task/job (usually kills anybody who manages to spot him let alone get close enough to talk). Confused and disillusioned about his loyalty to the Archduke. Has sympathy for the elves that were slaughtered but isn't ready to accept it yet.

Appearance: Completely dressed in black leather armor with a knee length black robe with a hood, on top of it. Much taller than a normal human, has an average muscular built. Has completely black eyes(linked to the magical affect on his gauntlets).

History: He was best in his class on graduation from the military academic. He was an orphan who used to steal till he got caught at the age of 15 and joined the military to avoid punishment when given a chance by the archduke himself. He was brainwashed and given training to further improve his 'spying'(stealing) skills and then let loose to spy on anybody who plots to harm the empire, in other words, the archduke.

Only the archduke and few of his closest and trusted advisers know of his existence. For the rest, there was a mock trial held after charging him for a murder in which he was found guilty and apparently executed. At the last minute, a switch was made and he has been out of the city ever since. He has the complete freedom to carry out whatever justice he feels required against those who do harm, or plan to harm the empire. Many nobles and a few high ranking generals have died mysteriously in their homes/forts as a result.

His gauntlets weren't always enchanted. He made a deal with a traitorous, but powerful alchemist who promised to enchant his gauntlets in exchange he would have to spare his life. Due to some complications and side-effects of the procedure (The skin under the gauntlets was burned and he can never take them off, and the eyes), he killed the alchemist in his rage.

His isolation from the city and witnessing the many atrocities the empire's forces commit on the elves and the others are beginning to take an affect and he is slowly beginning to doubt his loyalty.

[Grimnebulin]

Actually, that would work very well, and smooth out some bumps in my planned plot too! Shall I PM you some info about the Empire that I thought up? It would make sense that a spy would know that.

[knightc3]

Lol yeah good point Thanks.

[Grimnebulin]

OK, I've sent you a PM.

Does anyone still have any questions? If not, I'll start the RP now.

One more thing:

I have a new, busy schedule now. On monday, tuesday and wednesday, I have one hour of free time. Therefor, I must ask you not to post too much on those days.
Please, don't post more than two messages on those days. Try to keep fighting scenes brief, or save them for later. There are still four days in the week when you can post all you want, and I won't have time to make a good post if I have to spend fifty minutes reading older posts every day.

[Crow]

Alright. No questions from me.

[knightc3]

Thanks for the info. I will keep in mind about your schedule when I post. Lets start.

[Gin]

Iam ready to get going, *BTW I should mention my "Bottle weapon could have been explained better with a Pipe containing liquid xD"

As I said I am ready!