forum Just Another Assassin // O/O // Closed, stalkers are cool

Started June 13, 2019 by @bubblegum

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wOw so it's gonna be straight for once I know
Anyway, so my girl Grace is an assassin hired to kill one of the kingdom's most prized royals - the prince. I don't even need to explain the rest, it's one on one.

May I?

I don't wanna seem rude but can I get a sample of ya writing style real quicko

Sure thing!//

It was unnaturally dark as Caelum walked through the halls of the freezing cold house. He could hear the creaks and the groans of the boards beneath his weight, and he shivered again. He could see the tiny white clouds of air float above him. But he barely noticed them, only seeing the pair of bright green eyes staring at him. He froze, his hand going for his flashlight. His breath trembled, his eyes widening. And then… "Meow."
"Goddamnit, Frederik!" (Sorry if you don't like language, I can edit it out.)

I love it! Yeah, I'm fine with language. You're in! Let me get a template up.

Alright, thank you!

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Role:
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
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Name: Grace Tsuji
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Assassin
Appearance: Grace has stick-straight, raven-black hair down to a little below her shoulder. Thin, almond eyes with very dark brown (almost black) coloring and pale skin. A medium size, around 5'7", and pretty slim - willowy and flexible would be the right words. Usually wears black things with bright pops of color - for most of this rp, it'll be a black t-shirt, leggings, and shoes, but with a bright, dark blue leather jacket and a bright yellow leather calf sheath. For, you know, a knife.
Personality: Grace is a 'no dip sherlock' sort of person. Headstrong, defensive, and fiery, and insulting the things she cares about can reeeeeeeeeally get under her skin. However, she's also a sarcastic little piece of crap, captain obvious, smart, and calculated. You'll see.
Other: Since it's sort of fantasy, she has a small, red, chinese dragon named Mame, no longer than the distance from her fingertips to her elbow.

Name: Caspian Nightingale
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Prince
Appearance: Caspian has short, well trimmed silver-blonde hair that's hung loosely over by a golden band across his forehead, representing his crown. He has big, wide green eyes filled with curiosity and a hunger for more. He has lightly tanned skin and freckles cover his back, shoulders and sprinkle lightly across his cheeks. He's well built, tall, and rather strong. He wears a black tanktop underneath a red shirt with black decorations, and long black gloves. He wears black pants and boots, along with a long black and red cape that trails behind him slightly.
Personality: Caspian is kind and loyal to his people. He's tenderhearted, but fierce. He chooses his battles carefully, and isn't afraid to face those who challenge him. He's sweet and gentle. He loves children and animals.
Other: He's very good with a crossbow, rapier and bow and arrows. He has a husky named Blizzard, and he adores her.

hnnnnnnhnnnnnn I love him

Thank you!

Alright, want me to type up a starter?

Can I stalk?

Yes please!

Grace landed quietly on the roof of the castle, waving a two-fingered salute to the plane that had dropped her off. This would be easy. Once inside the castle, none of the royal sort really did much, she knew.

Caspian was silent as he stared at the stars on his balcony. He wasn't tired, to nervous for his coronation in two days. He was quiet, petting Blizzard as she panted softly, her head resting on his lap as he sat there. He sighed and looked down. He was terrified to become king. But his father was growing old, and his mother was already dead. It was going to be his job now. He needed to be ready. Blizzard whines and he smiles a little. "I know girl. Me too."

Grace had seen the prince from the plane, so she ran quietly across the roof, dropping down gracefully (ha) on the side of the castle opposite the balcony Caspian was standing on.

Caspian stretches before looking around. "I think we should call it a night, huh girl?" He says gently, walking back into his room, letting Blizzard in before shutting the doors. He scrambled into bed, already in his nightwear for that evening. He settled under the blanket before Blizzard settled next to him.

Grace carefully opened the door, slamming it loudly behind her and sprinting away behind another hallway, Mame uncurling from her shoulder and snorting. It would be a distraction from her actual work.

Caspian fell asleep, his breathing soft and quiet. Blizzard perked though, hearing the door slam. She huffed and shut her eyes as well, keeping her master warm.

Grace handed Mame a bobby pin, and he took it and went to delicately unlock the door that she knew held the prince. It unlocked with a barely audible click, and Meme snaked up back into her jacket. Grace unsheathed her knife and slid in, ducking under a desk.

Blizzard looked up when she heard the door click and saw a shadow. She growled lowly, but was silenced when her master groaned softly. "Easy girl… go back to sleep, okay?" Caspian mutters tiredly. She eemed ot relax before settling back on his chest.

Grace opened her jacket, letting Mame slide out and skitter towards the bed. His job was to knock the dog out - or even kill her, too, if he felt like it. Not that Grace cared - she only needed to get an open window to kill Caspian.

There was a snarl and a whine before Caspian shot out of bed. "Blizzard? Girl? What's wrong?" He fumbled around in the dark, hearing the soft thud of his companion. He fell out of his bed on the opposite side, a soft breath left his lips.