Assassin's Game (private rp)

[wingfeather]

(This is a private rp between wingfeather and brooke0518, if that is not you then please dont post on this thread)

Set in the dangerous days of the medieval ages two men, both born assassins and carefully trained to do the business that any lesser man would quail at... were suddenly, unbeknownst to either, set against each other by command. The two soon enough figured out what had happened and a dangerous game of to the death was begun and a clash of wits was engaged. Both were determined to come out on top but only one would be victor, or was there an alternate path?


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Name: Alister (Surname unknown)


Gender: Male


Age: 26


Personality: Alister is cold and calculating.  He doesn't form emotional bonds, easily.  He is very business-like with the way he operates.  He does not discriminate, when it comes to his target.  He is very smart, knowing how to execute his kills with precision and without getting caught.  He's quiet and keeps to himself, when not on the job, as he knows how to blend in with society.  He is well spoken and astute.  He can be manipulative and clever around people, and can get others to do what he wants.  He doesn't show much emotion on his face, so he is hard to read.


Backstory: Alister was in an orphanage, ever since he was two years old.  He has absolutely no memories of his family, who his parents were, or if he had any siblings.  He remained in the orphanage, occasionally passed around, by multiple families, but never finding a true place to call home.  When he was fifteen years old, he was approached by a man who, rather than adopt him, offered to hire him, to work for him.  Alister, being eager to leave the orphanage and not be constantly passed around, agreed.  It was when he arrived, that he found that he was hired to kill for this man.  he made his first kill, a couple of days, before his 16th birthday.  He felt especially loyal, to the man who hired him, even if his reasons were far from morally correct.  He feels indebted to him, and will make kills for him, without question.  His work has given him the blessing of a stable life, with a roof over his head, food, and decent clothes.  He has an unwavering loyalty in him, even though he claims no surname, for his identity.


Chosen weapon(s): Daggers, poisons, a stiletto blade


Strengths: Strong mental fortitude, calm under pressure, sharp knife skills, he is good at sneaking (to make his kills from behind), good locking skills to get into a home, he makes clean kills that rarely get discovered.


Weaknesses: He's terrible at making kills from a distance, he can be stubborn with assignments (even if they appear too big of a task for him), he can sometimes be very impulsive and can make decisions on the fly (whether they are good decisions or not).


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[wingfeather]

Name: Gaige Húnan Eidenai (Ee-den-ā-ī)

Gender: male

Age: 27

Personality: Gaige has a habit of putting on a mask of amiability that, at first meeting, would cause most to dub him ''a pleasant enough fellow,'' but that is just a ruse to hide who he really is. Years of killing hardened Gaige into who he is now, a steely, determined man, rough and ready for anything or perhaps more accurately, anyone, his hirers will throw at him.

Backstory: Gaige had always been a rebel and had exsasperated his parents to no end in his younger years and no amount of discipline seemed to mend the problem. He always fought with his other eight siblings and was always an outsider among them. With other people he was fine for he knew how to put on the air of a well behaved and polite boy, though he often only did it to meet ends of his own. But the problem was never mended, Gaige ran from home at fourteen after getting into trouble over something, he felt that an injustice was set on him and that his family was being unfair. He ran in with a group of men in a city far from his home and soon learned what it was they were about. He decided to join them. The men decided they liked the city slicker boy and had seen him think on his feet enough times to find it worthwhile to train the lad.
Gaige never forgot his first kill, an odd shiver had run through his body that day, a broiling wave of emotions, he didn't know what to do with them so he packed them away and took the money for his work. The second killing had the same effect, though it was less acute than the first. And the third was like it but still less. The years want by and the pattern continued, till there was no more emotion to put away, just dead quiet.

Chosen weapon(s): bow (often tipping the arrows with a cyanide potion of his own make), a light short sword

Strengths: lightweight and can move and climb with great agility, keen eyesight, steady hand

Weaknesses: not a very good wrestler, his appearance (easily seen and remembered), running is not one of his strong points though he is fast enough, can at times be easily distracted (unless he is locked on a target, then his focus is immovable).

Appearance: Tall (perhaps six feet), grey eyed, bright red hair.