➳ Assassin's Creed III Roleplay.

[koi97]

Altair sighed and paced along the the roof she was on.

[Cheesy34]

Connor:
"My notoriety is... high." I say, glancing back once. No trouble. I patted my horse's neck absentmindedly.
"Off to Boston." I muttered to myself, then kicked my horse's sides.

[koi97]

Altair sat down and watched the citizen pass below her.

[lightscales]

"I could grab a few posters, bribe a few people." Andres offered, following him and frowning. "what did you do to get it so high?" He asked, intentinally riding beside him to block him fron a stray readcoat who seemed to be suspicious.

[koi97]

Altair muttered something under her breath. The italian cursed a few times and looked around for any redcoats.

[House Stark]

Name: "I am called 'Diarmuid Conall O'Rouke'."
Gender: "I don't see how you could confuse me for a woman."
Nationality: "Irish."
Age: "Twenty nine years, I've lived."
Personality: "Ive been raised in my order harshly, learned to hold my tongue and do as I'm told without question or thought. I'm not one to joke or laugh or smile often. Some think me strange, others admire and praise my strength. I'm a man of little words, and I'm not too social, but no man is meant to be entirely alone, and I may talk to a select few people often enough."
Order: "Templar. I was born into this title, but I understand little of our cause. Yes, control is needed to establish peace. Though, I've been sent on many missions that take that too far, in my perspective."
History: "I was born and raised in Ireland. My father being the highest positioned Templar in our country. My mother had nothing to do with the order. I wasn't exactly planned, and neither of my parents were ready for a child z I grew up in Killarney, my father only knowing of my existence when I was nine. He killed my mother for hiding me from him and took me in. I was treated with a forced respect, and 'only the best' (as my father had said) training. I grew strong and skilled in combat as the years dragged on, surpassing the other apprentices at the age of fifteen. Word came overseas that new land needed establishment. Without any say, I was shipped to America to serve my father's order."
Weapons: "I carry two flintlock pistols, two swords, three combat/skinning knives, a rifle and a wood cutting axe. I'm skilled with all of these in battle."
Family: "My father, Conall and my dead mother, Erin. I know no other family"
Abilities: "I am aware of my surroundings, quiet, brave, and intelligent. But I lack swiftness on my feet, possessing more brute strength than agility."
Crush: N/A
Spouse: N/A
Kids: N/A
Other?: Batman.

[Cheesy34]

Connor:
I kept looking ahead, but replied, "I killed a few people."

[lightscales]

"What kind of people?" Andres asked, looking a the other assassin.

[House Stark]

... Are the rules to be taken seriously? It seems your all typing a sentence or two, the RP owner's last post only being a single sentence. It says two is the absolute minimum.

[Cheesy34]

{{Le facepalm. Sorry, I had WB. I'm better now.}}
Connor:
I looked at Andres. "A few of them." I gestured back with my thumb. Looking around, I realized we were almost to Boston. I hadn't been here in a while, and I was starting to miss the busy streets. It seemed filled with life, more excitable. When I first came with Achilles, it was more happy. Now I had the weight of being confronted by Templars on my shoulders.