M a s q u e r a d e | accepting! | Assassin RP

[tavros.]

[Recap please?]

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{ Nixianaria returned to North's pier and got scolded by Rune for missing her training session. That's really all that happened haha. }

[tavros.]

[Oh...well...yay I get to do nothing ]

[amphetamine.]

N҉i҉x҉i҉e҉ A҉k҉u҉m҉a҉ B҉l҉a҉z҉e҉

Nixanaria Akuma Blaze
Rank: Little Killer~North
Age: 15
Gender: Female

With a huff I used my fingers to comb my hair back into place thanking my lucky stars I was off the hook. I turned on my heel and began walking away but not without another of my trademark witty remarks. "They are people not pests. Don't just tell me to kill so nonchalantly, I'd be taking a life and the most I've ever done is spill a bit of blood but not...killing." An involuntary shudder ran through my body before I could take another step. I hated the idea of just eliminating someone but I supposed I'd just have to get used to it. Maybe I could go find that awfully rude boy that I'd met in the alley or maybe I'd find someone new. With that thought in mind I picked up the pace watching civilians as I moved looking or the telltale signs that they were in fact an assassin.

[tavros.]

Jace|Den|Irritated
I couldn't believe that she had done this again. I dragged her out of the bathroom, despite her obnoxious complaints. "Isa, just go get the first aid kit from the hall," I said, irritation obvious in my voice.

Isane|Den|Still Pissed
I reluctantly obeyed, rubbing my head as I opened the hall closet, fetching the first aid kit from the top shelf. I brought it back to him and he started putting all this stuff on my hand, and it felt like it was on fire. "Ow, seriously that burns!!"

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{ I don't know how to respond to any of this }

[RedAteTheKitty]

Hattie
North

Hattie was sleeping fitfully. Even dreaming she was in pain. She broke into a cold sweat. It seemed she was still in tons of pain. She twisted and turned, but didn't wake up.

[ I'm using my new phone to post... so if there are typos and stuff thats why. I got a galaxy s3 (: ]

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• r u n e . a v e r y . n i e l s e n •
Male | 19 years | Head Assassin | North

>>Rune shifted his position beside Hattie as she stirred in her sleep and shook her shoulder in an attempt to wake her. "Hattie, I need to go out soon, so I'll be leaving you for a while. Someone should be here shortly to take care of you." He stood and armed himself with a few knives and his newly-sharpened Khopesh.

• l y r i c . r o s e . m a s o n •
Female | 14 years | 'little killer' Assassin | South

>>San Francisco was starting to bug the h*ll out of Lyric; she had been there since the big mission of long ago and wouldn't leave since she knew a vast majority of her Clan were still roaming the city. Her target was dead, her crude injuries were healed into ugly white scars (which she wore quite proudly), three of her precious knives were gone, and she was starving without money. Adam once paid for way to San Fran but she had no clue as to wear he was; she knew of the fact that Havoc was now in the area but she didn't want to risk getting into a fatal spar with him since she was in such a poor condition. The Head Assassin of South, along with her little brother, Alex, were also not on her list of 'locations-known.' Shouts sounded nearby and the girl lifted her gaze a smidge in time to see another teen, about her age, scale the fire escape of a building and disappear inside.

• a d r i a n . " h a v o c " . m i c h a e l . m e y e r s •
Male | 15 years | 'little killer' Assassin | South

>>Adrian wrinkled his nose and kept his eyes on Nixie until she disappeared before turning and heading back the way he came from. He was bored out of his mind and he was hoping to find Lyric or Alex so he could fight them - he was even in the mood to fight Katsa but that had to wait until Bloodbath - the city's disgusting population brushed passed him on the skinny sidewalk in their hurry to get to their destinations and he pushed and shoved his way through them as well. Chains rattled together with the boy's long strides as he reached up toward his head to fix his now-windblown hair; he checked his phone for the time and his stomach growled just as he realized it was time for the second meal of the day: lunch.

[Socks + Lani]

:: Blade Masquerade Returning/Joining Form ::

{ B a s i c s + A p p e a r a n c e :: Full Name; Katsa Marie Johnson. Nicknamed 'Kat' or 'Kitty', though dislikes both nicknames , Age; 17 years of age, born the 4th of Novemeber , Gender; female , Clan; South , Weapon(s); A katana that she 'named' Gareth. She originally had Jasper, but he bit the dust. She also carries a lasso and throwing knives , Hair; Katsa has medium brunette hair that falls in waves to about chest length. She usually wears it down, but on the battle field she keeps it up in a tight ponytail , Skin Tone; Spanish and Italian bloodlines mix to give Katsa a light olive skin tone , Eyes; Katsa has hazel eyes; light brown mixed with pale green , Body Type; Katsa is just a bit on the short side- five feet, five inches tall- built with rather a boyish shape. She is quite 'flat' and not curvy- though she's slim and fit. If she wanted to, the girl could easily pull off the look of a boy; but she's perfectly happy being female thank you very much , Accessories; "I'm an assassin, not a model" , Tattoos; around her left wrist Katsa has the words 'there's no way you're getting out of this' which is lyrics from a song she likes , Piercings; Both ears pierced twice , Other; Katsa is left handed and has a bad habit of playing with her hair .

"Oh yes, I'm smiling; only because I'm thinking of watching you die"

{ D e e p e r T h a n B e f o r e :: History; Katsa was born into a family of three. A drunk, abusive father who was a drug user and a mother practically the same. The third member of the family was her older brother- David. He was ten years old when she was born and died when she was six. When she was three, Katsa's parents gave birth to a little boy- her younger brother Alex. Not wanting the life that Katsa and he had; David surrendered him to foster care. Three years later, Katsa's parents died of an overdose and her brother was mugged. After living on the streets for a while; she was adopted by South Clan. She lived there alone for seven years- training hard to prove herself to her clanmates. At the age of thirteen, someone somehow found out about Alex. Katsa rescued her younger brother minutes before assassins of the Exile Clan set a fire in his home and burned the other members of his foster family. After a bit of explaining; Alex eventually accepted it and agreed to come back to the Clan. To be frank- he started off as a useless assassin. The Clan was all for getting rid of him until they found his true talent- computers. After a bit of coaching from Katsa he soon picked up a bit of skill. A few months ago; Katsa's hard work finally paid off and she was promoted to head of her Clan. This is a position she intends to keep for a very long time- and nothing will stand in her way , Personality; Katsa is a girl who hides inside her shell. Her exterior is cold, harsh and no-nonsense. She seems the kind of person who takes no orders, runs the show and will plow through anyone with effortless ease if they stand in her way. She is. But that is besides the point. Inside, Katsa could be described as slightly neurotic. She worries a bit, plans ahead for every possible outcome and inwardly panics if even the slightest thing starts to go wrong. Sure, she may seem cool, collected and reliable on the outside; but inside she is flipping out. Katsa is very sarcastic, snappy and has no time for other people. Quite frankly; she hates socialization. She avoids it at all costs and does the work herself. She relies on only herself and doesn't trust anyone unless they do something to earn it. She is eternally loyal to her Clan and will never, ever leave a Clanmate in distress. She does have a soft side, though it barely ever shows through. She can be teasing and does have a sense of humor, though she prefers to cover it up with the 'I'm the boss; deal with it' front. Katsa can get over-protective and slightly obsessive over things sometimes- especially her missions. She is fiercely determined and will not give up, no matter what. Beware; start something with this girl and be ready to fight , Likes/Dislikes; likes solitude, authority, practicing weapon skills, the pain of other people [fair to say she's sadistic] and people who match her ability. Dislikes large crowds, guns, being disobeyed, being injured and feeling weak , Weaknesses; Being neurotic as she is, this can get in the way. Her size is also a disadvantage as there are plenty of people who are bigger and stronger than her. Her stubbornness and isolation from the others causes her to be short of help when she is injured , Strengths; Katsa is a girl with intense focus and can manipulate her weapons of choice with the ease someone might move a limb. Her position of authority may also be counted as a strength. She is also very quick-thinking, which means making split-decisions in the field comes easy for her , Scars/Old Injuries; Her nose is slightly crooked from where is was broken in a brawl as a young assassin , Favorite Color; forest green , Weapons Skills; S-Class Other; when she gets worried she tends to lock herself away somewhere and pace in the darkness .

"If you just said what I thought you said- you're toast, mate."

{ S o c i a l & S u c h :: Relationship Status; Single , Crush; "Oh for heaven's sakes!" }} none , Personal Comrades; Alexander Johnson , Family; Alexander Taylor Johnson [younger brother, 14] , Personal Enemies; All of North Clan and basically anyone not inside her Clan , Children; "*facepalm combo x2* }} none , Other; Her theme song is Have a Nice Day by Bon Jovi .

:: Blade Masquerade Returning/Joining Form ::

{ B a s i c s + A p p e a r a n c e :: Full Name; Alexander Taylor Johnson, goes by Alex , Age; 14 years of age, born the 6th of March , Gender; male , Clan; South , Weapon(s); an S&W .45 Colt, carries throwing knives and always wears a Kevlar vest , Hair; Alex shares his hair colour with his sister; though unlike hers it is straight and falls in a messy mop to the bottom of his ears , Skin Tone; Again, identical to his sister's, with a few freckles on the bridge of his nose , Eyes; The only feature not similar to his sister's; his eyes are a steely blue-gray , Body Type; Alright, so Alex is unlike his sister in this feature as well. He is tall for his age- standing at five feet seven inches- and muscular with broad shoulders and a hard stomach. Alex is fit from the amount of running around he does; despite being in love with his laptop , Accessories; "Do I look like I care about my appearance?" }} he's never seen without his laptop, but if this doesn't count then none , Tattoos; "None, Katsa refuses to let me get one until I'm sixteen" , Piercings; "Again, nope" , Other; plays with his fringe when he is concentrating or thinking hard. Sometimes when he is reading. Has an irrational fear of planes .

"Do I have to?"

{ D e e p e r T h a n B e f o r e :: History; Much like Katsa's. As previously mentioned; Alex was a useless assassin when he first joined, but after a few lessons with his sister he learnt how to throw things and shoot a gun. He was always for the computers- even when he was a young kid. Once they found his talent, the Clan instantly put him to work in the security department- coding, hacking and password protecting. He prefers working in the Security unit, though still does some field work for the Clan as they are currently short of members , Personality; Alex is a carefree kid who always tries to find the humor in everything. And he usually succeeds. Alex is the loud, rowdy, energetic one of the Clan- always putting himself out there and oblivious to the thoughts and feelings of other people. He believes that if they have a problem with him; they can deal with it. He's a cheeky kid- that's for sure. He's always teasing, joking and being sarcastic as he tears about his everyday life like a tornado on a caffeine hype. He can be quite stubborn and argues with people until he's sure he gets his point through; then he may promptly turn around and leave. He also has a temper and I pity the person who provokes his rage; because- for a normally mild-tempered kid- his rage tantrums are violent and merciless. However, he's usually equipped with a sunny attitude and a positive outlook on life. Living as an assassin really doesn't phase him , Likes/Dislikes; Alex likes annoying his sister, making his sister panic for no good reason, annoying Lyric [he takes her coldness towards him personally], technology and doing what Katsa describes [and is probably right about] as 'stupid things'. He loves the rain and will often run around outside and splash in the puddles like a child. As for dislikes, well, he doesn't like not having a voice and he dislikes being separated from his beloved laptop , Weaknesses; He's not a great assassin, but he can shoot and throw knives; so he's OK. However, this may come as a disadvantage if he were to be hunted down , Strengths; Alex is a tall kid and he's strong, which means that he has a better chance of coming out on top in a fist-fight. He is also a master hacker and can create passwords for files that are close to impossible to hack. Due to his sunny disposition, he also has friends in different places , Scars/Old Injuries; He doesn't have many as he hasn't been there long and he didn't do a lot of fighting , Favorite Color; electric blue , Weapons Skills; Beginner/Intermediate Other; likes being loud just to disrupt other's solitude [god, Alex, you are such a nice person! ;D] .

"And the barf bag is in plain view. Another of the reasons I hate planes"

{ S o c i a l & S u c h :: Relationship Status; Single , Crush; "Nope!" , Personal Comrades; Katsa Johnson, Amanda Spelling , Family; Katsa Marie Johnson [older sister, 17] , Personal Enemies; No one, besides the opposite Clan. , Children; "Really?" }} none , Other; His theme song is In the Summertime by Thirsty Merc .

:: Blade Masquerade Returning/Joining Form ::

{ B a s i c s + A p p e a r a n c e :: Full Name; Brooklyn June Keys. Earned nickname "Shadow" for silent work. Also goes by "Brooke" or "Brookie" , Age; 17 years, born the 7th of January , Gender; female , Clan; North , Weapon(s); A leather whip reinforced with steel cable, a 1 metre metal pole and her body , Hair; Brooke has rib length ash blonde hair that she usually wears up in a ponytail , Skin Tone; she has a fair skin tone; not exactly olive but not pale white either , Eyes; bright, crystalline blue , Body Type; Brooke stands at five feet and seven inches so she's about average height. She is slim and flat-chested; though she has very rounded hips. She sees this as a curse and hates it with a passion , Accessories; "I really don't have time for that sort of thing" , Tattoos; an infinity symbol and the word 'unity' underneath it on her wrist wrist , Piercings; ears, but nothing else , Other; was once teased for her mixed heritage [Irish, Scottish, English, Spanish, Australian & Danish] but she changed that quite easily .

"If I like you, I like you. If I don't; I don't. That's the way it is."

{ D e e p e r T h a n B e f o r e :: History; Brooke had a perfectly fine life. Successful father, successful mother and the only child. There was just one problem. Brooke was the kind of person who was always doubting herself, and her parent's excellence made it worse. She felt like nothing was good enough for her overbearing mother so, on the say she turned twelve, she turned away from the table and walked out the door; never to be seen by her parents again. By that time, she was already skilled in many martial arts. Brooke was never the academic one; always the more athletic type. She participated in kick-boxing, judo and karate. So, it was no surprise that when a young Rune- injured at the time and expecting a foe- charged her in a back-alley; she promptly flipped him straight off his feet and sat on him until he agreed not to attack her again. So maybe is was a bit of a surprise for Rune; who was two years older and a lot bigger than her. Thus her entrance to the Clan. From there on, she began to teach herself various methods of hand-to-hand and other weaponry that didn't involve blades or guns. She soon earned respect in the Clan; proving herself to be a strong and merciless opponent , Personality; Brooke is the kind of person you expect to push open those grand double-doors, stalk down the hallway with arms swinging and slam her hands down on the honcho's desk; giving him a death glare. Brooke is the kind of person who takes her work very seriously and is committed and loyal to her Clan. She is quiet and reclusive; not liking socialization too much. She doesn't have many friends- if any- in the Clan, so this may be part of the reason. In her free time she tends to be outdoors and doing something active; she hates not moving. Brooke gets antsy if she is not doing something, which is hardly ever. She is sarcastic and slightly sadistic. She finds it hard to let herself relax in large crowds and- when claustrophobia kicks in- is likely to have a huge hyperventilation fit and even faint if it gets that far , Likes/Dislikes; Likes being active, large spaces, quiet/solace, improving skills and building things. Dislikes having to sit still, small spaces, having to socialize and being beaten in a fight , Weaknesses; Brooke has a limited use of weaponry and her Claustrophobia can get incredibly bad. Her size may also be counted , Strengths; She is very agile and flexible and years of martial arts mean she is strong in hand-to-hand. She is also very quiet and you never see her coming until it's too late , Scars/Old Injuries; Quite a few, though her most memorable one is the slash on her left shoulder she gained from her first meeting with Rune , Favorite Color; maroon , Weapons Skills; Advanced/S-Class [whatever works] Other; Claustrophobic. Like really, really Claustrophobic .

"There's always a choice. You can stand up and fight or you can watch everything you live for slowly dribble away"

{ S o c i a l & S u c h :: Relationship Status; "I'm single; there's not much room for love in this line of work" , Crush; "Brent Smith from Shinedown. OK, that doesn't count. Whatever. Just saying" , Personal Comrades; none , Family; none , Personal Enemies; South Clan , Children; "No crush, no boyfriend, no husband; you do the math" , Other; her theme song is Stand up by All That Remains .

:: Blade Masquerade Returning/Joining Form ::

{ B a s i c s + A p p e a r a n c e :: Full Name; Brenton "Brent" Kerch , Age; 24 years old, born the 14th of July , Gender; male , Clan; South , Weapon(s); 9mm Glock, Semi-automatic rifle and a blow-dart gun , Hair; Brent has sandy blonde hair that is swept up in a sort of back-comb , Skin Tone; Mr. Kerch has fair skin as he is part English, part American. Safe to say he's not tan , Eyes; Brenton has steel blue-gray eyes. , Body Type; Brent is average height at six foot, with square shoulders and a muscular build , Accessories; none , Tattoos; his forearms are mostly covered and he has a few on his side , Piercings; nose ring , Other; is basically anti-social .

"Without the pain we have no strength"

{ D e e p e r T h a n B e f o r e :: History; The past is fuzzy for Brent. A few months ago, he was caught in a serious fight and earned himself a concussion- which wiped out basically everything that had happened before the last five years of his life. He doesn't remember his parents at all, but he remembers the first time the kids at the orphanage beat him up. He remembers lying on the cold concrete silently, bleeding and battered and bruised, their voices screaming at him as they pummeled him. But he just took it quietly. He remembers the guy on the street watching him attempt to beat up a garbage can. He remembers the man coming over to him, changing the position of his hand and walking away. He remembers delivering a roundhouse shot straight to the face of his main tormentor. He doesn't know the face of the looming figure that ushered him out of the orphanage and into an old, abandoned house. Then, that first moment he was handed a gun. His first shot, somehow- miraculously- finding the dead center of the target. The rest of it is a blur to him; except that his guns are his only friends- always have and always will be , Personality; Brent- as previously mentioned- is practically anti-social and hates socialization. He avoids it at all costs and stays apart from the rest of the Clan. He will not talk to a person; simply shrug or shake/nod his head in reply. Unless, of course, you can prove yourself worthy of his conversing to. Brent is focused and once he gets something into his mind nothing will stop him. Since he doesn't socialize, he has plenty of time to practice his skills and has become very fluent with many different types of guns and hand-to-hand combat. He takes his work seriously and prefers to do things himself. He isn't so proud that he won't ask for help- if any of his clan mates would help him anyway. He prefers to stay out of clan affairs and spends his time in a hideout no one inside his Clan knows about. Brent does not have much of a temper, but his calm and collected manner means that it's hard to get him flustered on the battle field. He can get mildly annoyed when people interfere with his business, but that's about the only time the quiet, peaceful demeanor breaks , Likes/Dislikes; Likes guns, quiet, being in control of his own life, being alone. Dislikes other people, having to be involved and loud noises , Weaknesses; He is very out-of-the-loop, which may be considered bad, and also his range of weaponry is limited , Strengths; He is a crack shot with a gun and is quite strong , Scars/Old Injuries; He has a lot. Like, a lot , Favorite Color; sea blue , Weapons Skills; Advanced Other; nope .

"There's justice and then there's violence"

{ S o c i a l & S u c h :: Relationship Status; Single , Crush; none , Personal Comrades; none , Family; none , Personal Enemies; north clan , Children; none , Other; secretly bisexual. His theme song is Bones by Young Guns .

:: Blade Masquerade Returning/Joining Form ::

{ B a s i c s + A p p e a r a n c e :: Full Name; Amanda Victoria Spelling. Goes by Mandy, though has the affectionate nickname 'Mick' from Alex , Age; 15 years old, born the 29th of December , Gender; female , Clan; south , Weapon(s); Anything bladed and she has a lasso on her at all times , Hair; about rib length, wavy and light blonde , Skin Tone; pale skin from English heritage , Eyes; bright blue , Body Type; Amanda is about average height for her age, standing at five feet and four inches. She is slim and fit though not curvaceous , Accessories; "I don't wake up every morning worrying about being pretty" }} she has her mentor's old charm bracelet , Tattoos; none , Piercings; ears but that's about it , Other; Irrationally afraid of dogs .

"Trust your instinct and aim for the gut"

{ D e e p e r T h a n B e f o r e :: History; Amanda's family died in a car crash when she was four years old. She herself was injured badly, then taken into an orphanage when she was well enough to leave. The clans first came to her when her overly opinionated nature began to show through. The story she likes to tell the most is of the kid who was stealing the other's lunch and beating them up. Once he picked on one of the younger kids who had no chance and this outraged Amanda. She shoved the boy to the ground, kicked him in the gut and walked off with the kid. The first thing she was taught was how to shoot a gun, but she was never any good at it. Then they gave her a katana. Oh, Amanda and her blades. She and they could slice through anything they wanted to. She could hurl the knives with enough force to drive midway into a solid, wooden board. Anything with a blade seemed compatible with Amanda's hands , Personality; Amanda is a mixture of different things. On one hand, she's teasing and carefree, taking great pleasure in the embarrassment of other people. She could be described as curious- or more frankly nosy- as she likes to be involved with the happenings in the Clan. She is very cheeky and makes jokes at everyone's expense. It doesn't matter how high in the hierarchy you are; Amanda will still joke around with you and act like you're her best friend. On the other hand, Amanda is aggressive and hot-tempered. She argues with others regularly; never giving up. She can hold onto that same opinion long after the conversation has been dismissed. She doesn't like taking orders and has strategic plans for everything and anything. She's a bit of a prankster and is constantly playing silly jokes on her clan mates. She doesn't see being injured as being weak; she sees it as a symbol of strength and bravery. It's fair to say she's pretty fearless- except for dogs whom she had a bad experience with in the past , Likes/Dislikes; Likes toying with people, laughing, missions and knives. Dislikes unfriendly people, boring situations and not having anything to do , Weaknesses; As she comes across dogs quite often this proves bad for her. Her weapon skills are also limited , Strengths; She maneuvers her weaponry like one would move a limb. She also has reflexes like lightning and can run very, very fast when she wants to , Scars/Old Injuries; She has a few from fights and one from the top of her belly button to her chest from being in a car crash , Favorite Color; candy red , Weapons Skills; Advanced Other; none .

"I only look up to you because you're taller than me"

{ S o c i a l & S u c h :: Relationship Status; single , Crush; "maybe I do, maybe I don't have one." , Personal Comrades; Alexander Johnson , Family; dead , Personal Enemies; north clan , Children; "We're not in the middle ages now, matey" , Other; her theme song is If Today was Your Last Day by Nickelback .

.{gtg for the night, will finish Amanda & Brent in the morning. lol. Brooklyn. Of course you love Brent <3 anyway sorry these are late >w> I have school and it's kind of overwhelming ha ha :P

edit: finished!~}.

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{ Accepted, just finish up the last two ^3^ }