INV Only Steampunk & Magic RP. PM if you wish to join.

[margiela]

They are a gang and they mostly assasinate ones they hate.

[Brox]

Okey, and well wait for the other two before beginning.

[margiela]

Gotcha

[margiela]

Also forgot to add in the bio that Elizabeth is the leader of the Deadly Assassins.

[hedgehog101]

Name: Oliver Lloyd (Seymour? Still choosing a last name)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Sexuality: Pansexual/romantic, polyamorous
Faction: Deadly Assassins

Build:
Her figure isn't one that stands out, but is beautiful none the less. She is slender, which allows her to have plenty of agility, and a bit on the short side.

Personality:
Oliver is a confident woman. She is very clever, and good at hiding her loathing for the general public. She is smooth and ambiguous in her speech. She is quick to jealousy, but is not generous herself. She can be fairly competitive with other women, and while in public her anger is kept controlled in her stone emotions, it is evident when she is alone with another person.

Equipment:
A small knife that she keeps sheathed and tucked into her belt, easily accessed, but hidden my her shirt. On higher-danger tasks, she carries a pistol as well.

History:
Oliver was a low class girl of the streets, who grew up with her mother until the age of nine. London, being overpopulated as it was, had no generosity for the two beggars, and Oliver grew to hate those around her who treated her and her mother as if they were invisible, without a bit of sympathy. When Oliver was 9, her sick and malnourished mother died, and Oliver tried to find allies in the streets. By this point, she wasn't one to appreciate much company, or trust easily, but she knew she could not survive alone. She became part of the Deadly Assassins, accepted for being small and unnoticable, and in the gang's eyes, disposable. Her main skill at the time was an expertise in pickpocketing, a skill she had picked up while trying to survive on the streets with her mother. Over the passage of time, she has grown to hide emotions and become in a sense an actor of sorts, keenly aware of her own actions. Somewhere along the latter 9 years, she found her way into the scene of the upperclass, fitting in with a stolen necklace or two, and her poise. It brings her joy to infiltrate as such, as she mocks the foolish lives of the wealthy.

Techniques:
Oliver hides her identity as part of the gang. For her, her secrecy is her best asset- along with her appearance- a treacherously fragile combination. She is often seen frequently attending events such as governmental meetings, high class parties, and the like- though not many there know her name. She has a way with words, her method to get herself into these situations, as well as quick agility. Most of the time she is a thief of both concrete things, as well as knowledge and secrets.

Appearance:
(Wip, I'll sketch out a picture of her later! She has short dark hair, that is longer in the front. She wears a thin white shirt, and a dark corset. Her shirt sticks out beneath her jacket, tapering out at the bottom. Here's a jacket that looks a bit like her's: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/282671314086756839/ Oddly enough, she tends to keep a few folded pieces of paper tucked into her belt along side her knife- poems. )

[Brox]

Accepted I'll update front page when on computer on phone atm!

[hedgehog101]

Awesome! I'm looking forward to starting the rp! Victorian London sounds like such an interesting time to role-play in! I have a bit more knowledge of London during the Romanticism time period, though some of it coincides with the Victorian era!

[Brox]

I think we can start and well just see if more people join along along he way. I know we've deffo for one more person coming f she's just dealing with irl issues atm

[hedgehog101]

(Okay, sounds wonderful! Would you like to do the first rp post? )

[Brox]

Banshee stood on an outcrop "He" had his sniper aimed tracking a police officer in his sight who was wrapped in the usual navy uniform with its gold livery, he had been harrassing some street kids and that just didnt sit right with Banshee. Banshee adjusted the lense on his rifle and locked it into his goggled, softly squeezing the trigger as the barrel span on his riffle a shot launching out of it spinning in in the air and pentrating the officers skull. He dropped too his knees and then fell forward silent. Banshee exhaled from smoke from the vents of "his" mask, "he" enjoyed being high. It gave "him" a position of power and control "he" adored. Even as rain poured down over the dark slums off the city he sat there quite simply enjoying the night.