-»∂εα∂ℓy sнα∂σωs«- Assassin RP (Semi-lit) (Accepting)

[Brightpaw]

Username: .:Brightpaw:.
Name: .:Caterina (Cat) Calandra:.
Age: .:22:.
Gender: .:Female:.
Weapon(s) most skilled at: Throwing knives & Ninja Stars
Companion(Optional): Lorenzo (Lorrs) her Pine Marten
Personality: .:Caterina is very blunt, and to the point. She doesn't spare people's feelings, she just tells it like it is. Sometimes this can lead to trouble, especially with her sarcasm and irony mixed in. She is very opinionated, and will fight for what she believes is right, no matter the cost. She is optimistic, a real light in the dark. But she can be very brittle, and sometimes shy. She is not one to sit on the sidelines though, and will speak her mind. Sometimes she says things without much thought about her words before, which again can lead into bad situations.

Overall, she is very cheeky, mischievous, and even a little harsh. But she will give her heart and soul to everything she loves, and is a very loyal and passionate friend. She has a bit of a die-hard attitude to life.:.
Crush: .:None. And you are welcome to try and change it.:.
History: .:If I told you I would have to Kill you. Literally.:.
Other: .:Just because I am a girl, doesn't mean I am nice.:.[/center]

[Brightpaw]

((I posted a form but it needs to be accepted by a mod. Just letting you know. And I noticed you check if we're semi-lit so I'm going to say this: I post the same amount as everyone else posts. So I will be semi-lit on this.))

[Emberrose]

(Okay.)

Riccardo Contiello
Riccardo nodded when she said her name. "Nice to meet you, Iris," he whispered as she pulled him back into the shadows. He followed her gaze to the figure with the horse. "Is he the one that stole you're horse?" he asked her, though when she raised her bow to aim at him he figured that the answer was yes. Riccardo stood watching, wondering if the man was a templar.

[Brightpaw]

((My post has come up.))

[Soul Of Space]

Username: A Demon's Angel
Name: Belvender "Vender" Amadeo
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Weapon(s) most skilled at: Bow and Arrow, Daggers
Companion(Optional): Falcon named Buona Fortuna, which means "Good Luck" in Italian.
Personality: Vender is a quiet fellow. He often sneaks up on people, and is light on his feet, which is why he became an assassin. He's cold when you first meet him, and he would kill you if you said something wrong. This shell is a defense mechanism. He's been an assassin for several years, and has learned to trust no one, not even himself. Under the shell, however, is a quiet, caring side. Ven would gladly fight for those he loves, and give his life if it meant keeping them safe.
Crush: None, yet.
History: Belvender's parents had been assassins since before he was born. They hadn't told him until he was thirteen, and seeing that he had to be taught the ways of an assassin, because he'd been raised by them, he agreed to keep the secret until he was as fully trained as possible. Around his eighteenth birthday, Vender's parents were murdered; no, they were assassinated. He had remained hidden, so he was left alive. After the assassin left, Vender decided it was time that he actually go out and truly become an assassin. Kill, and leave no trace.
Other: None.

[Emberrose]

(Accepted Brightpaw)

[Brightpaw]

Caterina Calandara - Female - 22 - Pine Marten called Lorenzo.

Caterina walked around the marketplace, keeping to the shadows at the edges of the buildings around her. Her eyes, wary and distrustful, scanned the crowds that jostled and shoved. Her boots crunched softly on the ground, and her clothes were dark and blended in with the shadows she was consumed by. She slipped into the shop she knew so well, and walked to the man serving. He wordlessly handed her the items, concealed within a bag, and she in return placed some coins into his hand. "Grazie." the man said in his husky voice. Cat left the shop and pulled her new throwing knives out of the bag. She attached them to her belt, where they joined many other assorted weapons. Then she pocketed the bag, and moved on through the streets; noticing they emptied as she got further from the market.

[~:Stitch:~]

(sorry! is slightly grounded! wont be on as much...)

[~:Stitch:~]

Zan smiled at the girl and he quickly dispatched the last remaining guard. "Are you alright? Borgia are quite annoying aren't they?" He asked her. He examined his chest wound and decided he would look for a doctor later. He then looked at the female assassins arm wound. He sighed and sat down again as if nothing has happened. "Your a rather impressinve assassin I must say."

[Emberrose]

Luciana la Rosa
Luciana wiped the blood off of her dagger and sheathed it. "I'm fine," she said, taking a bandage from her pocket and wrapping it around her arm to stop the bleeding. She looked at Zan, not sure if what he said was a complement or just a stereotype. "Thanks, unless of course you're just going to give me some speech on how girls arnt the best fighters," she said. Glancing back at the bodies of the guards, she sighed. "Perhaps it would be best to get out of here, before somebody finds these bodies."

Damiano de Luca
The assassin continued along the streets, which were less crowed now as he headed away from the market. Good, he liked it better when there weren't a bunch of people crowing the streets, and he enjoyed the silence. Skye flew off of his shoulder and circled higher up, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Damiano glanced up at his hawk and then continued walking, not really concerned about contracts at the moment, as it wasn't that often he just was able to wander around with free time.