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

[~Victoria~]

Razi sat in her tree. She couldn't help but smile...the paper that was in the glass bottle with her necklace was a contract...She read her grandmother's words. "If you ever find this my dear...It means that I am no longer with you...I love you...you must know that. There is in fact love in the world...but that is far from what I am about to tell you. Though you must keep those words in mind for the contract below...you must not loose yourself.." She sighed...it was as if her grandmother was talking to her...she could imagine her voice...Shaking her head, she continued to read the words. "There is a man...in the village to the north...He is tall...dark brown hair and surprisingly bright blue eyes. He is built well, and is dangerously attractive...do not be fooled by his looks, nor words...He is also highly skilled with weapons...If you can...do not go at this alone...take a brother with you...if you have someone...someone you can trust...and if you are in the...brotherhood...I am sorry to tell you that he is one of your own...But do not let those words make you think he is on your side...he is far from being on your side...Actually, he hunts your kind...and kills them, making it look like he is on their side, but then he disposes of them. For a long time, I worked against him when I was young...working in the shadows...we almost had him...but he slipped, disappearing. We had to go on with our lives, I went into hiding...got old...your mother and father were killed by this man...to attempt to find me when they sent you to me, considering I was the closest relative. He found me...I asked for 11 years with you, and he granted them to me...If you are reading this...That means my eleven years are over...and I must start a new part of my life...Avenge me...Ti amo my Bambino...and good luck...His name is Adrian..." Tears rolled down Razi's cheeks as she read this...a wave of sadness flowing over her. She sucked in a large breath...then frowned, anger taking the place of fear..."I will avenge you..." She growled, whistling. Lightning came, running toward her. She jumped from the tree, expertly landing on his back and turning him around, heading toward town. One..she needed her weapons...and all of them...two...if she saw Damiano...she would let him know where she was going, but she knew, with his new contract...and his new...ragazza...that he would not help her with this...she was on her own. "YAH!" She yelled, Lightning ran faster. Lightning ran through the small village and she hopped off of him, she ducked into the hideout, grabbed her things and pulled out a pen and paper..she wrote a note to Damiano...hoping he could read. "Dear Damiano...I should be back shortly...I have a contract of my own, it has personal value and no money involved. I must kill a man named Adrian...He is the one who killed my grandmother...and my parents...If I do not return within a few weeks...I am most likely not living anymore. Keep Ciro safe, and good luck with your new contract and your....new...donna friend...yours...Razi.." She put the paper on his bed, coming out of his room and walked back into the alley, jumping on Lightning's back and racing through the market place and toward the town north of here.

[Titles]

{ 0.0 }
"Hmm.. Why must you give me such a hard question?" Iris teased,
before sitting up straight and clearing her throat. "I started climbing
trees, about the age of four. I made it to the fifth branch and it
snapped. An assassino had been snooping around, and heard the
branch fall and my scream. He saved me, but left instantly. " Iris
breathed and then continued. "I followed him for a few days, with
a stray black cat following him. He only noticed me when his small
cat purred and purred and flicked her tail in a bush. He came
over to the bush, and saw me. Grunting, he gave me a bow and a
single arrow and told me to find myself some food. I did as I was
told and caught a small bird. We shared it and he taught me how
to care for myself, how to hunt, how to be an assassino. He died
one day from (place sickness here)."

( will put more later - moms kicking me off :C )

[Emberrose]

Riccardo Contiello
Riccardo smiled lightly when she teased him, then listened to her story. "That's interesting," he said with another smile. He paused for a moment, watching the stream, lost in his own thoughts. "My parents were assassins, that's how my brother an I became assassins as well," he started. "We lived in Venice. We got news from a neighbor that my brother had died, and he saw it happen," he stopped with a sigh, watching the water. "I tracked the Templar that killed my brother here, in Roma. After I took his life, I decided to stay," he finished, glancing over at the horses and then to Iris.

[Titles]

"Ho sempre pensato di viaggiare in Francia. Un posto
così bello, con una bella lingua...." Iris said, not meaning
to say it all in Italian. "Alarai, Vieni qui ragazza," the
filly came as told and stood next to her person.
Sniffing at Iris' hand Alarai found a sugar cube and
gently took it in her lips and walked away. "I was ten
when I moved here from France, and that was just a
week after the move that i met that assassin. He was
such a nice man. He told me where to get a horse.
The owner of the barn saw my feisty moods As a child,
and gave me Alarai when she was a foal. Too young to
be ridden, but old enough to be away from her mother.
"Iris breathed in, needing it.

[Emberrose]

Riccardo Contiello
"You're from France?" Riccardo asked, raising an eyebrow. "Tu parli bene l'italiano per una francese ragazza," he smiled at Iris. "It was nice of him to give you a horse, and young enough for you to train her herself," he said, glancing at Alarai as the horse came over, then walked away with the treat. His gaze turned to the gelding, Cenere, he decided to name him, to keep it simple. He whistled softly, and the horse perked his ears up and looked at Riccardo. The assassin grinned and whistled louder, a simple two-note sound. The gelding took a step towards the stream, watching the two humans.

[SpartanAmethyst]

Damiano de Luca
Damiano listened intently as Ravenna spoke of this black market king "Basilio", folding his arms across his chest as she continued. His attention was caught briefly by the target's merchandise, poisons and anything of the sort. An intriguing and deadly thing, posion was, and that was why Damiano loved to use it. He had been taught several types of poisons himself. "Va bene," he said. "Basilio will be the first target to find. I'm assuming he's in the marketplace, no?" He turned his gaze away from Ravenna for a moment. "You lead, I'll follow," he added.

Ravenna nodded. "Grazie. I'm supposed to meet with an informant at sunset, near to the maniscalco," she spoke. She was silent for a moment, as if in thought. "Povero ragazzo," she murmured as she began to move off, speaking of the before mentioned informant. "Basilio killed the boy' parents, and neither were of ours." Leaping nimbly onto a nearby rooftop, she was quick to dispatch a nearby guard with a throwing knife to the jugular. Peering down over the side of the building, she regarded her brother with patient eyes. "Coming, indugiatore?" She teased, forcing herself to at least appear a little more relaxed.

[Titles]

Riccardo Contiello
"You're from France?" Riccardo asked, raising an eyebrow. "Tu parli bene l'italiano per una francese ragazza," he smiled at Iris. "It was nice of him to give you a horse, and young enough for you to train her herself," he said, glancing at Alarai as the horse came over, then walked away with the treat. His gaze turned to the gelding, Cenere, he decided to name him, to keep it simple. He whistled softly, and the horse perked his ears up and looked at Riccardo. The assassin grinned and whistled louder, a simple two-note sound. The gelding took a step towards the stream, watching the two humans.

"Je pense que les filles françaises, était une bonne chose.. ?" Iris asked sweetly in French, the supposedly language of Love. Alarai walked over to the gelding and nipped his mane and bent her head to graze. Her coat shimmered in the setting sun. She perked her ears at the noise of the whistles. Iris whistled as well, but softer and more notes.

[Emberrose]

Damiano de Luca
The assassin merely grunted lightly in response, having nothing to say about the boy's parents being killed. Truthfully it didn't bother him at all, not that he was really concerned in the matter's of someone he didn't know. He glared at Ravenna as she called him slow, then jumped to the next building. "If you're going to insult me, you're on your own, ragazza," he said with a frown. He shook his head, and continued to follow.

Riccardo Contiello
Riccardo stopped whistling, and the gelding turned his attention to Alarai, nipping her mane back. He then perked his ears towards Iris, listening to her whistle as well, then walked closer to the two. Riccardo looked back at Iris. "Non parlo francese," he said. "I've never been to France, actually I don't think I know anybody from there, besides you," he smiled. "I have heard it is nice though, from people who have traveled there."

[SpartanAmethyst]

Maybe she should have paid more attention to her mother's social lessons. Immediately retreating back into the mental walls that she tended to keep, she focused forward once more as she made a beeline for the blacksmith. In all honesty, she had no idea how to crack a joke, or tease without upsetting someone. She concluded that that's why she was more of a hermit, even moreso than other assassins. She gave a sad laugh. She slowed to a stop across the plaza and sunk outof sight, looking to the blacksmith below. Hey crystal blue eyes narrowed slightly, searching for her informant. "I don't see him," she warned Damiano, her voice emotionless.

[Emberrose]

Damiano de Luca
Damiano followed, keeping pace with her. Well, he didn't care that much about what she had said, but they were on a job, and that required full attention with no foolishness. He had gotten enough of that from Razi anyways, and Ravenna certainly wasn't annoying like her... But nevertheless, he did kind of miss his apprentice. He turne his attention back to Ravenna and stopped when she stopped, following her example and staying hidden. He scanned the crowd below. "Well, what does he look like?" he asked quietly, searching for anyone that might look like the informer.