assassins rp

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by the_destroyer, Oct 20, 2012.

  1. Name: Dovile Jones
    Age: 24
    Sex: Female
    Looks: [​IMG]

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    Personality: Funny, smart, kind, loving, goodhearted
    Extra: Mother of a 1 year old girl, Scarlet-Rose
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    Weapons: Silent pistol, butchers knife, AK57
     
  2. (We don't have aks)
     
  3. Maria:-is takeing care over some wonds she has, banaging her arm as she waits for her mentor. She is sceard that her actions might be takend hard-
     
  4. Tarragon: releases arrow.
     
  5. Federov: -enters the den-
     
  6. Maria:-gets nervos and bows for her mentor-
     
  7. Federov: start talking maria
     
  8. Maria:-not sure how to begine, but she tryes- Im sceard. I wish i was strong enough to fight my fear, but since my brother betray us for the templers and killed my familly i no longer know where i stand. Rumores has it that he is back, and honestly I fear him....
     
  9. Tarragon: smiles at a job well done.
     
  10. Federov: well don't fear him if anything he should fear you
     
  11. Maria: he killed my parents infront of me. Why would i not be scared. -she falls on her knees infront of him and bows her head- what shall i do? Im lost, mentor. I feel like god has forsaken me.
     
  12. Federov: so he killed your parents I had to kill my entire family because they were templars
     
  13. Maria:-falls silent, not daring to say more-
     
  14. Federov: your brother has no power if you refuse to fear him Maria
     
  15. Maria:-she nobs and look up- but how can i proteckt myself when i dont know who im anymore?....
     
  16. Tarragon: watches the seance below.
     
  17. Maria:-nobs- i undestand, i will not waist your time anymore. Please exsuse me. -she raises up and begins to walk out-
     
  18. Federov: ill tell you who you are you are Maria one of my deadliest sisters and the very sound of your name strikes fear into the hearts of the templar
     
  19. Maria:-stops to lisend to him. She smiles softly to him- gratzi (thanks) mio fratello (my brother). I will keep that in mind. Intill next time... -she walks out. She feels better now-

    (sorry, bedtime)
     
  20. Federov: -nods and sits down at his desk-