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Welcome to Asyra, where everything is not as it seems.

Plot: In the peaceful city of Asyra, there's something amiss. Important officials of the city have been dropping dead fast, assassinated on the orders of a shadowy figure. The King is dead, and the Queen and several others in the royal court are ill, leaving the Crown Prince in charge. And he's not impressed. Neither is Temple Arasya; someone has broken into their inner sanctum and whisked away several Temple Maidens.

It doesn't help that their suspect is a foreign mage from Barea--a country which Alamea has been quarrelling with for the past few years. However, there is no evidence to actually link her to the crimes, which leaves the royal court nonplussed. Nonetheless, some of the Temple Maidens have been accusing her of the kidnappings--but with her taking refuge in the very Temple itself, who can question her?

Meanwhile, a certain General close to the deceased King, and now the Crown Prince, is acting suspiciously. Many believe that he's plotting something, and many more wouldn't be surprised if that rumour proved to be true. But with the Temple Maidens scared and the only suspect in the Temple itself, how, in all of Asyra, are they going to get any of the facts set straight?


You are one of the people in Asyra, royalty, temple maiden, mage, assassin, foreigner or otherwise, and you are deeply involved in the General's evil plot to undermine the royal family's hold on Alamea and take the country for yourself. Regardless of your position in Asyran life, you've been chosen to sort out the mess the kingdom of Alamea has fallen into.

But you can't do it alone.


Rules:
- Usual YWS/SB rules.
- ALL posts must be readable, co-relate to previous posts and have correct spelling. That means no chat speak.
- 800 characters minimum or about 165 words for those of you using MS Word or other writing programs. Use this http://www.wordcounttool.com/ if you're not sure.
- Swearing; it's allowed just don't overdo it. And keep it reasonable; No F-bombs!
- Romance is allowed but no sex scenes; No one needs to read about details.
- Can claim up to 3 characters and No Characters Under 16--without permission.
- Fantasy creatures are allowed, but not as characters. Don't go crazy with them.
- Don't God-mod. Please, it's not fair. And no Mary/Gary Sues either. They annoy me.
- Please don't double post unless there have been no new posts for at least 24 hours.
- Please have a name and place at the top of each post. Such as
Name | Place OR, for example; Mia | Town.
- Please do not kill another person's character without permission; it's unfair, and not to forget mentioning, godmodding. We really don't like that. And besides, no one likes it when they're randomly killed.
- All NON-SB posts to the DT please people.
- The SB is co-run by
Me (ScarlettFire), SisterItaly, CelticaNoir and Demoness.


Characters:
- Queen - Nhara - Claimed by DSF6647.
- Prince - Hector - Claimed by Shadow.
- Princess - Keira - Claimed by Demoness.
- Temple Maiden - Aisha - Claimed by Me (ScarlettFire).
- Temple Maiden - Alycia - Claimed by SisterItaly.
- Assassin - Amar/Soren - Claimed by Synnoev.
- Assassin - Aodán - Claimed by Demoness.
- Assassin - Nasira - Claimed by Me (ScarlettFire).
- Assassin - Ulta - Claimed by Betheny.
- Mage (Foreigner) - Freya - Claimed by CelticaNoir.
- Mage - Kosey and Climalsi (aka The Lion and the Fox) - Claimed by Redfang18.
- General (Villain) - Tarasel - Claimed by SubjectBlue.
- General - Aban - Claimed by Isha.
- Foreigner - William - Claimed by Kyousuke.
- Foreigner - Lynx - Claimed by DSF6647.
- Commoner -

Character Slots may be added/removed as needed.


Character Sheet:
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[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b] (16 or older please)

[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]Race:[/b] Human, Elf, etc

[b]Rank[/b] Assassin, Prince, Mage etc.

[b]Allegience:[/b] (None, Asyra, Other, Self)

[b]Appearance:[/b] (description and picture)

[b]Personality:[/b] (Include likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses)

[b]Flaws:[/b] (If you have one/any)

[b]Power/s:[/b] (If you have one/any)

[b]History:[/b]

[b]Up For Love?[/b]

[b]Other:[/b]


Link to DT: topic86651.html
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Tue Aug 23, 2011 10:10 pm
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Name: Freya Bismarck

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Rank Mage

Allegience: Self

Appearance: Freya is defined by most people as a tomboy with a rather feminine streak--and this shows up in her appearance. She likes dressing up pretty, but prefers clothing she can move around in freely rather than long dresses and heavy boots. She has dark brown hair usually tied up into a loose ponytail; the remaining strands hang loosely about her face. Her eyes are a sharp and narrow green; most people note them for being rather eerie.
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Personality: Freya is undoubtedly arrogant--arrogant, and intelligent. With an egoistic streak that is as long as Rapunzel's hair and an intellect that would put most scholars to shame, it is no wonder that she often comes off as cold and solitary. She prefers studying and practicing her magic to talking--and for this reason, when she does talk to people, she often comes off as naive or ill-tempered. There isn't a lot of magic she can't or won't perform--she is obsessed with her craft to the point of self-detriment. She also has an affinity for apple pies--she's easily lured towards them, even though she might say otherwise.

Flaws: Freya is obsessed with magic--she was cast out of her hometown for attempting necromancy on a dead body. She doesn't like talking to people or working with people or doing anything with people--not because she doesn't like them, but because she's socially inept. She also gets extremely irritated if she's trying to explain something and the person she is talking to doesn't get her--something that happens a lot of the time.

Power/s: Freya can perform a lot basic spells from many schools of magic, but her main specialization would be alteration--she can change the forms of things into another form; i.e., a cat into a tiger, a ball into a flask, a human into a frog, etc., etc. She's also good with fire magic. (According to her, she likes how it "explodes".)

History: Freya hails from Anoush from the neighbouring country of Barea. Raised as a temple maiden, Freya showed no particular interest in the work--or anything else, except for books--and what copious amount of books she read! Because of this, ever since she was dropped in for an orphan at the age of 10, she never made any lasting friends among the other maidens, who never understood her or when they did make an attempt to talk to her, were belayed by a sharp word.

It was when she turned 15 that certain rumors began to spread about her. (Whether those rumors are true or not are left to be seen.) This, combined with the fact that Freya didn't get along with any of the other girls, got her kicked out of the temple. Freya probably wouldn't have cared either way, if it hadn't been for the fact that the temple had been her home for over five years. Despondent, she took to sewing as a job.

However, even sewing couldn't keep her interest held on for long, and she soon found a job at the local library, where she discovered the intricacies of magic. Eyes open to the possibilities that magecraft could bring to her, she got herself admitted to a magic college where she spent the next few years. She graduated in three years and got herself a specialization in transmutation--considering most people take five years to graduate (forget the specialization). This lent itself to her huge ego--therefore making her even more repulsive to other people.

However, even this couldn't stop her thirst for knowledge. She wanted a specialization in elemental magicks as well but realized that except for fire magicks, she failed miserably in all the other elements. So she took to conjuration...and took on necromancy as a side subject. However, it was this last subject that proved to be her downfall. Caught red-handed dragging a body out of a cemetary, she had been forced to admit that she had been trying to perform necromancy on it. Thus, she had been cast out--once again, kicked out of her home and also out of the country.

So she travelled to Asyra, Alamea's capital, unaware of the troubles that lay in wait for her...

Up For Love?: Yes, but it has to be very special. Freya doesn't believe in love.

Other: Nothing much at the moment.
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Tue Aug 23, 2011 10:11 pm
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Reserved for profiles. >.>

And profiles....


Temple Maiden:

Name: Aisha Vespera.

Age: 17.

Gender: Female.

Race: Human

Rank Temple Maiden.

Allegience: Temple Arasya.

Appearance: Aisha is tall-ish (around 5'4) with long, black hair, bright blue eyes and pale skin. She's athletic yet slim and is usually seen wearing a long, sweeping brightly coloured dress, as per Temple rules. She always appears to be and a smile isn't unusal for her.
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Personality: Aisha seems timid, kind and naive at first but she's not shy or afraid to speak her mind, even if she gets hurt because of it. She often gets her in trouble for speaking her mind and luckily someone has always seemed to be there to get her out of it. Fierce and loyal, Aisha can't stand to see those she cares about hurt or threatened. She's not timid, but she is kind of blunt and sometimes comes off as cold and uncaring. Surprisingly, she does have a fiery temper, but she'll only lose it when she's been pushed too far.

She panics when backed into a corner and tends to day-dream. A lot. Dislikes violence, fighting, death, bullies and rules. Likes the Temple, sunrise, the stars, the moon, the sun, life, temple life and freedom. She's good at sneaking around, but it's kind of pointless--the High Priestess always knows when she is. She has a tendency to daydream and forget about her chorse, but won't stand down when confronted about something she doesn't want to do or thinks is wrong.

Flaws: Aisha tends to avoid touching others as she never knows when she'll see or feel something she probably shouldn't. Often crosses the High Priestess, mostly unknowingly and probably too often, but she never notices.

Power/s: Aisha's power is Clairsentience; touching something or someone and getting a glimpse of future/fast events. It very rarely pops up, but when it does, it packs a punch and startles her for a good minute or two.
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Clairsentience (feeling/touching);
In the field of parapsychology, clairsentience is a form of extra-sensory perception wherein a person acquires psychic knowledge primarily by feeling. There are many different degrees of clairsentience ranging from the perception of diseases of other people to the thoughts or emotions of other people, or even past or future events of a place or object.


History: Like most girls in the Temple, Aisha does not know who her parents are or if they're even alive. She was taken to the temple at a very young age, barely a child, yet still a babe. The High Priestess herself took the girl in, named her Aisha and raised her as a Temple Maiden. Aisha's younger years were full of temple duties, daydreams and a desperate need to know who she was. Not that she ever truly found out.

Nowadays, she sweeps the temple steps during sunrise and does general chores inside the temple. Until he walked into the temple's main hall. Curiousity sparked, Aisha hung around and spied on him. But all he did was pray before leaving again. And the thing that sparked that curiousity? The sword he carried and the fact that he wore a hooded cloak. Such a mysterious figure, she couldn't deny the urge to find out who he was. Not long after he came, several of her friends and fellow Temple Maidens went missing.

Now there's a foreign girl in the temple, and Aisha's not sure if what the other Maidens are saying is true or not; that the foreign girl killed the king and kidnapped the missing Maidens. Aisha's tried talking to her, but the girl seems bent on being the odd one out.

Up For Love? Of course. She has her eyes set on Amar/Soren, though.

Other: Aisha wears a silver necklace, much like the one below;
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Assassin:

Name: Nasira Eylam.

Age: 16.

Gender: Female.

Race: Human.

Rank Assassin.

Allegience: Highest Bidder (Currently General (Villain)).

Appearance: Nasira is kind of short for her age, maybe 5'4, with dirty brown hair, light hazel eyes and lightly tanned. She's slim and athletic, and not at all what she might appear to be. She tends to look stern and intimidating when she has no role to play. When she's out assassinating people, she wears dark coloured pants, a dark coloured peasant top and a black hooded cloak. When she's playing the Lady game, she wears simple yet elegant dresses. Oh, and she always has a dagger or two (or several) and a few bottles of posion on her somewhere. You'd be surprised at where she hides them.
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Personality: Nasira may be kind and loving on the inside, but outside she's the perfect image of a killer. And that's what she is--an assassin-for-hire. Her loyal goes to the highest bidder and she wouldn't hesitate to slit a man's throat for any reason whatsoever. She's not shy or afraid to speak her mind, even if she gets hurt because of it and she often gets her in trouble for doing so. Though she can be fierce and loyal, Nasira can be a little stubborn. She doesn't take orders well, unless it's something she can agree to (like killing). She does have a protective and honest streak, and can't stand to see those she cares about hurt or threatened. She's not timid, but she is kind of blunt and sometimes comes off as cold and uncaring. Surprisingly, she does have a fiery temper, but she'll only lose it when she's been pushed too far.

Nasira likes knives and posion; it's her speciality, if you like. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty, either and often meddles in things she probably shouldn't be meddling with, like the city's internal politics and Royal court affairs. She's definitely killed her fair share and isn't too ashamed to admit it, after all, it was what she was raised to be. She likes the dark and shadows, nighttime, the moon and stars, violence, fighting and death. And rules--to a degree. She dislikes the Temple, the sun, temple life, the king and the rest of the royal court, unnecessary attention and daydreamers/mushy people. She loaths those who don't take life seriously--with all the good and bad that comes with it.

Flaws: Nasira sometimes takes things way too seriously and has been told on way too many occasions to 'lighten up'. They didn't end well. Sometimes way too stubborn for her own good and doesn't take orders well when she doesn't exactly agree with them. Tends to be blunt and speak her mind often enough that it only leds to trouble that she couldn't get out of without the General's help.

Power/s: N/A.

History: Nasira never knew her parents. She was abandoned at birth and found by the General. He raised her and taught her everything she knew, but he could never change her...kinder ways. Since she was a child, she's been taught every single way to kill a man possible, and to do so without remorse. The General made sure of that.

Sixteen years later, and the General has an almost perfect assassin. Nasira may dress and act like a lady in the company of the royal court, but she's far from it when it comes to her little assassination job. Lately, she's been on a little side job for the General--not that she'll tell anyone what that is.

Up For Love? Not really. She's too busy killing people. (In other words, ask)

Other: Nasira's weapons;
Sword;
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Dagger;
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Tue Aug 23, 2011 10:51 pm
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Name: Alycia Dyer

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Rank Temple Maiden

Allegience: Asyra

Appearance: Aly is petite, frail, and not very impressive in build. She has the fastest metabolism you’ll ever find, it seems like she’ll never weigh more than one-hundred pounds at best. Her baggy uniform helps make her less pathetic looking, with how baggy it is. Her hair is always up at the back, and loose in the front. She doesn’t like having anything touching the back of her neck, that includes her hair.

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Personality: On the outside, she looks strong, confident, and good willed. On the inside, she’s timid, shy, and apologetic. Aly mostly keeps to herself while she works. Apologising for small things, like bumping into people, comes as a reflex. She isn’t clumsy, though, just distracted easily. She has a habit of going off in her own little world while she works.

She’s easily charmed, impressed, and offended by anything. All in all she’s a very sensitive person who likes to keep her thoughts to herself. She’s humble like that. She can seem anti-social, sometimes. Seeing as how she likes to be left alone.

When confronted, or afraid, her voice and breath have a habit of going choppy. Her voice grows quieter, and her breathing slighly louder. She likes quiet, focus, calm, and nature. She dislikes confusion, confrontation, and any body of water. She has a habit of fainting if she gets to close to water.

Flaws: She can’t swim, she’s deaf in her left ear, and she’s really shy.

Power/s: It's not really much of a power, as a feeling. She can sense when something bad is going to happen. She can't sense when it will happen, or what it will be, but rest assured something will happen and it will be bad.

History: Aly’s parents have never been known, she just turned up on the temple step when she was young. She faithfully remained in the temple and followed their rules like they were the bible themself. She’s often been found doing more than her share of the chores, even if she didn’t like doing them.

She doesn’t have many real friends, but no one dislikes her. Well, no one she knows of and no one who has a reason to. She doesn’t suspect the foreigner to be the one kidnapping the maidens, but that doesn’t make her any less wary.

When she was young, she and one of the maidens were playing by a fast flowing river. One which the two of them fell in, and only she climbed out. Ever sense she's been terrified of water. Her favorite saying is; 'Nature happens.' When she says this she means that no matter what you do, or what barriers you put up, nothing is going to stop nature/what ever is about to happen from happening. Not many people get what she means by it, though.

Up For Love: Of course

Other:
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Wed Aug 24, 2011 3:25 am
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Name: Kosey and Climalsi (aka the Lion and the Fox)
Age: 19
Race: Half elf, half human
Rank: Mages
Allegience: Climalsi's with the General while Kosey's for the Crown Prince
Appearance:
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Contrary to the pic, the boys are parchment pale with green eyes. They look alike, so it's very hard to tell who's who.
Personality: Kosey is kind and calm at even the worst of situations. He loves to play music for the Crown Prince, but hates being ignored during conversations in which he's a part of. Climalsi is evasive when it comes to questions, but very sly when summoned to spy or do anything that involves being unseen. He enjoys the occasional torture of prisoners whenever he gets his chance, but greatly hates it when someone asks him questions during questioning. Both Kosey and Climalsi share a hot temper and secretly have pleasure in killing cold-bloodedly with ice.
Flaws: Kosey's greatest weakness is his sorrow for the loss of both his parents and his presumably-dead brother. Climalsi's greatest flaw is his pride that he takes in almost everything he does for the General. The only flaw these two share is their temper, which tends to get in the way at random times.
Powers: Because they're half elf, these boys each control a pair of elements. Kosey controls fire, respective to his temper. Climalsi controls earth, oppose to his temper. Both boys have ice as their main element, respective to the season of which they were born.
History: Kosey and Climalsi are the twin sons of a carpet merchant and a spring-born elf. It was when the boys were three days old when they were seperated by their mother's father who wanted pure elven grandchildren. Kosey served the king and queen until the Crown Prince was put in charge of the castle, but his alligience didn't change. At age seven, his parents were killed mysteriously and he learned he had a twin but assumed the latter was dead. Chimalsi, meanwhile, was raised by the General. Chimalsi was trained vigorously, which caused him to become one of the General's top soldiers and the strangest of henchmen. So far, these boys have never really met, but they seem to sense each other's presence outside the palace.
Up for love: Heck yeah. Both boys are straight.
Other: The boys have twin weapons, unknowingly respective of their twinhood. Kosey has twin sais hidden on his person in case the occasion calls for a death match, while Chimalsi has twin daggers that are often hidden in his boots- which is one of the few places any soldier has ever hide weapons. Both boys are at their strongest and most comfortable during the winter, the season of which they were born in and respective of the ice element that they control. Unknownest to themselves, they can be at the peak of their power when they are together- which hasn't happen since their seperation at infancy.
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Name: Ulta Greer

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Female

Race: Elf

Rank: Assassin

Allegiance: Temple Arasya, until she is betrayed then her allegiance is only to Aodán Mire and Keira Alamea

Apperance: Ulta is quite tall, as tall as an average human male, with long white/cream hair, that she always wears loose, falls down by her waist. Her skin is as pale as moonlight, a rare comodity even for her race, but in stark contrast her eyes are such a dark blue they appear almost black. Her body is quite elongated and delicate. Many men have fallen in love with Ulta's full and round lips, however have died when they kissed the poisoned balm she wears. The clothing Ulta wears is often very feminine and flowy in the form of dresses. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9n9y1_Lkfs/Sd4TSqTLUQI/AAAAAAAABME/Ryh8SF_2gbQ/s400/3_Elf_F_Clothing112963_GS.png

Weapon: She uses a small dagger that she was found with. She wears it strappeed to her left wrist, and uses it in her left hand with the blade pointed up her arm.
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Personality: Ulta is humble to those who she knows and trusts, espeially her friends. Although she is an assassin, she still works for the Temple Arasya unddercover in enmey rank, she is a loyal and loving person. Although there is a flip side to her personallity; she can be unbearably cold and heartless at times, although those times are usually when she sent on an assingment. Sometimes if the person she has been sent to kill, she feels have been wronged mercy will find it's way to her heart. Also, she is of high intelligence.

Flaws: Ulta has an affinity for wild animals and nature, so if she sees a wolf (she is strongly connected to them) being abused she would have to help them even if it means her life is to be forfitted. Often this desire can put her missions at risk...

Power/s: Her affinity for nature allows her to call on the wolves if in a forest/woods to her aid.

History: Ulta was given to the Temple Arasya almost imediatly after birth so she dosen't anything of her origins other than she is of the clan Greer. One of the Temple Maidens had a vision that bad times were yet to come, and being such a young age, they trained Ulta Greer to be a fantastic assassin who woulld be loyal only to them. She was always kept seperate from the other girls in case of informants who would report to authorities that would take Ulta away. In the years she spent almost entirly alone she learnt to understand and apreciate silence, also she grew a love of the written word in which she would often loose herself.
Aged fourteen she ran away from the Temple after a deadly fire claimed the mentor she was closest to, but in later months she came back finding that she had no idea of the outside world. When she came back, Ulta was allowed to interact with the other Maidens. She quickly formed a close knit frienship with Isabelle Black, a girl not far from her own age and the same race. Some of the Elder Maidens believe them to be soul sisters due to a deep routed connection they share.
When the world began to desend into chaos she was instructed to seek out the assassins and work for them, while staying undercover for the Temple.

Up for love?: Maybe, she isn't against the idea

Other: She has a tattoo all the way down her back, from the nape of her neck to just above her ankles, it dosent go along her arms though. The tattoo is very much like Victorian filigree.
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Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:18 pm
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Name: Keira Alamea

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Rank: Princess of Asyra

Allegiance: Self

Appearance: Keira is a slim but fit young girl with fragile bone-structure. Her head is of an oval shape, decorated with a pair of mischievous emerald-green eyes and full lips usually painted red. A façade of long, dark hair frames her pale face. She dresses in simple, but expensive dresses which are easy to move in and travels on bare feet. She’s usually spotted carrying a red flower, preferably a rose.

Personality: Keira is known to being deceptive and rather hostile which doesn’t make her that liked amongst those that she know. All though, she is very good at lying, and keeping up appearances and thus she can make people think almost whatever she wants.

Keira tries to be brave and act like nothing bothers her, she claims that she fears nothing but in reality she is terrified of something as plain as water.

She is what one could call, almost obsessed with the color red and has a tendency of collecting items of that color. She’s also fascinated with violence and blood and some have uttered the word psychotic in her presence but that’s nothing that Keira herself has put much attention to.

Flaws: Keira has got a very short temper and snaps very easily, this can be an advantage in some situations but mostly it is just a flaw that tends to wear her down.

Powers: Keira has since she was a little girl been able to read people’s true emotions which also makes her able to detect lies.

History: When Keira was fifteen years old a young man was ordered to assassin her, only he was too astonished by the beauty that lay asleep under his knife to go through with it immediately and she woke up. What stopped the assassin, once again from killing her was that she didn’t scream or move or anything… she just stared at him. Since that moment, Keira and her murderer hasn’t spent a moment apart. He took her away from the castle within what walls she’d been raised, he promised to show her the world, to take her anywhere she wanted. But after her father, the king, dies and she remembers her inheritance and the power that awaits her there she decides to begin her journey back.

Up for Love: No, she’s taken by the Assassin Aodán.

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Name: Aodán Mire

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Rank: Assassin

Allegiance: Princess Keira

Appearance: Aodán is of average length, he’s fit, yet slim and athletic. He moves quietly and is good at pass unnoticed. He’s rather tanned with dark-blond hair and friendly-looking blue eyes with a tone of grey. His favourite clothing is his worn old, leather jacket.

Personality: At first sight Aodán looks quite friendly in a mysterious way but when he wants to he can appear as very frightening. He tries to stay in the shadow and rarely open his mouth to speak yet when he has something to say or is threatened in any way he can be very convincing.

Aodán is also very secretive and very few know much or anything about him, he hides his past well and even though he acts as if he’s hard as steal he’s got a very soft heart and is easily hurt even if it doesn’t show. He collects all pain, shame and betrayals inside of him stacking it up in piles.

Aodán truly dislike blueberries, always has, always will but on the other hand he loves raspberries with all his heart. He doesn’t have many fears has he’s been taught and demanded to face and rid himself of everyone he ever had, although he’s scared of people seeing his true emotions as he see it as a vulnerability and a chance for people to get to him, and hurt him. He hasn’t cried since he was five years old.

Flaws: His inability to show his emotions, also make him unable to process what he’s feeling and often the emotions he can’t handle transcend into a darkness that hides inside of him and make him do things he later regrets.
Powers: He can move with almost complete silent, he’s very acrobatic and can pass through and past almost any terrain and he also have a way with knives.

History: At the age of 5 Aodán was taken from the peaceful village he grew up with together with several other children from both his and other villages. He was brought to a camp ruled by a ruthless leader than showed no mercy. This man taught children who to be, how to act; to never show weakness and to fight properly and more important; he taught them how to kill. This man raised a bunch of innocent children to become highly professional assassins. Aodán was one of these kids. When he was fifteen he’d lost all memories of who he once were and he knew only what his master told him, and his master told him to kill the Princess of Alamea. So that is what he went out to do. Rumours went that the assassin was propounded by the general but that was never confirmed. Anyways, Aodán travelled to the castle where the princess lived, he managed to sneak past the guards and pass unnoticed through the castle until he reached the girls room. He entered her room and drew his knife, but at the sight at the girl he couldn’t immediately go through with the kill and before he could clear his mind enough to do it she awoke. Aodán prepared to slide her throat quickly before she had the chance to scream, but the girl didn’t do a thing, she just stared at him with eyes so full of emotions and experiences and something clicked inside of him. Everything came back, the memories he had suppressed, the humanity he had forgotten and the knowledge of what he was doing, and how wrong it was. Since that moment Aodán hasn’t left the princess’s side, he follows her everywhere and being around her causes him to feel alive, to feel human. So when Keira decides to go back to the city Asyra, Aodán isn’t far behind but he’s got his own mission in Asyra – seeking revenge on the man that stole his childhood from him.

Up for love: Taken by the Princess he was meant to kill.

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Name: Aban (Ah-bahn) Liamson

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Rank General

Allegience: Asyra

Appearance: General Aban is not a particularly handsome man, but he's not particularly ugly either. He doesn't try to be either, and all of his focus is on his duty- he could care less about how unpresentable he looks. His eyes are a muddy brown, always serious; his thick eyebrows are often creased together over them, deep in thought. His hair is a mop of unruly brown curls that are just thin enough that they hang rather than sit in a large mass on the top of his head. He's very rarely entirely clean-shaven. Surrounded by the stubble are a pair of firmly set, just-a-little-too-thin lips that are rarely smiling. His clothes are, surprisingly, always neatly ironed and uncreased- it's something that doesn't match the rest of his appearance, but hey, he doesn't have to iron his clothes or keep them neat on his own. Aban has also been known for his height and muscley build; he stands an intimidating 6'4", and years of training and increasingly difficult work-outs have kept his muscles in tip-top shape.

Personality: Aban is, in a nutshell, a very, very serious man. He holds his duty above all else, and is extremely loyal to his country. He was chosen as a general for his excellent sense of justice and judgement, his patience and his quick mind as well as his abilities on the field. Aban doesn't need an immense amount of time to make his plans and carry them out, and though he used to be prideful and unopen to others' decisions, his years spent with a man he called Papa Amos, this has died in him. Amos taught him his patience, squandered what used to be an enormous amount of pride, and forced Aban to open his eyes just a little wider. Now it is very rare to see him let another person's opinion go overlooked, and he seriously considers all ideas presented to him, be they the idea of a man, woman, child or non-human. He is a very open-minded man, even if he hasn't always been one.

Of course, Aban's tendency to take everything so seriously majorly affect how he acts around groups of people and functions in every-day life. He doesn't know how to detect and decode sarcasm, and, at present, doens't understand what 'joking around' means. He takes everything literaly, and even when he's reassured that it wasn't meant to be a serious matter, he will continue to think of it as such. He's awkward at best in a normal social situation, and doesn't quite know how to be around people who aren't helping him make desisions or plotting tactics for battle. He's a leader in his field of expertice, and a cripple when it comes to normal living. Many take this as coldness, but honestly, he wouldn't hurt a fly unless he had a reason to. He does care immensley for everybody around him, but the need to keep them safe tends to override the need to sit down and talk to them, or even act like he appreciates them-- even when he does. Even when he craves companionship, he doesn't quite understand what he wants, let alone how to obtain it.

Social awkwardness aside, Aban is also a very respectful man. He doesn't like to snoop around other peoples' business, unless he feels that he has no choice or he has a haunch. He can get suspicious, but he needs to find himself solid evidence before he acts on it. To anybody that he holds with high regard or feels close to (whether they realize he feels close to them or not), he is very, very loyal, and even the suggestion that they're on the other side of things will shock him.

Flaws: His inability to show how he truly feels about the people around him, and the fact that he can't function in normal society the way he should be able to.

This and something that Aban is even more unaware of. He's been cursed (more than likely by a mage that's working with the villainous general), and he definitely has episodes. Since he holds a high position, and he has access to a very large amount of information, it made him the perfect target. When he's under the curse, it's like he's in a trance-- whoever is controlling him has total say over what he does and says, and they have access to all of his thoughts and the information that he's storing in his head. After the episodes pass, he wakes with a terrible migraine and no memory of what had happened. He figures that they're just grief headaches from Papa Amos' passing.

Power/s: No powers, save for the fact that he's extremely intelligent (in most aspects, anyways), and has a way with combat, be it long-range, hand-to-hand or with a sword, axe or hammer in his hands.

History: Aban was born into a family of little worth. His mother and his sister were beggers, and his father was one to run around the kingdom and do whatever he could in order to feed his family. Aban stooped to levels lower than begging for his food or his money- he was a pick-pocket, stealing and snatching whatever he could from passerby. It resulted in a few beatings, and many a run-in with the authorities, but as long as his family had enough food to get them by for another day, all was well in their eyes.

He was seven when his Mama and his sister, Elaina, disappeared. Nobody knew what happened, but they were gone when Aban and his father woke up that morning, and they never came back. Aban's father went out to search for them and, he too, was lost. Aban lived the next to years as a thief, trying to avoid angry fists and feet as much as he could. It wasn't until he got into a scrap with a much older street-rat that Papa Amos found him stuffed in a back alley, beaten to the point of unconsciousness.

Papa Amos was a man of a much different standing in the social ladder. He was well-respected, and many believe that he had the ear of the king. Amos gave the boy something that he needed- affection, food, purpose and, even though it pained him to do so, discipline. It didn't take long for Aban to shape up- he always had been the serious and the loyal type. He schemed well, and Amos always had figured that that's the only reason the boy had made it so far along in his young life. Aban's loyalties shifted towards the king, and despite his rough past, he managed to prove himself- he showed excellent strengths as far as intillect and weaponry go. Most of his fighting skill had been self-taught, and it wasn't long before Papa Amos found him a good trainer and put a weapon in the boy's hand. Aban worked his way up quickly in the ranks, and it seemed that he just got more determined after Papa Amos died of a heart attack a year ago.

At least the man lived to see his pupil and adoptive son be promoted to general a year and a half before.
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Nasira | Market Square - Near the Baker's:

Nasira leaned against the wall and watched the Square. The Carnival was in flung swing, a blur of colours twirling around in the center of the Square. The assassin watched with detachment. She was waiting for her boss to call for her. And the General was very busy, so he'd be sending one of the other assassins to find her and tell her the time and where to meet him. Not that Nasira could care much. She had killed the King at the General request. Not that she'd tell anyone that. She would get thrown into the dungeons if she did. But that was what she did best; Kept secrets. And that was one secret she's never give up of her own free will. It was too dangerous.

The assassin pushed away from the wall as she saw a group of Temple Maidens enter the Square. hey were led by Isranda, the High Priestess. She demanded respect, but Nasira wasn't going to give it. She'd been assigned to kill the woman if she got in the way. Nasira watched her closely as Isranda led those Temple Maidens across the Square and deep into the markets. The assassin made a note to keep an eye on them when she wasn't looking for the General's messenger.

She smiled as she leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. And the smile wasn't a warm one, either. It was grim and cold. So, so cold. A nearby foreigner was eyeing her strangely so Nasira dropped the smile and nodded to the woman. The woman huffed and quickly moved away. Nasira went back to looking for that messenger.
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Alycia | Temple

Aly moved through the pews, happily sweeping up all the dust and focusing on her task. She couldn't let her mind wander again, to the things that the other maidens had been talking about. Voices entered the prayer room, and left just as swiftly. Alycia didn't mind being alone. In fact, she preferred it most of the time. She just got too nervous around other people, and she never knew what to say. That thought alone was enough to make her lean into her broom and sigh.

She moved to get the mop and bucket of water. Now that the floor was clear of dirt, she wouldn't be pushing around mud. A sudden wave of dizziness forced her to brace herself on the handle of the mop and squeeze her eyes shut. This feeling. She knew it well. Something was going to happen. She just wished when this happened, she knew when or at least what it was. I never told anyone about those feelings, not even Mistress Isranda.

More voices entered the prayer room, mumbling about the foreign mage that had taken sanctuary here. Alycia wanted to talk to her, and find out if what they had been saying was true. She wanted to know if she was the one who had killed the king, and helped kidnapped the maidens that had disappeared. She had no right to, though. No one could question her as long as she was within these walls. It's not like she would have known what to say, anyway.

"Hey, isn't that Aly?" Alycia perked up, looking over to the door. It wasn't often people talked to her, or about her. So when they did, she took interest. Unfortunately, the one who had taken interest in herwas Jasmine. She was known for being a bit of a bully to the weaker maidens. She sauntered over, with that same grin on her face. Alycia turned back to her mopping, acting like she hadn't noticed her.

"Well well well, if it isn't little Aly. I was beginning to think that you were avoiding me." Aly made no attempt to look up at her, but anyone in the room could see she was shaking. "Aren't you going to say anything? Or are you too scared?" She waited a moment, her face barely an inch from Alycia's. The other girls made no attempt to intervene. When Jasmine was sure Aly wasn't going to answer, she kicked the bucket over and shoved Aly down into the water. "You're pathetic."
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Aisha | Temple;

Aisha heard the crash and the sound of water whooshing across stone from outside. She dropped her broom and slipped into the temple just in time to see Jasmine and the other two Maidens disappear down the corridor that lead to the Inner Sanctum. She scowled, then looked around for Aly. She found her on the floor, kneeling in a growing pool of water.

"Aly," she said and joined her on the floor. "Are you alright?" Aly didn't answer, so Aisha helped her up. "Ugh, I hate bullies." She bent to pick up the bucket and mop, turning to take them outside.

When she returned, Aly was just standing there, staring at the soaked skirts of her dress and the pool of water on the floor. Aisha sighed and shook her head, crossing to Aly. She stopped beside the other Maiden and tsk'ed at the floor. After a moment she sighed again and sat down in a nearby pew.

"We should get that girl back in here to clean this up," she muttered darkly. "But no. Mistress Isranda won't have that. You do the chores you're assigned and you don't complain." Aisha went silent, gazing blankly towards the entrance to the Temple. She was expecting their High Priestess to come back at any moment now with the small group of girls she'd taken down into the city. Aisha was going to be waiting a while.
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Keira – Forest nearby Asyra

“How much further is it?” Keira asked once again as she leaped over a fallen tree, she’d been complaining for the better part of the journey but she was tired of scratching her arms and falling on her knees. Her dress was completely torn and she had bruises everywhere.

“Not long” Aodán responded shortly. He wasn’t one to speak much, not ever with her, the girl whose life he’d saved so many times, the girl who’d saved his life.

“What are we even going to do when we get there? It’s not like I can just walk through the gates and say, ´Hi, remember me, I used to live here! ´” Keira continued, trying to keep the conversation going, she didn’t mind being the only one talking though. She had grown up in a castle where the only people she had to talk to were her maids, the guards and servants – none of which dared give much response, if it was out of respect or fear she never knew.

“Do you hear that? We’re getting close!” Aodán suddenly said, interrupting Keira’s thoughts of her past life. Keira listened, and she heard; the sound of wheels rolling on the solid stone, horses and wagons, she heard people chattering and children laughing, she heard the life of the city. They really were getting close.
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Amar/Soren | Market Square

I glanced around the market place, my eyes open for the assassin I'd been sent to speak to, peering around the edges of the square for the woman I'd been given a description of. Although we both worked under the same client, I had never met any of the other assassins before this, all of my correspondences being conducted through post or by messages left in hidden locations.

Around me, the carnival was thriving, dancers spinning their way down the street in a blur of colours whilst the sound of loud, energetic music filled the air. Amidst this, it was hardly difficult to spot the one other person not participating, a young woman leaning against the wall beside the baker's, a sharpness in her eyes as she scanned the crowds. I watched from a distance, matching her appearance with the description I'd been given, before judging it close enough to what I had been told and moving towards her.

"Hello there," I called out as I came closer, leaning on arm against the wall next to her in a relaxed position. The woman let her gaze flicker over for an instant, then let out a quiet half-snort, looking back into the crowds dismissively. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing by yourself? Surely you should be enjoying the festivities?"

She kept her gaze firmly away for a moment, before looking up at the sky, rolling her eyes and making to move away. "I don't do festivities," she replied with an irritable tone, still refusing to look back at me. "And I have somewhere else to be."

"I have something to ask you, before you go. Maybe it would make you stay and talk to me?" I queried, reaching out to brush a hand against her elbow before she could leave. A sigh rippled through her body, and she pulled away again.

"I highly doubt that. I don't have time for your questions."

I smiled softly, reaching out for her arm again and holding tighter. "Not even if I wanted to enquire as to whether you know what time the eagle flies?"

She hesitated, her arm going limp in my grasp, then turned back to look at me with a sceptical expression. "The eagle flies alongside the owl at dusk," she recited quietly, then stepped forward, pulling me to one side and into a side alley. "Now tell me what I need to know."





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Nasira | Market Square - Alleyway:

Nasira dragged him down the alley until she was pretty sure they wouldn't be overheard. "So, who's the target?"

He shifted to lean against the wall, arms crossed. "I'm not supposed to say her name. Apparently she can hear it."

She scowled at him and put her hands on her hips. "So, where is said person staying?"

"Temple Arasya."

Nasira froze, staring at the other assassin. Why in the world--no. Nevermind. She knew. "And the General wants this?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. The man nodded and she threw her hands up. "Who is it? The Mage? Isranda? One of the other Maidens?"

He gave her a dark look. "You say her name like you know her," he muttered. She glared at him. "And no it's not.... Nevermind. You'll know who it is." He leaned forwards, whispered something in her ear. Nasira pulled back, scowling again. "The mage, if we must say it. Make it look like an accident, will you? Your poisons are becoming obvious." With that, he pushed off the wall and strode off down the alley.

Nasira waited for several heartbeats before she returned to her position outside the Baker's. So, he wanted her to kill the mage? She smirked, the expression cold. And she would kill the mage. Isranda had several names, and one of them was Mistress of Mercy. She would make her last mistake--that of letting a foreigner into her temple. Nasira was already plotting. She was going to make Isranda look like the assassin here. Not that the mage would be missed much. But it was still murder. The Prince would not be impressed.
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Alycia | Temple

I forced my breathing even again, and looked down at the mess of water and suds at our feet. The water was cold, and it was soaking through my shoes. If mistress and the others came back to see this, I'd be scolded for sure. "Y-you're right. I should clean this up. I'm sorry, I'll get right on it. Sorry." I moved to retrieve the rags, but ended up walking right into Aisha. "Oh! I'm sorry." I blushed and moved to leave again.

I admired Aisha, she was strong and confident. Things I could only pretend to be. On a good day. I made my way to the supply closet. Three Familiar voices were making their way down the hall. Jasmine's stood out among them. I ducked into the closet and closed the door behind me. Her shrill, spine chilling laugh passed right in front of the door. When their voices faded away, I exited the closet again. I sighed and leaned against the door. She was gone now, and I was alone. If I was Aisha, I would have stood up to Jasmine.

I gathered up the rags I had dropped and made my way back to the prayer room to clean up Jas- my mess. It was my chore.
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