** mischevious smile well then I'ma have to join; gunna bring in Eli in a smexy assassin's outfit I kinda JUST remembered hehe.... you'd think after spending like.... forever on this game.... that I would of thought of it earlier anime sweat drop BUT ITS SMEXY! :D and its 18th Century.... Ish xD**

Skeleton Name: Eli Gemenii (E-Lie Not Ely >.>)

Guild Name: Assassin

Name story: Being as he is; Eli has gotten to the point he's as silent and deadly; known by many this bruit has been given this nickname due to his soul purpose that he's been trained as a skillfull and frightening Assassin, hence why he is called Assassin.

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Eli! Sandy blond hair tipped with black. His skin is a soft sun kissed shade. Eli's eye's are a shade of green so dark there basically black. And his clothes are [Url=http://fable.wikia.com/wiki/Assassin_Outfit]Assassin-ness[/url] Eli also stands at a towering 6ft8 and a holesum 250 pounds of PURE raw muscle.

Personality:Eli tends to be.... cut off; cold dark and sarcastic. But this dark sadistic man tend's to have mood swings; He can be happy one moment and ripping you're face off the next, but overall he tends to be more of his darker self. Altho... No matter the circumstance if you take his smokes he will kill you.

Talents/occupation: Assassin, He's stealthy quick; light on his feet, gracefull; and a very very VERY talented young man in killing. He's also very skilled with weilding swords as well guns knifes and is an exelent lock picker.

Weapons: The sword's he carry's on his lower back And the main one on his back (stands at 6ft 8 not counting the handle)

Background Info: as a kid,Eli wasn't wanted... from Birth the small child had been dumped in an orphanage. He was forced to work till his fingers bled; and forced to little clothes as he was there. As Eli grew older he became more crueler with the beating's and much harder work... Eli turned to the co-founder... and alit him along with his precious little orphanage up in flames. As time ticked by on the clock; and Eli sat laughing infront of a burning building; a strong man came apon him and asked his name. With that the young child alooked at the old man with nothing but a pure hatred for man kind, with this the man understanding took the boy to a large under ground area where he began his training. With this the young boy flourished into a skilled and very well trained assassin; well known along the borders for doing any nasty jobs that involved the sort of killing and torturing.

Skeleton Name: Lunar Deth

Guild Name: Blood Lust

Name story: It's called this becuase most of the people bordered into it are blood hungry and usualy adore their task's to spill blood too much compaired to others.

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance: Ok... so this pic I have just recently got ruined... This pic was taken on my phone only 14ish hours before the damage was done... Sorry... it's horrible I kno >.< blood red hair-Silver molten eyes, skin as pale as the moon's rays and she has many tribal/celtic tattoos along with many scars. Piercing wise she has a simple steel band around the center of her lip. The 5ft 7 girl ways a strong 135, and being as she is; she owns 2 different outfits in which she pic's out depending on her job. Outfit 1 Outfit 2

Personality:Usualy it depends on the moment. Lunar can be warm and kind; or she can be bitchy and pissed. Usualy she tend's to be a little ruder to people she dosn't really know, but she's also very dark and sadistic as well as cruel.

Talents/occupation: Assassin, Her talents all revolve around her persuasiveness and her ability of being quick and silent. She's also very talented in gambling and making an easy pay, as where she's also good with any weapon she's handed.

Weapons:Wep 1 Another set she has duel of And her Baby

Background Info:Lunar's background info tend's to be really sketchy. All that is really said is that she chopped her family into little bits and fed them to her dog. (In which is always with her) After that; her and her dog-Keen (key-in); had been found along the street's begging for food and slowly dying; with that an olderly man took them under his wing; and taught them the essentials to killing and surviving.

Sorry slowly editing; trying to make my mind up o.o

"Keen..." Soft word's over passed through a soft warm lips as her lovely molten eye's overlooked at the strong muscular and much loved doberman named Keen. The dog's vibrant green eye's moved to watch his master obediently as he moved to her side. Lunar's massively scarred hand's planting a small shiny silver tin with a name edged into the plating. A soft waver over passed the dogs nose as his body moved dog to engorge the much needed food. "Good boy; I'm surprised you didn't take you're fill earlier; I know you enjoy meat more then dog food" Lunar's voice-nothing more then a soft loving tinkle, alike a stream and a flute... warm yet cool, loving and soft; passionate and yet holding an inch of harshness then never seemed able to be edged out. Sound's of crunching almost echoed throughout the room as Lunar sat beside her companion and best friend; both eye's staring out into the open as she thought. The sound's of crunching seemed to cease as the dog nudged her hand and gave a confident bark. "Alright alright! Lets go look for another job; it's always nice having extra money" She stated. Lunar's outfit-a long shred of white and red fabric's all overlapping along with belts and string's held up with a hood over her head and silver object's around her waste to hold everything together. Moving swiftly the dog marched beside his owner's side as they twisted and twirled throughout long yet large hallways-through the crowded mess hall and down to another room; People chatted as they looked along the back wall; all in search of nice high paid job's within their rankings. "God damn it.... The mutt's back! When is the Guild going to get rid of that... that thing!" The voice of another unhappy guild mate. Their face edged with disgust as the dog widened his stance. Keen's lips curled up over his large canines a snarl ripping out of his just fed maw. "Shit! Not again! I still have stitch's from that thing!" Their voice mumbled as he backed away; running into other's and turning around to bolt throughout the crowd.

Eli nodded absent minded as he took in new's of other jobs. Other people had just gotten out of Infirmary and others just came back from their hard job; Eli was well known for not being social; and he was well known for never dropping a job and for always finishing it in flying blood. His hand moved up on the table as he balanced on the back 2 legs of his worn and withered chair. Their word's continued as he nodded and only took interest in things concerning him. A scarred but tanned and gloved hand moved up; a cigarette in between the two finger's as he placed it within the fire of one of the candles sitting on the table; and then placed it between his lips. "Mhmm" His voice was gruff and heavy while smoke filtered down his throat and through his lungs. A steady stream flowed out of his nose and flowed through the warm yet cluttered stuffy air.

(ooc: sounds good) (ooc: Ahahah Welcome to Guild. Also, I think you (among many) misunderstood the guild name thing. It's an alias or nickname that they use in the organization which is known as Guild. Sorry about the confusion. Also LOL at the Assassin's Creed outfit for outfit two. I love that game.)

Crap Sorry D: I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be putting down Guild or Coven when I wrote that I'll fix it >.<; n Hell yeah! My sister/sister/bother/older brother all own it so I can go over there and play on that and Fable(which is where some of the swords And Eli's outfit came from) hehehe xD

(ooc: I thought Eli already had some sort of nickname. Something far cooler than my character Sorel who's name is Blaze which isn't as cool as it sounds. I had fun coming up with that and the backstory for it. Haha video games ftw)

**Honestly I never really thought as far as a real nickname for the big lug >.< I kinda just like him being called Eli-is sounds all...Assassiny hehe xD n Yus! Bwuhahahahaha the many winful bloody games goes to edit nicknames Zelda woosh cough coughfable Assassins Creed ect cough Cough xD

(Ooc: So when do you plan on starting? :o)

I know i'm not Arivey, but the rp has already started if you look through all of the posts

((Ooc: Sorry XD facepalm))

Lola leaned back against the large black chair in her quarry's bed room. She spun her knife around in her fingers, trying to look calm and relaxed but failing every second. She watched the door, waiting for it to open. The slow creaking of the latch signified the poor victim's entrance. She slipped easily up the wall, her webbed gloves sticking to the old wall paper. The man had just entered the room, slipping off his black shoes and lowering himself into the black chair. Lola smiled, taking her knife in her hand. One million gold coins depended on this mission.

She lowered the knife and finished her work silently, searching the dead man for every possible trace of cash. She settled for his golden watch and wedding ring. The man's fingers were so fat she had to take one with the ring. After turning on the television and cleaning up her work to look like a suicide she climbed out the window and headed for the Guild to brag with all the other Assassins over the day's work.

Ledreska turned around when she heard her name and sighed, seeing it was just Sorel. The boy was somewhat naive and a complete screw off. "It's going fine, i'm just about to find something new to do," she lied. "And if you call me by my real name again I'm going to skin your head and turn your face inside out before putting it back on." If there was anything worse than having a surname of nobility, it's when people like Sorel use her real name. "I call you Blaze, you call me Blood, got it?" She didn't think her threat would work since it was half hearted. She wouldn't skin the idiot, but she wasn't afraid to leave scars on his pretty boy face. She continued to walk toward the meeting hall, annoyed when she heard multiple voices. Hopefully she can just go in and get out. She didn't like pointless chit chat.

((Sorry about the delayed post. I'll catch up once I get over the flu))

Kat climbed into her hole with a plate full of food beginning to eat quickly and efficiently, her thin body attesting to the fact food is usually the last thing on her mind. Taking a deep breath she nods to herself mumbling "the smoker is around" then stashing her plate on top of the others, she carefully peeks her head out before crawling from her place. Slowly walking toward the hall allowing a woman with bright red hair tied in a braid to easily pass as she simply pulls down the bill to her cap giving the faintest nod Kat stops to listen to two talking from somewhere not readily seen but frowns as she only catches hints of words.. something about a blaze and some blood. Following the woman from a distance to the hall, she quietly stays back from the rest attempting to appear casual as she leans against the wall while listening intently for any snippets of conversation.Kat's gaze passes all the posts on the board as the words are mainly a jumble yet sometimes she could get lucky and hear of something easily stolen, even someone wanting a "boy" to help in a job too big for one.

(ooc: I would like to remind you that this takes place during a more medieval era. There are no tvs o.o ) (ooc: Thanks for clearing things up while I was away.) (ooc: No problem. Creativity levels tend to plummet while sick.)

Sorel feigned fear and recoiled away from her harsh words. "Oh dear," he replied, "Yes Lady Blood. I should hate to incur your wrath." A smirk spread on his face. An easy point to score. She couldn't hardly strike back for using her full Guild name when she insisted in him reffering to it. The noble sound of her Guild name was the only reason he could ever get her to accept him using her actual names at time. he just had to make one sound worse than the other. Sorel could hear the bustle of the meeting hall long before they got there. His smile faded to a frown as he measured the volume of the sound to estimate the numbers needed to make it. The hall was busy today and he didn't appreciate that. He was usually pretty good about getting to the hall before the main rush. It was the only way to get a decent job. Judging from what he herad there was no chance of this today. "Probably'll get stuck with a crappy low pay heist or a low end assassination," he thought unhappily. Just because his skills were more suited towards theft didn't mean he couldn't manage other jobs. Most Guild members could do a little of everything. He would just never be able to find a well paying con or assassination that he could actually handle. He gave Ledreska a sidelong glance and joked, "Into the fray?" If either of them were lucky they'd hurry through the whole process before a fight over jobs broke out.

Arabelle sighed as she walked across the long dark corridor. How was it that with each kill she felt less satisfied with herself? She was training harder than ever before, making more money than she had in years, and she had a family. Even so, a part of her missed her glory days in the performers, and it was with increasing seriousness she thought about going back. It wasn't remorse, or guilt for the things she had done, just a restlessness, a hunger, sated briefly by her kills, then back. It was the thought of killing that dragged her out of bed in the morning, and back at night, But in the long hours in between her thoughts drifted back to her dancing, and her friends, the ones she didn't have to worry about waking up poor because of, or just not waking up.

Absent-mindedly, she didn't even notice when she reached the hall. She slipped though the crowds, grabbed the first slip containing the job preposition on it, and slipped out, feeling pleased. She didn't really mind what it was, she had savings, she could do without the money, she just needed to clear her head. She sat sullenly in the corner, running through some old choreography in her head. Seeing no one about, she stood up and tried the dance for the first time in months, pleasantly surprised when she realized she could do it. She lost herself i the imaginary music, and collapsed, dizzy and breathless, when he came to a stop.

The bussel was annoying; a crowd, and a pain. "Keen... Clear" Her words where a soft flow and a flowing tinkle. The dog snarled as they walked into the crowd. Her body stopping behind the demon like dog as both silver motlen eyes tightened, each muscle pushed back and noted as thoughts pulled at her mind. The dog's stance widened and teeth exposed as a loud bark pushed back, people infront jumping or pushing back well knowing the dog. The crowd continued their bussel while Keen; his strong muscular build, pushed people out of the way allowing Lunar to pass to the board and grab the first thing she could think of. "Good boy" Her hand brushed the dogs head as a piece of paper rolled up in her hands crippled slightly as she awaited for the dog to let through again. Eyes overpassed the crowd with a silent deathly like state. Assassination was her her game... and Lunar had come to love what she did with a crazed passion. Her bloody hair swayed as she walked; her white hood fell off, her clothe's swaying behind Lunar's thin but strong body as she moved skillfully and silently throughout the crowd. A bump of the the shoulder brought her attention, the twist of her neck felt odd as she turned to look at the man she'd bumped, her body still walking as a mans face followed by the name Blaze ticked off in her mind, both stunning hungry silver eye's overgoing him as she twisted her head back forward and continued her compainion out of the annoying crowd. "Well Well... a nice bounty.... 100k for a mans head.... Awwww Love that means no shreading" Her voice was deathly soul wrenching and something that held nothing but blood lust as she watched the dog, Her back rested against a wall empty of anyone within the mess hall.

Eli stood excusing himself from the table he stood, his hair a spikey array of a sandy color's tipped with blackness. His devilishly handsome face pinching in disgust as he sulked throughout the crowd, his foot steps heavy as his steel toed boots clomped throughout and his heavily armed body out weighed and overpowered some around him. "Well Well... if it isn't Arabelle" His voice was coy, while holding a deeper seductive tone, His lips pulled up in a smug smile behind the cloth covering half his face while he looked up and looked at the board from afar.

((Ooc:Sorry facepalm Forget the TV bit xD))

Lola strode into the dinning room grabbing a plate full of the steaming goopy mystery meat casserole of sorts and slid onto the hard wooden bench next to Kat. "How did your job go today?" She muttered, trying to make as much conversation as a thirteen year old can with a sixteen year old. Lola had been a Member of the Guild for longer than most of the older veterans. Even though she acted like a much older Assassin she still had a small portion of a young teenage girl's curiosity and need for conversation.

She heard the low rumbling growl of a dog off in the crowds. That doberman was at it again. She dug into her food while waiting for Kat to pull herself out of her own little pensive world. Lola smiled at the clinking of two million dollars of gold in her pocket. The old miser who had employed her had tried to short change her, and he paid with it with his life and his riches.

Having Chic-scratch sit next to her when trying to disappear in the crowd was similar to wearing a neon sign..all the energy emanated from her now seemed to wrap around them both yet a grin formed on Kat's face obviously glad to see her regardless. Attempting to deepen her voice in case someone else overheard, Kat whispered back "So far I have heard nothing going on.. have you read anything?" ...hopeing her friend would give her any news that was posted. One of the rare people in Guild that knew for sure she wasn't a boy called "Dougan" , the extremes between them both seemed on the surface startling. Most would probably wonder what either had in common. Knowing her propensity for black, Kat pulled out a beautiful silk black scarf stolen earlier and held it out for her "Particularly any heists, I would like to get more coin then now...maybe work with a group?".

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Lola smiled, her fingers fleeting absentmindedly to the scrap of paper hanging from her belt. She hesitated. One wrong move from her and Dougan could tell everyone about the heist. "Yes," she muttered, slipping the paper into Dougan's hands and going back to poking at her food. With a small smiled she slipped her a 100 coin. Dougan always seemed to need coin, unlike Lola who almost never found anything that caught her fancy. Maybe that would change when she grew older, most likely not.

Sorel's eyes darted to the side briefly to place who had bumped into him. It was more out of curiousity than anything. He raised his eyebrows briefly at the doberman. Pets weren't a common commodity in Guild as they were frequently short lived. No sooner than he had spoken his question did he hear a sudden increase in volume. A fight had broken out but from what he could hear it wasn't the usual cause. He turned his head to listen. Apparently someone had put a hit on a follow Guild member and the enforcement unit had caught wind of it. One simple rule of Guild was that you didn't intentionally target fellow members.

((OOC: Okay, people, this is medieval era, which means a lot of money is forty gold pieces. 100K doesn't exist. Coins like 100 coins, don't exist. No one, not even the nobles have a million gold coins. It's just not possible. There are gold pieces, silver pieces, and copper pieces. Gold being the highest, and copper being the lowest.))

"Oh, my God Blaze, are you trying to piss me off?" Ledreska asked, spinning around when he emphasized the Lady in her name. She knew he was baiting her, but she was already in a bad mood. "I swear I will tell every person in this place who think you're 'cool' and tell them where your name originated." She glared at him and then noticed the dog. She never liked animals; they were a pain. She really did not like it when an animal tried to intimidate her. It was an animal. It probably wasn't going to live very long if she decided to kill it. She purposely stood in the way, waiting for a reason to put the poor beast out of it's, and her, misery.

(Ooc: Okay, sorry again. Tired, slipping from character to character. My fault again -_-;)