Zenathia is a bustling city full of life both above and below ground. Guild is a guild home to thieves, spies, and assassins; whatever work that will get you through the day. Any of the members will tell you that it's called Guild because it gives them a sense of unity. In reality it's because no one can agree on a name. Guilds are a fairly simple way to live if your talents lie within a field such as pickpocketing. Members pay rent in exchange for shelter, more jobs, and food for when they can't make their own way. Guild is unique for it's underground safehouse. It's a massive tangle of catacombs with various entrances throughout the city. It's advantages when the bounty hunters don't know where to look. I will answer any questions and add/clarify description as needed The setting takes place in a medieval era.

Try to keep things literate please. That's pretty much my only request. Just make sure to follow Subeta rules so no one gets in trouble ^_^

Characters can be abything from the guild master, second in command, thieves, spies, entrance lookouts, bounty hunters, etc.

Skeleton Name: Guild Name: (This is like an alias or nickname) Name story: (This should explain why their guild name is what it is) Age: Gender: Appearance: Personality: Talents/occupation: Weapons: Background Info:

Name: Sorel Guild Name: Blaze Name story: Sorel's first job could hardly be viewed as outstanding. In fact many described it as "having gone up in flames". Only his room for growth and signs for potential got him into Guild at all. He now tells people it's Blaze because he has flare, but he'll never shake the story of how bad he messed things up. Age: 19 Gender: Male Appearance: Sorel is lean, hardly a trait uncommon among guild members and is about average in height. He has somewhat long, choppy hair that he keeps tied back and green eyes. ( Sorry if this isn't all that great. I don't draw him much and I'm not amazing to begin with. Also apologize about the lack of a link. They don't seem to work for me. Copy and paste if you really want to see?) http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=sorel+chibi#/d345xna Personality: Sorel pretends to be cool and composed around strangers. He uses sarcasm as regularly as any other member and developed a quick wit and sharp sense of human over his guild life. He flaunts the fact that he's senior to most members because that's one of the only things he has going for him. He acts cocky, but is notorious for ending jobs in what he calls "a blaze of glory". Mostly things go up in smoke so he just glorifies everything. Around friends he is easy going and somewhat accepting of criticism (emphasis on somewhat). Talents/occupation: Sorel is a thief and pickpocket. His subtlety isn't as notable as his speed. While he can manage pickpocketing better than most members, he tends to mess up the bigger heists. Weapons: Dual daggers. He likes what is small and easliy carried. Background Info: Sorel was always a trouble maker. Pranks were his favorite past time as a child and it was then that he began to develop the skills necessary for pickpocketing. He managed to get into Guild at age ten. He was lucky to get in despite his blunders. He began to mellow out under Guild authority, but he still has a sharp wit and willingness to argue and banter. Being a senior member in Guild has advantages. He can stake out some of the better jobs ahead of time and it gave him bragging rights. Nine years was a long time to remain a member without retiring, getting dragged to out to the mines, or ending up dead.

(( oh give me a moment and I'll join in on this!))

Awesome! I look forward to seeing your character ^_^

O.O this seems awesome! I totally want to join!

Sure join us my dorky friend 8D

Name: Ledreska Guild Name: Lady Blood (some people call her Blood, Lady, or Milady for short) Name story: Needless to say her first job got messy. She would have normally prided herself on her Guild name, since Blood sounds like it would be deadly and serious, but the others tacked 'Lady' in front of it, just because when she's around strangers of the upper class, she acts like a perfect nobless. Age: 21 Gender: Female Appearance: She's got the physique of a noble. Shorter than most, with stunning facial features and slender body. Her hair is long and bright red, which she usually ties in a tight braid, save for the few strands of hair that shape her face. Her eyes are a strange golden color, but they just add to her charm. Personality: She has a sharp tongue and a bad temper. Sometimes people believe she makes her jobs bloody on purpose just to let out some steam. Nothing says "Stress relief" better then blood guts and gore to her. She's normally easy to get along with if you can overlook her sarcasm and become good at not annoying her. She thinks she's funny, but normally she's only being mean and insulting someone. Talents/occupation: Con artist/Thief Weapons: If and when she fights she uses a short sword, but she has needles tucked in her braid and a dagger strapped to her thigh Background Info: Everyone would swear she's a noble, but she doesn't seem to think so. She was orphaned and raised by peasants, or so she guessed because she didn't look anything like them. She normally dresses as a noble to con them out of anything they will give her, but because of her small size, she's fast and efficient when it comes to sneaking into places and stealing stuff. A good chunk of her skills go to stealing noble clothing and jewelry for her cons.

Name: Niola Malone Guild Name: Pickit Name story: For years people have had to report break ins, from homes to safes to even unexplained diary locks. Niola is the human lockpick and has never faced a lock she couldn't break. Or at least one that she would admit too. When Guild needs a lock pick, Niola is the first person they go to. Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: The first word anyone would use to describe the young woman would be lanky. She towers over both men and women almost being 6 foot tall with an awkward boyish figure. Her skin was white as clouds and speckled with freckles much like a wild cat. Rusty locks tangled just below her chin, sticking out in every which direction with tiny braids and mini trophies tucked away into them. Personality: Niola comes off as a child even if she looked older. Giggles erupt from her often as her bubbly self situates itself into social settings. This friendly humbleness she holds earns her plenty of friends on the street, making her a great informanent for her fellow misfits. She will use her silver tongue to get out of most situations. Talents/occupation: Burglar and Informanent. Weapons: Little knives hidden in her black gloves, much like cat claws and a few throwing knives tucked away here and there. Fighting isn't her strong points and aims to avoid it at all costs. Background Info: At a young age Niola grew bored of the farm life her family had cursed her with. She ran away when she was 8, tucking into a merchants cart going in to Zenathia. Not to suprisingly the child had underestimated how hard it was to live alone in the city. She lived in foster homes until boredom struck her and there was nothing left to pick up in the house. She recently went to the guild in hopes that they could make life a little more interesting.

certainly love to join as an assassin. c:

Go ahead. Might get things started after you post your skelly

Aaron Kaisermen Alias: Blade Alias History: Aaron kills normally with any sort of steel blade he can use or has on hand. Age: Eighteen Gender: Male Appearance: D E A D L Y Personality: Blade is normally calm and keeps to himself because of his aggression issues. Although not loud, the level of violence he can produce in an angered state is frightening. He doesn't talk to everyone, although a few people he's somewhat on relations with can have a conversation sparked for a matter of time. He's sneaky, and half the time he enters a room the only warning a person has are the loud, thudding sounds coming from the headphones or earbuds he always wears. Talents/occupation: Although a boy, he is very flexible; and often uses this skill when needed. He doesn't work, however. When his parents died, somehow they were worth more money than he ever imagined. A lawyer did all the paperwork and what not for him, so now he's filthy rich. Weapons: Any sort of metal object that can cut. Mainly a split katana with the japanese word for 'death' on both blades. Background Info: He suffers from amnesia as to his actual past. His parents did some side job that got the bread on the table aside from their high paying ones, were murdered by some gang, and he ended up getting a shitload of cash that no one is aware of. Although every month he donates exactly $500 to the guild as a bit of 'appreciation'.

Sounds very interesting, room for another?

Name:Katherine (Kat) Dougan Guild Name: "Dougan" Name story: No one seems to remember her Mom, nor her "real name" anymore. People may assume it is from Katherine or Kate but it is unsure if even Kat knows her real name. In order to perpetrate her disguise as a "boy" Kat uses "Dougan" as her guild name though is not sure where it initally came from. Age: 16 yet has the appearance of someone younger Gender: female Appearance: Short. unevenly cut strawberry red hair frames a freckled face and striking blue eyes hidden fairly well by a large cap with bill hanging down shadowing anything seen casually in her looks. A loose, worn but clean blue shirt is tucked in torn beige trousers at the waist.. the only hint of her actual thin, petite stature. Large worn shoes obviously too large for her and a backpack around her shoulders completes her rather scruffy appearance if seen at all.

Personality:Speaks in almost a whisper attempting to get her voice gruff. Most that see her casually walking down the alley way would assume she was about a 12 year old boy, poor but nothing to take a second glance at. She is secretive, extremely shy and very cautious in her dealings everyone.

Talents/occupation: Nothing can be left out untended that wouldn't disappear inside her overly large blouse or backpack. She learned to steal at an early age from her Mom whom attempted a final "job" with an ambition too much for even her excellent skills when caught and killed.

Weapons: Kat is a firm believer if you have a weapon, one will be used against you. She has nimble fingers that can move things from pocket to backpack if even a small amount of time. Most just see a boy walking past and go on their way then wonder later where their wallet was (( and there will be no godmoding.. Kat will "attempt" if tries anything ))

Background Info: Kat's Mom taught her a lot of things and taught her well. Using bandages to hide her growing body and keep the "boy" figure, she remembers her Mom's words "People will stare at a pretty girl Kat... you must be unnoticed to get what you need, people won't take a second glance at a poor boy wearing dirty clothes. Put a little dirt on the face and keep those eyes down so no one can see the color." With no formal schooling and only able to read a word or two, Kat stays in the shadows of Guild attempting to keep out of trouble. She has favorite places in other areas to get food and supplies knowing her "talent" is less noticed by those not trained similarly.

For some reason a chef tends to leave a plate in back of the restaurant about the time he sees the "boy" arrive. The first day Kat watched it until all the lights were off in the restaurant and a dog had come by making a nice meal leaving only crumbs on the plate. The second night, Kat waited until the man walked back inside then grabbed plate and all running "home" quickly. There is a special place she found just past the entrance to Guild which she made her home. A hole so small most adults couldn't squeeze in and even Kat was having problems as she got larger, yet once inside, there was room to lay down and place a few possessions including one very special to her...a gold locket with her Mom's picture holding a baby.

(( thank you for the clarification , have slightly adjusted her information ))

Ledreska sulked back into he guild, throwing her silk fan to the side. She had made new connections with the nobles, but none of them were smart enough to catch the hints she was throwing at them. Not only was that counterproductive to getting money, but it was a waste of time. If too many people knew who she was, word could spread around not to welcome her. Granted, she was appealing to look at so it wasn't much of a problem when it came to the younger males, but the women had a tendency to be less gullible. When it came to females, you can't even get a copper coin from a twelve year old without some sort of pointless competition on who has the better jewels or men. Stealing was always much easier than charming her way for food, but charm had less of a risk of getting shot in the head with an arrow. She sighed and walked into her personal quarters, carefully undoing the buttons of her gown. One thing was for sure; the dress code was murder. When the gown elegantly fell to the floor she untied the corset, taking her first real breath in hours. She hated the thing, but when the males began to "explore" it was best to keep the suspicion to a minimum. She practically ripped the corset off and flung it to the corner of the room, only half hoping it doesn't get damaged. After all the "proper" dress was off, she was free to don her normal slacks and a rust colored tunic. Her dagger never came off of her thigh, but she strapped her short sword around her waist and checked her braid to be sure the needles were still in place. It was a pain to reach and pull them out of her back if she ever made a mistake, as she had in the past. She flexed her arms, glad to no longer be chained down by piles of fabric and suffocated by a strip and some string. She reached into her coin purse and counted all that she had made. A mere twelve copper pieces. She frowned at it. Normally when it came to conning the nobles, she at least had a few gold pieces and a majority of silver pieces to show for it. What was even more disturbing is she left the guild this morning with ten copper pieces. In hours of torture, she had two more copper pieces to show for it. What a joke. She tucked the copper into a smaller coin purse and stuffed it down her tunic. Since she was surrounding herself with thieves, she did not feel the need to chance her money being accessible to them. She walked out of her quarters and headed to the meeting hall, hoping to find a job to get at least a few silver pieces. Her rent was due and although it would be simple enough to find a noble family and possibly marry into one, she had no desire to be caged in luxury. She made no eye contact with any of the other members, not wanting to have to share her failure for the day. No, she just wanted to get a job, do it, get paid, and then retire for the night after a meal. Just as she didn't trust the people, she hardly trusted the food the guild had to offer. It was there if she really wanted it, but she seldom actually desired to eat it. She watched and listened to her steps echoing in the passage way, thinking of nothing but being able to stretch her skills and muscles.

could I join?

Name: Nathan (or at least, that's what he tells his customers to call him) Guild Name: The Black Rose Name story: The main reason he's called The Black Rose is because at every kill, he leaves a black rose. No one really knows why, he just does. Age: unknown (though from some witness's, late twenties, early thirties) Gender: Male Appearance: Only a hand full of people admit they've met him, and even fewer have described him. The few consistent claims there have been that haven't been over the top, say that he's of medium height, he's fit, with only a bit of baby fat, somewhat tanned and that he has large, but sad looking, blue eyes. He has a small mouth and nose. His hair is very dark, black. It's a tad unkempt, shaggy, but it's not long. He has thin lips. His clothes vary. Some people have said they've seen him in nobles clothes, others in peasants garb, others in different types of uniforms. He's a chameleon, fitting in wherever he goes. He doesn't stand out, he's unnoticeable. You'll only see him when he wants you to. They give off a kind of innocence and yet you know the man behind them are deadly. Personality: People who would talk say he's charismatic. Others say he's a lunatic. And even others still say he's dead calm. One thing hasn't changed from these descriptions though. His smile. He almost always smiles. Not many people have seen him scowl or even frown and lived to tell the tale. It's a calm smile, a small smile. It never wavers. And that's the unsettling thing about it. It doesn't falter. It's been said that he quites enjoy his work, being an...well, he does many things. It ranges from giving advice on how to kill people, the best ways to cover it up or make it out in the open without getting caught to actually committing the assassination's himself, which can range from being very clean to a blood bath. He can make people you don't like, disappear. He's good at his job and people he works for like his efficiency. Talents/occupation: Assassin Weapons: It ranges. Background Info: Not much is known about his background. From what police have gathered, which isn't much, is that he was born in The Guild. He's Caucasian and it is likely he has no living relatives.

(ooc: You do know this is medieval era right? Just wanted to make sure because the picture is very modern and I don't think there were lawyers back then.) (ooc: Sounds good. I just want to clear things up. Guild names are sort of like aliases. Many members don't feel comfortable with sharing their actual names. because Guild is large enough that a lot of the members are actually strangers to each other. It's all one organization called Guild. Sorry If that wasn't clear.) (ooc: Thank you for starting things off) (ooc: Sure. Again this is medieval era so I'm not sure about the jeans and suit part of the description. Glasses could be plausible I guess. Otherwise it sounds good)

Sorel navigated his way through the winding Guild passageways without incident. Being in Guild for as long has he had, had given him plenty of time to create a complete mental map of its confusing layout. His own quarters were tucked back in one of the many dead ends away from the main population. Most of the living quarters were scattered throughout the random twists and turns at random. The first thing you did when you were accepted into Guild was to stake out whatever place that wasn't already inhabited and resembled a room. He strolled past the mess hall. One concept that baffled Sorel was why the mess hall and meeting hall were referred to as such. They were among some of the few places that the Guild passages opened up into a spacious room. The place was crowded and noisy. Most people didn't go there for the food. Guild grub was a last resort for the poor and starving. Being in that class at one point had lead him to discover that the food could not be distinguished as anything in particular. It was some sort of runny soup on most occasions and the game was to guess what its contents were. The fact that cooks never shared their secrets was more than a little concerning. The main purpose of the large room was for the members to socialize. Five minutes, later and he found himself in the meeting hall. It was a large room with posters, lists, and informants. It was nearly as busy as the mess hall and just passed the room was the short hall that lead to Guild's heart. Sorel himself had never been into the Guild master's room, but he didn't really have any desire to. He left the interiors appearance to the imagination. The pickpocket caught sight of a familiar face and wasted no time in striding up to her. "How is business today Ledreska," he asked the con artist casually. Ledreska was one of the few members he knew well. There were very few members he was actually on real name basis with. Despite being her junior in life he was her senior in Guild. Somehow this did little to give him an advantage in arguments with the woman. She had a sharp wit that he actually struggled to keep up with.

Hiya, just wondering if I could join?

Name: Ailis Oíche (pronounced ay + lish and oi + chee) Guild Name: Doesnt have one, prefers people to call her by her actual name. Name story: She doesnt have one, but her name is Irish, the first one coming from the name Elizabeth, the other meaning night) Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance:About 6"1 in height with slightly tan skin, freckles dotting all over her body, with bright emerald eyes, and ashen colored hair that goes a little past her chest. Intricate black tribal tattoo's cover her entire body as well, theres also a bright tattoo of a moon on her shoulder. When she is preforming a job, her outfit looks like this. Many pockets are concealed all over her body, holding assortments of knives, vials of either explosive liquids or poisons. The golden calf guards were actually a gift from her father before he passed. When she's out in public or in the Guild's fortress, she wears this. Personality: Keeps to herself mostly, has a bad temper and snaps quickly if provoked. Most of the time though, very calm and serene. She is cynical and crude to people, sarcastic and witty as well. Talents/occupation: She is a rogue. This meaning, she's a hired thief or assassin if the client is the type, but mainly sticking to stealing. Skilled with swords, knives, and many types of bows, she can often hunt and is very good with harsh climate. Weapons: Her favorite is a large sword, but she keeps different types of small knives in her pockets at all times. Background Info: Hailing from Ireland where she was born and raised, her father was in the same type of business to support her since her mother past, her being the only child. She was slightly pampered growing up, but sometimes it got hard if there wasnt any jobs for her dad. Ailis started training to become a rogue when she was just 12, and has become one of the best. Entering the Guild when her father died when she was 21, she keeps a picture in her pocket, and every person she kills is just a reminder of what happened to him.

** pokes head out frum under blanket Murfle o-o you look like you gotta nice rp rollin here Ari xD possibly thinks of joining if ok **

Oh, see, now I feel stupid. Well, thank you for letting me join even after that hair brained mistake! I'll go fix my skellie.

(Join us Lunar, join us)

(ooc: Feel free to post at any time now. I'd like to see this thing get rolling.)

((Really sorry if I'm a bit rusty, it's been a while)) Name:Lola Guild Name: Chic-scratch Name story:Lola was called Chic-scratch because she was one of the few new recruits who could write well enough to read. Age: 13 Gender: female Appearance: Lola is short and lanky with purple eyes and white hair. She wears mostly black like most of the other thieves in the Guild. Personality: Jumpy, witty, enjoys picking on those who are insecure/younger than her. Talents/occupation: She is an expert cat burglar but isn't beneath picking pockets. She can be hired to do just about anything but kill by a fire. She has a charred neck band with the north star on it to remind her of her parent's fate. Weapons: Good old Swiss Army knife Background Info: Lola's family was killed by a huge fire in the poor section of the city. She was on her own for three years picking pockets and petty thievery until a fellow thief brought her to the Guild.

Name: Arabelle Guild Name: Scarlet Name story: Her name taken from the way her first kill went. The actual murder went well, and she prided herself on her ability to not spill blood. But alas, just as she was leaving, she decided to dip the mans pockets, as a way to round off the night. Her sleeve trailed into the wound, and stained her whole right sleeve Scarlett. She was very ashamed, and blushed pretty much the same color as her top. For both these reasons she chose Scarlett as her namesake, but if you ask, she will say it's due to her lust for blood. Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Short, with curly red hair not unlike an Irish dancer. She has dark green eyes, and a very pale complexion. She carries herself like royalty, and has uncommonly long fingernails. She also has a scar on her neck, gained after a run in with a so called knife throwing expert. Personality: Timid. When killing or thieving she's in her element, but around others she becomes somewhat aloof. She will retort to any insults thrown her way however, and enjoys it immensely. Her sense of humor is very morbid, and she laughs at things that would make any sane person cry. In short, she is a blend of Shyness and lunacy. Talents/occupation: Assassin mainly, but also rather good at conning people with sleight of hand tricks and 'magic' Weapons: She carries a quiver of arrows, but will use her short silver throwing knife whenever she can Background Info: Was born outside the city, and raised by her aunt. After a fierce row concerning her freedom, Arabelle slit the womans through, rifled her pockets ad set of to the city, where she joined a band of performers, slipping of to rob and kill to sustain her dwindling funds. This company was the cause of the knife incidents and many other somewhat unusual events. The company realized she was dangerous and directed her to th guild, but agreed she would always have a place in the performance should she want it.