- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Whenever I can get on.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Comedy, Medieval, Romance, Sci-Fi, Modern
Ello foolish humans, if you want to join this roleplay, listen up. No supernatural/fantasy characters, no animated corpse characters. Got it? Good. Also, no killer kiddies. Children are not killers. And my final request, put a picture of your character above your starting post. Thank you! Have fun!
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The OOC is right here....
https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/assassins-pride.106054/
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"To be an assassin means to be death itself, and live with the consequences."
~ The Ghost, master assassin and Guild Master.
Sometimes it felt like this job would be the death of him. Not that he would get killed on the job, but that eventually his own body would quit on him. Alas, he would try not to let that happen whilst he led his guild, the best assassin's guild known to the criminal underworld. The Ghost sat alone at the bar of his guild, his posture relaxed as he nursed his beer. There were missions posted on the job board, though the assassin didn't feel all that motivated to head out on a mission so soon after his return. It felt like he was still thawing out from his trip to Siberia.
The guild building itself was in the middle of nowhere, technically the highlands of dreary ol' Scotland. It was a large wood and stone structure that blended with its landscape. Moss grew on the exterior stone and wood. Inside were rooms for those who worked in the guild, as well as a bar and dining hall, and a large library/study area. This was Nocture Guild.
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The OOC is right here....
https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/assassins-pride.106054/
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"To be an assassin means to be death itself, and live with the consequences."
~ The Ghost, master assassin and Guild Master.
Sometimes it felt like this job would be the death of him. Not that he would get killed on the job, but that eventually his own body would quit on him. Alas, he would try not to let that happen whilst he led his guild, the best assassin's guild known to the criminal underworld. The Ghost sat alone at the bar of his guild, his posture relaxed as he nursed his beer. There were missions posted on the job board, though the assassin didn't feel all that motivated to head out on a mission so soon after his return. It felt like he was still thawing out from his trip to Siberia.
The guild building itself was in the middle of nowhere, technically the highlands of dreary ol' Scotland. It was a large wood and stone structure that blended with its landscape. Moss grew on the exterior stone and wood. Inside were rooms for those who worked in the guild, as well as a bar and dining hall, and a large library/study area. This was Nocture Guild.
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