The Search for a Reason to Live

Character Name: Rath Aurion
Age:23
Sex:Male
Race: Unknown;Appears human but his skills say otherwise
Height: 6'
Weight:Unknown; Appears skinny with a slight build.
Eyes:Icy Blue
Hair: Black; medium length, covers his right eye

Normal Outfit: Black shirt; Black, loose-fitting pants;Black boots; Black cloak.

Job: Assassin
Weapon: Two Katanas

Bio:Born in Nevah City, Rath was an unwanted birth. At the age of 5 his father killed his mother and framed Rath. The king instructed the Royal Guard to blindfold Rath and take him deep into the Vayen Forest. Certain he would be devoured by monsters, Nevah City moved on. Rath survived on his own by training himself in stealth and fighting tactics. At the age of 19, he returned to Nevah City under the alias of Shadow. Now, at the age of 23, he is a famous assassin, wanted by the guards of every city in a 5 mile radius.


The night was silent and still. Dark clouds blocked out the moon and stars, leaving the city of Nevah in a shroud of ominous darkness.
Rath silently walked the shadows of the empty streets. He felt comfortable in the darkness, he always had.
Quickly, determindly he made his way towards his target, the royal palace.
His job was big this time, a real challenge. Killing the king would affect the kingdom dramatically.
Rath didn't care, why should he?
As Rath neared his target, he tied a black, silk (stolen) scarf around the lower half of his face and prepared his senses.
He was very 'glad' to have this job. He was getting paid to exact his revenge. Assassinating the king, throwing the city into total chaos, having a higher bounty put on his head. How perfect.
Rath approached the darkest, least guarded part of the palace. The side. Not guarded because the only way in was a balcony 50 feet up the smooth, marble wall.
A major problem for most people, but not so much for Rath.
Taking his two Katanas out, he backed away from the wall. Making a running jump, he stabbed his right katana into the marble as high as he could. Then, stealthly and expertly, he pulled himself up, stabbed the left one in and climbed. Of course it made noise and more than once did the guards come to investigate, but they saw nothing. Eventually, they gave up and stopped checking.
The castle walls were carved from black marble, a gift from a kingdom very abundant with marble. With Rath's black clothing and the night's shroud, he easily hid from the guards.
Reaching the balcony, Rath pulled himself up and knelt on the railing, investigating his surroundings.
Red, silk curtains hung from the archway leading into a very richly designed room. The walls were painted a blood red. A large, blood red rug embroidered with gold covered most of the floor. A blood red couch covered with pillows of every shape and size stood opposite a large, canopy bed.
Rath crept into the room and, keeping very low, stealthly made his way to the bed.
The princess slept peacefully. (OOC: I will not describe her in case somebody chooses to make her their character later, for everyone else:Use your imagination.)
She was not his target, she had never wronged him. No point in harming her.
Quickly, Rath left the room through the large, red oak double doors, closing them slowly behind him.
He was now in a large hall lined with ebony pillars and ivory statues of long deceased kings. Just a few feet in front of Rath was a large, ebony, velvet cushioned throne with a smaller replica beside it, for the queen.
Keeping to the shadows, Rath crossed the throne room to another set of red oak double doors and crept in. This room was a lot like the princess' except everything was a midnight blue.
Rath's instinct told him there was something wrong. It was too easy, there should have been guards just outside both rooms and in the throne room.
It was a trap.
Giving up his shelter of shadows, Rath charged towards the bed in a mad rage. He was starving for revenge. There was indeed a body in the bed, but as Rath cut the man to shreds, he realized it wasn't the king.
It was a servant. A disposable peon.
Rath calmed himself and turned around, meeting with the expected spears and swords aimed at his throat.
His icy blue eyes looked past the guards at the royal figure that ruined his life. Standing next to him was the feeble old man who paid him for the assassination.
"Take him to the dungeon," the king ordered.
Of course, like mindless servants, the guards obeyed.
Rath was brought into one of the dirty, rat and roach infested cells and shackled to the wall, his weapons were confiscated.

[Quistis]

Character Name: Raven
Age:25
Sex:Female
Race: Mage/elf (whatever)
Height: 5'4
Weight: 110 lbs
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Long silky black.

Normal Outfit: leather pants and tank top. Black dragon tattoo around her arm

Im not gonna elaborate on her past right now. Im just gonna develop it along the way.

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"Another one bites the dust." a sultry voice of a woman was heard as Rath was thrown in the dungeon. She sat hidden in the shadows and both of her feet and hands were loosely shackled by heavy chains.

"So what brought you here?" she asked.

occ- sorry crappy intro.lol.

(OOC: I don't think it's crappy. It's something, and that's all that matters)

Despite her facade of shadows, Rath looked directly at her, "Why do you care?" he muttered, coldly.
He pulled on the chains as hard as he could, testing their strength. The rusty, old and worn chains held fast, bruising his wrists.
Rath cringed in pain as the chains tightened, cutting into his wrists.
"Magic," he mumbled, cursing at his own ignorance.

[Quistis]

occ- well, normal RP posts should be longer and more substantial than what I first did I guess.

The woman smirked at Rath's futile attempt to escape, deliberately ignoring his rude remarks at her question.

"It's hopeless. We're both going to die by sunlight. Unless of course we find a way to escape." she said nonchalantly.

"These chains also prohibit the use of any kind of magic. Since the guards thought that I only use magic, they forgot to search me." she said as she picked something from the waistband of her leather pants- a small needle that looked like a tiny twig. She noticed the puzzled look on Rath's face and so she continued to speak to him.

"I got this from the forest of M'kaan. It takes the shape of anything you put it into..." she said as she carefully placed the tiny branch into the keyhole. Seconds later, the lock opened.

"If you want to get out of here you have to be nice to me." she said, her face still hidden in the shadows.

Rath grimaced, he hated being nice to people.
But he also didn't want to die without revenge. Finally, he sighed heavily, "Alright, I'll be. . . nice," he stumbled over the word he hated so much.
The warm blood from his cut wrists started to run down his arms towards his shoulders, only emphasizing that he had no choice but to accept her terms.

[lolosky]

Character Name: Lioncourt DeLe Gessim
AKA: L
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 200 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black, to his shoulders

Normal Outfit: Lioncourt regularly wears a white shirt, which contrast with his black pants, brown boots and a long black coat made of leather, the sword sheath is inside of the coat allowing a fast inner pull of it by the time he needs it.

Job: Soldier of Fortune, Bodyguard
Weapon: Hand and a Half Long Sword

Bio: Lioncourt was born among a poor country family of the fields Nevah Roah; as the only male child of 10 brothers (ooc- poor people nail more), he was the fourth child and as head male of the family he was to be trained in the ancient swordfighting technique inherited by his family, by the time he was seven his entire family died in a fire that took place in the middle of the night saving only L, without nowhere to go he remained in his burnt house for the rest of the following days until an strange man, who claimed to be his father's half brother appeared in the town; the man offered to fulfill the task of training L and took him with him along with his the family's sword. During his ten years of training the man performed strange testing over L's skills, without no apparent purpose, by the time L was 20 he had already become a successful mercenary, having assisted in many large works and selling his skills to the highest bidder. L held a mysterious technique to most of his enemies and employed his Long Sword as if it was a slight as a feather, and moved with an agility only that seemed feline; without knowing it, L had been trained in a lost art of combat, and had adversed over a training that men had not witnessed in centuries, as the skills the man taught him were not his father's, and strengthening all of these there is an unique feature that so far has only seen on L, he is neglected from magic, hence he cannot use it, nor it can affect him

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“So they have captured him?” - L's thoughts wandered over his head with a dizzy concentration on a remote attack that the King had evaded, again; he could not understand how a ruler was to create so many enemies in such a short time frame, after all less than twenty years in a throne like Nevah was a really short period, there had been kings that managed to rule even over fifty years, or so they said the text books he had read over his youth. Anyhow, none of this mattered to him at all, he was to guard a delivery that had been sent from the city of Nieth to Nevah, and again his task was fulfilled without no major problems other than a small pack of bandits that terrified themselves when they saw L's skills over one of their members, the lucky bastards escaped, and L couldn't care less about them, he just needed to complete his assignment, get paid and then head back home, that's all that really cared for him.

After a few minutes of wait, he was summoned to the administrative chambers where a man dressed in silk robes awaited for him behind a desk, he wore a set of glasses and seemed as if he was making some sort of calculations over a paper set in front of him.

“Please mister Lioncourt take seat” - He indicated as he pointed the chair right in front of the desk

“No thank you, I'm alright this way” - L said as he started to make gestures with his hands in the military language of hands signing imposed 40 years ago among the royal guard and that L had mastered during his training – “Is it safe for me to loose my weapon?”

The man nodded in an agreeing behave - “ So what they say about you is true, i see that you're not reckless, but i assure you that everything is at ease now” - the man pointed the chair again - “Please do take seat”

“If you insist” - L agreed, he removed his coat and placed it on the top of a pole that was next to the door, he sat calmly - “The package has been successfully delivered, the pay was made, unless my services are further needed i don't seem any reason to be sitting here. Why did you asked for me?”

“You were late” - the man pointed flat

“Oh that” - L replied with a grin - “We found a small inconvenient while transporting the carriage”

“By any means did you took any look of the interior of the carriage?” - the man pointed almost raising from his chair, L perceived the aggressiveness in his tone of voice, that only7 signaled to him that the delivered item was really important

“Did you paid me to?” - he grinned and raised from his chair - “If that was all you wanted to ask me I'm leaving right now” - L grabbed his coat and opened the door only two find two guards standing in his way, he glanced at them and turned his head to the left side looking by the eye's catch to the man - “Am i being held for something'”

“You haven't answered my question” -the man said irritated

“OK.... No, i didn't look at it, why should i? Damn Icarus, this is not the first work I've done for the royal troops you should know better” - He turned his head to the soldiers in front of him and asked - “Can i leave now?”

Icarus nodded to the soldiers who stepped out of the door in the instant - “By the way Lioncourt, feel free to join us for breakfast tomorrow in my house”

L just raised his hand as he walked away. But suddenly stopped, someone was following, he heard slow footsteps behind him, he followed his walk through the hall to the stairs and by the time he was almost at the stairs he felt the presence even closer, he made a quick halt and in a circular move made a fast draw of hist sword and turned around, he stopped the sword right on time, a young waitress had been walking behind him, and he had almost beheaded her with his sword, he sighed in relief as he sheathed his sword - “Girl, if you ever do that again i wont assure you'll walk out of it” - the frightened girl nodded scared and walked down the stairs in a hurry - “Damn i have to relax, these walls are safe, at least for tonight” - he though to himself, but suddenly an overwhelming presence took over his senses, he could feel this strength moving within the castle, he had never felt anything like that before, whatever it was it was powerful.... and had a fiery blood lust

[Edward Elric]

Name: Snake
Age:30
Sex:male
Race:Human
Eyes:Hazel
Height:6'1"
Hair:messy, unkempt brown hair

Outfit: Green armor, plate leggings, and a small helmet

Job: rebel
Weapons: Two daggers, one in each hand, and small throwing knives

History: There is none, for he lost his memory a while ago, and was picked up by the rebels against the king
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Snake sneaked into the dungeon and started to search for his objective. "He has to be in one of these cells. If i don't get to him quick, he might escape and it would make it that much harder to find him."

He kept running through the cells, looking for the man, until he found one with rath and raven in it. "Rath, is that you? I've been looking for you forever. My name is Snake. The rebellion wants your help against the king. If you do, i can help you get out of the castle and to our headquarters."

The idea of being set free without having to be nice greatly intrigued Rath. He looked Snake over, examining his equipment and raised an eyebrow, "Your with the rebellion? Heh, since when do they hire mercs? They that desperate now?" his eyes narrowed as he stared at Snake, "Wait a second, your not a merc. Not even merc.s would wear armor on a stealth mission. If they could even afford it. . .How the hell did you get past the guards anyway?" Rath shook his head in disappointment in himself, "I guess this isn't the place for small talk, huh? Get me out of here and take me to the rebellion base. I'll see what their terms are, and maybe I'll work for them. Surely freedom isn't the only thing they will offer," his eyes flashed mischieviously, "I'm sure they know I don't work for free."

[Quistis]

Raven was on her way to releasing Rath when a stranger appeared. Startled at first, Raven realized that the man knew Rath and was on his side. The two talked briefly about a rebellion.

Raven shrugged her shoulders and proceeded to unlock the cell with the same twig.

"Since your friend here is gonna help you Mr. Nice Guy, I'm just gonna leave you two and I'll be on my way before the guards arrive." she said as she walked past Snake and disappeared into the darkness.

Not much is known about the woman called Raven. Her motives were her own. She was captured while sneaking into the castle and was questioned briefly. When they couldn't get any answers from her they locked her in the dungeon , threatening to behead her if she won't give them answers by sunlight. Obviously, that's not gonna happen anymore.

She finally managed to get to the main halls of the castle. Sneaky as she was, she still needed some sort of a disguise to get around. She could not risk getting caught the second time.

Finding an innocent waitress doing her usual rounds, Raven thought that it would be a good disguise for her. Sneaking behind the innocent girl, the strange tattoo around her left arm glowed and formed a small dagger. In a blink of an eye, she thrusted it on the waitress' throat without any hesitation. No blood came out from her neck. She looked like she was just sleeping.

I am sorry for this. But there's still so much more going on over here. Raven thought as she gently dragged her body behind the huge curtain and exchanged their clothes. Seconds later she went out and walked as if nothing happened.

[Lover Boy]

(OOC:You'll get your bio. Later.)

He was a little nervous. He knew this duke fellow was a real ass, and he most certainly bombed the show.

Mitch was a comedian. He was hired by the Maitre' D of the place who saw him in a bar and thought he was funny. And so, Mitch was hired. He did his gig for the duke and his friends..... it did not go over well. He was being escorted off the premises with 40% of the amount he was promised. Not a complete waste of the night, he was only half done with his set anyhow.

The Maitre D' caught a waitress halfway to the "castle" walls, and relieved her for the night. Her nametag read Melissa. The now-snooty Maitre half-heartingly wished them a good night, and slammed the doors shut.

Mitch pulled out a cigarette and lit it, blowing smoke into the night air. He stopped Melissa as she started off.

"So what's your name?"
The girl didn't meet his eyes. She pointed to her nametag, and started off again.
"Bullshit."
She stopped. She turned to him and looked at him inquisitively, a little intrigued.
"You're not Melissa. I saw Melissa on the way in, and you are not her."
She reached for her blade, very slowly.
"Let me come along with you tonight."
"What?"
"Yeah..... Instead of letting the cat out of the bag about you not being Melissa, and you let me accompany you around tonight."
"And why would you want to do this?" She let a faint smile free, which was quickly stifled.
"Im a comedian, that's what I do. You seem like good material. Also, you're quite attractive. If I play my cards right, be extra charming, I might have a chance to bed you tonight."
"You're a pervert. No deal."
"Sure? I'm a comedian. I'm funny. Good to have around. And besides, I just got a bit of money. You could always kill me and rob me later."

Mitch shifted his weight, and inhaled on his death-stick.

"Well? And besides, what's your name? Still haven't told me....."

[Quistis]

"I could have killed you by now. But since you know the way around here...I assume..I will keep you alive. Call me Raven" she said her purple eyes looking straight at the comedian as she moved her blade down to his side so it wouldnt be seen so easily.

"Raven, what a nice name. I am Mitch at your service." he said to her giving back a mischievous grin.

"Do you know where exactly the king's office is?" Raven asked without even acknowledging Mitch's introduction.

"I dont think the King would ever hire me to do a comedy act in his private office..that would be a little....disturbing."

"Very well then...I guess I dont have any use for you anymore." she said grinning and pushing the blade a little harder against his side.

"Okay, okay. I will help you find it. You have to pay me back later."

"I don't owe you anything." Raven said as they proceeded to find the King's office.

"And by the way, I just had a name change...call me Melissa."

Snake brought Rath to a small cell that was holding Rath's precious weapons. Rath retrieved his equipment, glad to have his companions back at his sides, he followed Snake out a secret passageway leading from the dungeons to a few yards away from the outer wall of the city. It was early morning now, the sun barely lining the eastern horizon. Birds from the Vayen Forest began to chirp as the crickets ceased their night serenade.
Glad to be free of the dark, dank cell, Rath took a deep breath of fresh, crisp air.
Snake continued to lead as they traced the outer wall to another hidden tunnel. This one led them to the Rebellion's Hideout.
Upon exiting the tunnel, Rath studied his surroundings carefully.
They were in a large room full of crates, and barrels from stolen shipments
Rath marveled at their strategy. For the crates and barrels weren't the stolen shipments, they were all concealed weapons and defenses. The real shipment room was right next to it, through a doorway Rath followed Snake through. They passed through another door, this one lead to a long hallway. A few Rebellion members walked through the hallway, busy with some sort of assignments.
Snake led Rath to a large door at the end of the hallway. The door opened into what seemed like a strategy room. There was a large table in the center of the room with piles of papers and maps.
As Snake entered, a man approached them. He was bald and had almond shaped dark brown eyes. He was taller than Rath and his ears were pointed. He was an elf.
He nodded to Snake, who then saluted the man and exited the room.
"Hello, Rath, it is a great pleasure to finally meet someone as skilled as you. I am Durn'Ith, leader of the Rebellion."
"How do you know my name? I am known as Shadow here. So far, no one has traced me back to my past," Rath replied, coldly.
Durn'Ith chuckled slightly, "The Rebellion has many resources. But don't worry, Shadow, your name has remained in this compound."
Rath nodded, "Good, now what about this help you needed?"
Durn'Ith nodded,"Yes, yes of course. We know you have failed your attempt to assassinate the king. We also know that won't stop you from trying again. We have a plan to finish your attempt. We will need you to make it work though."
Rath regarded Durn'Ith cooly,"What's in it for me?"
Durn'Ith chuckled,"Well, you will personally execute the king. Also, the entire Rebellion will be in your debt. Whatever you desire, we will do our best to obtain it."
Rath thought it over for a few moments then nodded,"Alright, what do I need to do?"