The Sentinel stayed up late into the night planing, scheming, and reading. Today had been... strange, to say the least. The Sentinel stayed up very very late. The butler found him slumped over papers drooling on his desk. The Candle was lit illuminating the countless police reports, newspapers...
The Sentinel nodded, "My pleasure. Remember, these arrangements are predicated upon our agreement, fail, or betray, it all goes away." The Sentinel walked off a little bit and grabbed his butler as he walked.
He leaned in closer to his butler, "I want you to monitor her and have someone watch...
The Sentinel lit the flames and watched calmly as the house burned for a moment, he then turned around and started walking away, "Let's go."
The Sentinel lead her through alleys backstreets and twisting roads going through increasingly fancier houses as they went. Eventually they appeared at...
Appearance:
Height: 5'6
Name: Isabelle Grenson
Age: 1461
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Circle of magic: The Dark Rose Church
Equipment:
Cloak of Passion: The cloak has two sides. A black side that she wears most of the time. It can release billows off smoke that she can use in various...
Baited and hooked. She was in. The Sentinel could not restrain a massive grin spreading a cross his face. This was going to be a fruitful and prosperous partnership. The Sentinle listened to her words and looked around at her house. He had to remove all evidence of her existence. He looked at...
The Sentinel cautiously thought over his next words, "To put it simply, I'll be a massive benefit to you and your rebels regardless of my alterior motives. You get to keep your role of killing dirty scum politicians, and this helps me advance in status, which will help the rebellion's plans, do...
The Sentinel smugly grinned and sheathed his sword. He considered the question for a moment, "A mutually beneficial collaboration." He thought for another moment or two. His mind was flying through options of what to say and do. Finally he said, "I want us to do favors. I provide info, you kill...
Her increased attacks made it harder to block than before. He was able to lift his sword in time to block but the attack was harder, faster, and stronger than before. With more difficultythan before and only due to a solid stance he blocked the blow. The clang of the swords rung through the air...
The jab was successful, in his attempt to dodge the injury wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been, but the blade found its mark. Warm blood now trickled down his leg as she reared back in a fighting stance. Only taking a fraction of a second to recover, he got in a sword fighting stance...
It had worked perfectly! With a smug grin The Sentinel approached in a fighting stance. Maybe this assassin wasn't as challenging as he thought. He walked towards her calmly. It was just so easy. Too easy. The Sentinel felt uneasy all of the sudden.
He kept walking and pushed down his thoughts...
The Sentinel, realizing his mistake, grabbed a nearby candle and, while running to block her path, threw the candle as hard as he good straight towards her head. If he didn't stop her now she might get away. That would change the plans greatly. If she successfully started to pull away, he might...
The Sentinel wasn't to surprised he hit her, but was surprised at how she transferred the hit into perfect escape towards a nearby room. He made sure to keep observing as she transformed more into her true form. He chuckled to himself and thought I guess all cats really do land on their feet...
The Sentinel was taken aback by the speed of the movement and only barely gave ground. He lifted his arm and her glass shard shattered against his stone arm. With haste the Sentinel tried to sweep her legs out from underneath her. If she was any good, he wanted to know, was she even worth...
The Sentinel smirked at how nonchalant she was. He calm and sweetness almost gave her away. The flicker in her orange eyes intrigued him, she was most likely hiding something. He tilted his head and calmly stated, "After killing the councilman, you cleaned up almost all traces of yourself...
Jicu Willden
"Pain is weakness leaving the body. That's why I like feeling pain, because I don't like weakness."
(Before and After Joining the Circus.)
Role: Performer, Professional in Pain
Appearance: Jicu is long and skinny standing 6'1 and only weighing 140 pounds. He has black...
Appearance: Deadlock looks like a very skinny ghastly man with over grown chaotic black hair and dark green bloodshot eyes. His eyes are very round making it uncomfortable when he stares at you and his skin is a dark mud colored brown. His skin looks like its melting sometimes when he is using...