Assassiinx
The destroyer of werlds~
Hello, names Sinny, call me anything really ^^
I'm an avid role player at a lit-adv lit level with some trouble on punctuation. I'm looking for a partner who is up to have some fun in this rp and hopefully create something awesome.
Hit me up in the forum or in a pm, thanks for reading ^^ Have a good day
Uhm here is a sample of my usual work
And here is the prompt to the Guardian Rp ^^
Basis of the story, female around the age of 18-28 awakens to find herself within the midst of a rather grandiose battle. Her placement is anything but opportune, just beside her another of the thousands warring has been cut down, drenching her in blood. This concealed her if momentarily in the dead beneath the countless legions of soldiers.
As she is frozen another several soldiers fall around and ultimately atop her, burying her beneath a pile of death. This, would be her first memory before an exhaust she can neither contain nor control eclipses her vision. Sending her into another deep seated slumber.
In this slumber she plunged into what one could describe as a never ending plateau covered in beauty. From flowers in bloom to grass greener than any she may have seen before. Within this scenery she is seated. Her eyes forced to look upon a singular man. A man whose every feature is covered by a darkened shadow. A man who towers over her, covered in decayed robes. At first she is stunned, and then instantly her body recoils, granting her distance. Distance and questioning eyes as the figure remained still.
” M…Nam….s.. Tem....br...is” His voice was distorted as if something were interfering with it as if something within her dream was ensuring he was difficult to understand. Still it was evident that his voice was calm. ”You” He paused, his head shaking slightly. Followed by a vigorous clearing of his throat, its hoarse rattling loud enough to startle what littler wildlife had been surrounding them.
”My name, call it, call it loudly when you awaken or you’ll d…” His voice cut off and his body began to fade. Quickly he became transparent, vanishing and with his vanishing she was forced to awaken.
She was still beneath the first of the soldiers which had fallen, blood had dried and crusted on her features, above the sound of soldiers could be heard. They spoke with relaxed voices, voices followed by the unfamiliar sounds of sharpened blades digging through skin, blades ending what life may have remained within their now slain foes. Their blades only drew closer as they spoke, their path evident, the blades they were plunging quickly growing closer to her.
Would she call his name…or die?
In the beginning it’ll etch out a bit slowly. But her relationship with the mystery man will be partially revealed and following it the mystery of where she is and how she got there will become the primary story.. also even if she can go back. Whatever works for me really I’ve got some good developments/ideas and hope you do too, also I’m pretty literate and would like it if we match!
I'm an avid role player at a lit-adv lit level with some trouble on punctuation. I'm looking for a partner who is up to have some fun in this rp and hopefully create something awesome.
Hit me up in the forum or in a pm, thanks for reading ^^ Have a good day
Uhm here is a sample of my usual work
Shadows, eternal, inescapable, and most importantly despite the brightest of lights they were ever present. A particular denizen had not only been fascinated by such things but had without a doubt gone through a transformation to emulate one. A shadow without the necessities of humanity. A shadow without the features of humanity and most importantly a shadow capable of changing itself at any desired interval.
Now of course this shadow had found purpose, some years ago it had taken to a side. A side set upon overthrowing the ruler of this perplexingly enjoyable maze. Well at least that’s how he perceived it. For all he knew the leader wished to simply free the denizens. It was all too irrelevant. His purpose was simply being as they had wished. A form of resistance, why they had wished for him to join was unimportant. Whether the self-designated captain could control him all unimportant, the only thing he found interesting was the gathering of information. Then on the off chance his information was on one creature of exceptional interest he would do anything within power to persuade their affiliation.
As of late Griffith found there to be nothing other than Denizens of age moving about once more. Their profiles open within his mind and every piece of history he had regarding them flashing through a selective process. A process which would decipher which of the Denizens he would be off to attempt to recruit.
Though during this process he was in no way stagnant, no rather he was mobile. His body changed and a countless number of him separated from its usual self. One of Griffiths favored forms in these instances came as a countless array of ravens, in total there were twenty of him within the maze at a time. Each of the could be retracted given the correct command and none of them gave off an aura the other Denizens would find distinguishable. This gave the shadow of a man further capability to keep both tabs and eyes ever present.
Now while his nineteen separate selves flew past several different creature's a mere four had found and begun to watch the others. Perched and shifting their forms, matching the area and becoming one with the scenery around the others. From Lauber and Jesters farce to Dalla and Alyssas curious interactions. All of them were potential interests. The Jester an uncontrolled force, one no matter how untouchable Griffith wished to obtain. If only to prevent an engagement of fists. Of the Denizens he considered threatening the list could never truly be measured. Though it could, and was written, in order of age, a method he decided upon considering the differences in knowledge the elders may be aware of. Of them though, Maldrek was most interesting, and impossible to approach. His castle was truly magnificent and unfortunately inaccessible. This made the bastards decisions near absolute if they ended with his victims ensnarement.
Rather dwell upon such intricacies Griffith remained current upon what could be examined. As such he would often keep his primary location within the base of the Resistance. A solitary place he found at times to be quite unappeasing for his interests. Still the company available within was as interesting as the company outside.
Where his list had been made upon age the deciding factor for such a thing was simply the same individual who’d he’d decided to side with.
Kareena, their first run in had been by his desire. Though he noted that no matter how he moved towards the woman she was expectant. In a way none could truly fathom. Whether he approached through trick or trap she seemed unperturbed, but that the same time interested. This eventually after a few years play became a piece of the reason he joined her force. It took him three years to understand her, versus the average half year he spent on others. Her profile was polished, any piece of information she gave or leaked without realizing he would soak up and store. He wanted all of her life to be within his mind, so what better way than to join her?
As always it was that time of day. The time he chose to relay his current viewings, or at least relay what he believed she should be aware of. At these times he was uncertain of whether she believed every word he spoke or even had some information he was unaware of. His title was that of a shadow, and ironically hers was the Seer of all things.
Her place wasn’t difficult to find, he found she enjoyed the porch of all places, her chair he cared little for but the way she sat in it often told him a thing or two.
Carefully he approached, not attempting to hid himself but simply keeping from distracting her of any task she may be performing. His form was of course one of the ravens he’d set out as. Its size that of the average raven, though as he came closer his limbs retracted, body reformed and by the time he’d touched the ground a blob of darkness had begun to reform. Its mass changing as more of him seemed to gather there, though the trick was simply that he was hollow at the moment. A hollow full sized shadow in a way of speaking. His exterior near perfect in every line, curve, and definition it made up.
”Nicole! Its that time o’the day!” His excitement was entirely real. That mixed with his enjoyment in always deciding to call her by her first, middle, last, or even the supposedly clever nicknames he would create. By now he’d been through tens of thousands of them yet his wit was constantly crafting more. Still it was nice to call her by one of her supposedly given names.
”ALRIGHT! here goes the report!” His body moved, straightening his legs and standing at attention, right arm bending at the elbow and reaching his now fisted hand to where a mouth should have been. The sound of a clearing through evident, yet technically absent. ”Several newbies have entered. Rowan, Alyssa, Priscilla, Darius, aaaaaaand Jason! They have been quite active with the current Denizens. As it stands, Priscilla has been taken by Maldrek, the cause came through the Jesters game. The Guardian Lauber attempted to assist the girl as my eyes see it. This has resulted in Guardian and Jesters current ensuing fray. It appears as though Dalamar is interacting with Alyssa which is going on as we speak. Girard seems set upon Nova, while Lucifer’s interest in Cole has caused contact between the two. It also seems as though Aurelia has taken to a game of sorts. Anything of detail figure it out for yourself!” He was quick as he spoke, blunt in his ability to ensure more was certainly available but none of it would be given.
After he spoke, his arm went flat against his side, his heels clicked and his posture became slumped.
”Now, if our report is done, I’d like to get Dalamar, and Alyssa… Either them or go and ruin little Aurelias uninteresting and rather boooring ploy.” He was partially asking and partially informing her of his plans. Though at the same time if she wished him to perform some other task he would certainly take time into his play to assist her.
Now of course this shadow had found purpose, some years ago it had taken to a side. A side set upon overthrowing the ruler of this perplexingly enjoyable maze. Well at least that’s how he perceived it. For all he knew the leader wished to simply free the denizens. It was all too irrelevant. His purpose was simply being as they had wished. A form of resistance, why they had wished for him to join was unimportant. Whether the self-designated captain could control him all unimportant, the only thing he found interesting was the gathering of information. Then on the off chance his information was on one creature of exceptional interest he would do anything within power to persuade their affiliation.
As of late Griffith found there to be nothing other than Denizens of age moving about once more. Their profiles open within his mind and every piece of history he had regarding them flashing through a selective process. A process which would decipher which of the Denizens he would be off to attempt to recruit.
Though during this process he was in no way stagnant, no rather he was mobile. His body changed and a countless number of him separated from its usual self. One of Griffiths favored forms in these instances came as a countless array of ravens, in total there were twenty of him within the maze at a time. Each of the could be retracted given the correct command and none of them gave off an aura the other Denizens would find distinguishable. This gave the shadow of a man further capability to keep both tabs and eyes ever present.
Now while his nineteen separate selves flew past several different creature's a mere four had found and begun to watch the others. Perched and shifting their forms, matching the area and becoming one with the scenery around the others. From Lauber and Jesters farce to Dalla and Alyssas curious interactions. All of them were potential interests. The Jester an uncontrolled force, one no matter how untouchable Griffith wished to obtain. If only to prevent an engagement of fists. Of the Denizens he considered threatening the list could never truly be measured. Though it could, and was written, in order of age, a method he decided upon considering the differences in knowledge the elders may be aware of. Of them though, Maldrek was most interesting, and impossible to approach. His castle was truly magnificent and unfortunately inaccessible. This made the bastards decisions near absolute if they ended with his victims ensnarement.
Rather dwell upon such intricacies Griffith remained current upon what could be examined. As such he would often keep his primary location within the base of the Resistance. A solitary place he found at times to be quite unappeasing for his interests. Still the company available within was as interesting as the company outside.
Where his list had been made upon age the deciding factor for such a thing was simply the same individual who’d he’d decided to side with.
Kareena, their first run in had been by his desire. Though he noted that no matter how he moved towards the woman she was expectant. In a way none could truly fathom. Whether he approached through trick or trap she seemed unperturbed, but that the same time interested. This eventually after a few years play became a piece of the reason he joined her force. It took him three years to understand her, versus the average half year he spent on others. Her profile was polished, any piece of information she gave or leaked without realizing he would soak up and store. He wanted all of her life to be within his mind, so what better way than to join her?
As always it was that time of day. The time he chose to relay his current viewings, or at least relay what he believed she should be aware of. At these times he was uncertain of whether she believed every word he spoke or even had some information he was unaware of. His title was that of a shadow, and ironically hers was the Seer of all things.
Her place wasn’t difficult to find, he found she enjoyed the porch of all places, her chair he cared little for but the way she sat in it often told him a thing or two.
Carefully he approached, not attempting to hid himself but simply keeping from distracting her of any task she may be performing. His form was of course one of the ravens he’d set out as. Its size that of the average raven, though as he came closer his limbs retracted, body reformed and by the time he’d touched the ground a blob of darkness had begun to reform. Its mass changing as more of him seemed to gather there, though the trick was simply that he was hollow at the moment. A hollow full sized shadow in a way of speaking. His exterior near perfect in every line, curve, and definition it made up.
”Nicole! Its that time o’the day!” His excitement was entirely real. That mixed with his enjoyment in always deciding to call her by her first, middle, last, or even the supposedly clever nicknames he would create. By now he’d been through tens of thousands of them yet his wit was constantly crafting more. Still it was nice to call her by one of her supposedly given names.
”ALRIGHT! here goes the report!” His body moved, straightening his legs and standing at attention, right arm bending at the elbow and reaching his now fisted hand to where a mouth should have been. The sound of a clearing through evident, yet technically absent. ”Several newbies have entered. Rowan, Alyssa, Priscilla, Darius, aaaaaaand Jason! They have been quite active with the current Denizens. As it stands, Priscilla has been taken by Maldrek, the cause came through the Jesters game. The Guardian Lauber attempted to assist the girl as my eyes see it. This has resulted in Guardian and Jesters current ensuing fray. It appears as though Dalamar is interacting with Alyssa which is going on as we speak. Girard seems set upon Nova, while Lucifer’s interest in Cole has caused contact between the two. It also seems as though Aurelia has taken to a game of sorts. Anything of detail figure it out for yourself!” He was quick as he spoke, blunt in his ability to ensure more was certainly available but none of it would be given.
After he spoke, his arm went flat against his side, his heels clicked and his posture became slumped.
”Now, if our report is done, I’d like to get Dalamar, and Alyssa… Either them or go and ruin little Aurelias uninteresting and rather boooring ploy.” He was partially asking and partially informing her of his plans. Though at the same time if she wished him to perform some other task he would certainly take time into his play to assist her.
Basis of the story, female around the age of 18-28 awakens to find herself within the midst of a rather grandiose battle. Her placement is anything but opportune, just beside her another of the thousands warring has been cut down, drenching her in blood. This concealed her if momentarily in the dead beneath the countless legions of soldiers.
As she is frozen another several soldiers fall around and ultimately atop her, burying her beneath a pile of death. This, would be her first memory before an exhaust she can neither contain nor control eclipses her vision. Sending her into another deep seated slumber.
In this slumber she plunged into what one could describe as a never ending plateau covered in beauty. From flowers in bloom to grass greener than any she may have seen before. Within this scenery she is seated. Her eyes forced to look upon a singular man. A man whose every feature is covered by a darkened shadow. A man who towers over her, covered in decayed robes. At first she is stunned, and then instantly her body recoils, granting her distance. Distance and questioning eyes as the figure remained still.
” M…Nam….s.. Tem....br...is” His voice was distorted as if something were interfering with it as if something within her dream was ensuring he was difficult to understand. Still it was evident that his voice was calm. ”You” He paused, his head shaking slightly. Followed by a vigorous clearing of his throat, its hoarse rattling loud enough to startle what littler wildlife had been surrounding them.
”My name, call it, call it loudly when you awaken or you’ll d…” His voice cut off and his body began to fade. Quickly he became transparent, vanishing and with his vanishing she was forced to awaken.
She was still beneath the first of the soldiers which had fallen, blood had dried and crusted on her features, above the sound of soldiers could be heard. They spoke with relaxed voices, voices followed by the unfamiliar sounds of sharpened blades digging through skin, blades ending what life may have remained within their now slain foes. Their blades only drew closer as they spoke, their path evident, the blades they were plunging quickly growing closer to her.
Would she call his name…or die?
In the beginning it’ll etch out a bit slowly. But her relationship with the mystery man will be partially revealed and following it the mystery of where she is and how she got there will become the primary story.. also even if she can go back. Whatever works for me really I’ve got some good developments/ideas and hope you do too, also I’m pretty literate and would like it if we match!
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