First off, I'm an Assassin, my name, is Rose. Simple, you'd think so. No, being an Assassin is never easy, or simple. It is hard, you break your bones, rip families apart, leave your own family, never get to know the true meaning of love. Because our hearts are hearts of steel. We witness the death of our family members to harden our hearts for the long journey ahead. We may not cry, back down, give in or give up. Or we, ourselves, will be Assassinated. My story begins when I was only 5 years old, I had known as soon as I was born that I would become an Assassin. One that was meant to be an Assassin, the ultimate weapon against the good. Yes, that's right, I am an Assassin of the Evil. Do I want to be, maybe, but that's none of your concern...
Rose:
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Main Weapon:
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2nd Weapon:
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