❝ησтнιηg ιs тяυε, εvεяyтнιηg ιs ρεямιттε∂.❞ Assassin's Creed 1 Modern Day

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    ❝ησтнιηg ιs тяυε, εvεяyтнιηg ιs ρεямιттε∂.❞
    Welcome to Assassin's Creed 1, modernized!
    The assassins have returned to Al Masyaf, raising their young and their families in the home of their ancestors. Yes, Al Masayf still stands, but, this time, the descendants are here in the ancient fortress. Many snares and toils, traps and problems lay ahead but together, the Brotherhood will rebuild itself and overthrow Abstergo! Some select few descendents will have inherited their ancestor's skills and the rarest of all skills, Eagle Vision! Life will be difficult for these few, not only is Abstergo hunting them down but so it seems are their ancestors. Some even fewer of these mentioned, can see the ghosts of their ancestors and can look back into the past, ancient or recent. Assassins of all kinds are welcomed here, regardless the age or the gender, or even skin tone or language.


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    PLEASE IGNORE THE LINES CROSSING OUT PART OF THE FORUM, ITS STILL PART OF THE FORUM, THERE IS A CODING PROBLEM, BECAUSE THERE IS NO STRIKETHROUGH COMMAND))

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    Sure.))
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    Chara 1


    Chara 2

    “Virtue - You don't need a reason to help people.”


    “Regrettable... I thought your soul would be perfect for a new angel of death..."-Garland


    "I AM the new angel of death! Yours!!!”-Zidane


    [size=10]IC:


    OOC:Name(first and last) - One-X Majik


    Age - 23


    Gender - Male


    Nationality - O_O It's totally not(is) Japan


    Looks - Has maroon eyes


    Personality - One is a compassionate soul who blah blah blah you know that part, (XD) Serious when necessary for important missions that require NO compassion.


    Weapons - Mortal Sword (Of course), Ivory and Ebony (Two pistols) and two hidden blades!


    Rank - Master Assassin


    Family(children/spouse) - None


    Roots(parents/siblings/grandparents) - Anjus(Evil father) Seraphina(Dead mother)


    Is(are) this(these) assassin(s) related to any of the ancient assassins? - A distant relation to Connor (AC3)
    Specific Skills(for the special few) - Uh...I don't get it O_O oh but he does have Eagle Vision.


    Can this(these) character(s) see ghosts(doesn't have to be one of the select few)? - Yes! Very much so...


    Other - Hi?


    Theme Song - One X by Three Days Grace


    Assassin Outfit - The outfit XD but the person XD
    [img width=361 height=510]http://i.imgur.com/pFuJn.jpg[/img]

    Zidane and Dagger

    [size=12][color=brown]“I... am merely a vessel... For what purpose was I given life...? Should I even exist...?”

    All three are accepted! I figured out how to cosplay AC1 modern day! White hoodie, either white or brown jeans/pants and a red sash with broad brown belt. See, I am smart XD))


    Start rping when you wish.))


    Mark lifted his head, "Yes Malik? What can I help you with?" He rumbled, turning and rubbing his neck where scars from the dijinn's claws had ripped his skin. Malik winced and he sighed, "It's not your fault Habidio, I attacked it when it tried to kill you." "I came to ask, is there anything that we need from the desert?" "More metal for the blades, and maybe more silk from the merchants. I can send a novice out just as easily, your a Master Assassin, not an errand-runner." Mark replied, putting his palm to Malik's head in a gesture, "Malik, you just got back from a mission, rest."


    Just doing 3rd for this post, the rest will be 1st.))
    Bad Ezio, your too young looking for that armor, your still too young! *smacks head*))

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    I walked around, wondering where they were. "Mark? Malik?"
    Katrina was with me

    I swung down, black robes fluttering behind me. I smiled at both females, "Anything we can do?" Malik nearly landed on top of me, actually landing on my shoulders.

    I laughed. "Yeah. We were told you could help us. The guards are after us. They think we killed the king's wife."

    My eyes widened, "Dear Allah, you brought them to the fortress?!" I said in exclamation. I cursed as I heard a guard yell Assassin as he ran down the hall. I ran towards him, ejecting both hidden blades, slicing his throat open, running st the second guard. Malik shadowed me, releasing a bolt from his Phantom Bow.

    "Don't trust them" I replied, ducking and punching. The snarl I made sounded unhuman, my teeth bared as I fought through the guards. I broke off, running through the fortress, the guards hot on my tail. I bolted, running down the main stairs and out the front, dodging through the high and lower village. I ran from the entirety of Al Masyaf, pounding down the dirt trail. I dodged to the drop off on my right, swinging down and held onto a ledge, the guards were unable to stop running in time, careening off onto the ground far below. All of them fell to their death save for the one Templar that was with the guards. I hauled myself up, finding my back to one of the large boulders, teeth bared like a wild animal. His hands were on my robes but he had lost blood and was weak, a terrible kill in all but he was the enemy and he knew the place of our fortress. I kicked his legs out from under him, plunging my blade into his exposed throat, firing my gun into his head. I looted the body for what goods or plans it may carry. After looting him, I threw the body off the cliff. I returned to Al Masyaf, wiping off the blood from my face, his blood had sprayed across my face.


    Malik had waited, knowing that I could handle it on my own. He looked at me with worry, "Who's blood?" "The Templar's." I replied stiffly.

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    "Don't trust the guards to not sneakiky follow you. Malik and I both know that first hand. They are all dead. Tell me, what the hell happened with your mission?!" I struggled with the rage I had felt dealing with the damn Templar. Malik put his hand on my shoulder, "Stop it Altaïr, leave Mark alone." He rumbled, knowing that Altaïr was possessing me.


    Shhor, forgot to mention, swearing is fine!))

    I fought out of the possession, shaking my head. Malik opened his mouth to test me and I snapped, "Malik, STFU." It worked well, he did shut up. I straightened, my back cracking loudly, "Allah I'm getting old." I grumbled, turning to face Scarlett and Kat, "You said something about the king's wife."

    "Who killed her? I don't believe that she was the target girls. The target was the king, he is aiding the Templars with his men and promised them his daughter in fair payment. " I say, walking along towards the Master's part of the fortress, sinking into the chair at the desk.