Posts by FINALSTRIKE

    Eliminate Väla.

    That was his next mission and image how suprised he had been to found out that his former mentor actually was alive. For four months had he believed she was dead and then all of the suddenly he had got this letter telling him to eliminate his former mentor who he had thought had been dead for all of this time. How long had the organization know?. Why they had assign him for this task didn't come as much suprise to him. They wanted to test him and where his loyalty lay. With the assassin how had brought him into the organization when he only had been a child to get trained under her to become a future assassin or if he would pick the organization and kill his former mentor. He knew this was his final test to prove to them once and for all that he was one of them and prepared to do whatever they orded him to do.


    And he wouldn't disappoint them.


    Finalstrike had always done what they had asked of him, full-filling his missions without failure. He had survived through the final test all assassins had do undergo when they where six moons old, but he had got thrown in there when he had been five and all because of the potential he had shown and his amazing skill to adapt and learn. In return of his services he got to live knowing very well what happend to those how disappointed his superiors and so was intelligent enough to know not to ever disappoint them. Väla had actually been the one how had told him that. If he wanted to contunie on to live just needed to make sure to please them to accomplish all tests without failure.


    Former mentor or not, Väla was now nothing more then a target he was suppose to eliminate, a name to get ride of. Thier past relationship no longer matter not when she come inbetween his own life. Kill or be killed. That was the code he lived under and he was going to make sure he always was the survival to never be that weak victim ever again.


    The caracal stood by the border, waiting never having been around this parts before but he had done his research like he always did.


    ~VALE~   Mirror's Edge

    i play leesha and iceshattered ^^


    yeah that works perfectly!, and i like what you have going on there with her name, so like do you want to take this through pm to discuess on thier past relationship with the other and stuff like that?

    Yay i got one!

    Both of your characters would fit very well but since i already have two characters in shadow veil i will have to pass on Adara xD i love her to bites though and she is my whole world <33


    I really like the idea of Finn having known Vale before her memories got wipped because that could create such epic and interesting plots and developments for both of them!. I originally was planning for Finn to be with this assassin organization i not have named yet that which have been running around for a while now there they give code names to thier assassins which is why Finn's name is Finalstrike and you know not have a apprentice name or anything since it's his assassin code name so Finalstrike is not his real name, and his real identity are hidden. If they where apart of the same organization though would you consider Vale to have a code name as well?.


    if not i would be fine to rethink his original plot a bit. In any case i'm so onboard and hyped for this!.

    So Finalstrike here is a assassin, a seven month old assassin how have got trained to be one since he was three months old. So since a early age he have been having a rough time and learned he has to do whatever it is he has to do to survive, it's him or them and he have decided that he is going to survive whatever he has to do at any cost, and since he not knows anything aside from what he have been trained to be have zero clue how a 'normal' life even is. From his point of view being a assassin is all he has, and he thinks sadly that's his role in this world and he is actually very good at it for being so young, intelligent and learns very easily and have a extraordinary ability to adapt.


    Now i need a reason to put this guy in a clan so i can start to roleplay him and figured out why not put him in a clan there his mission is to eliminate someone?. Now this might be interesting, or it could be especially if your character is a wanted one how have many enemies maybe even from the past?. How this works is that one of the organization he works on will send out a messanger to him how will tell him who they want him to kill so Final have no contact with the client personally, he is just the guy how is suppose to fo the dirty job.


    There's no gurante that he will success with his job neither will he kill them straight away since Final tends to wait for the right moment to strike while observing them and learning as much about them as possible to found thier weakness and such before giving the final strike. Now how this will go depands on especially icly interactions, maybe he will go through with it, maybe he will win or lose or he might end up becoming attached to the clan and learn there is more to life then being a assassin, he might even befriend the one he got assign to kill ?.


    Yeah, as you can see there is alot of different routes for this and honestly this plot is mainly to help me to start roleplaying this guy and put him in some clan. Any clans is fine by the way aside from shadow veil,the cartel,painted brigade and the exiles.

    random person yelled on top of his lungs which soon followed with three other people running out from one of the rooms in the big manison wearing a pale look like they just had seen a ghost before disappearing as far thier legs could carry them. The male had not been complete wrong actually or the panic they had experience inside that room. Of what they could not see it was only making sense to flee the field if facing something they not could fight back against. What had happend though for all three of them to leave the room was all discovered if just steping inside the same room the three had escaped from.


    Inside of there were a jar of candy floating in the air all so magically. However, that was just how it looked like for a person with the normal sight of eye, to not see any longer then the life of a beating heart and life form. For those how had got gifted to see far more then what a normal eye could see was not foolish themself to see a kitsune floating up there in the air while mumsing happily on each of the candy this male had stolen without any shame inside of the body. His form unlike most ghost (because yes he was a ghost or at least dead) was not sparkling with stars like the cats that lived in the stars of the religion pro-clans often believed in. Neither was he in the form of invinsibility to look right through him but had a perfectly good sight over his whole so called 'being' or form whatever mortals this days used to call a ghost figure. The way he looked was like a black shadow, some even could sense the darkness coming out from it, this cold empty aura that lacked any sort of touch to this world or even liked it belonged here. At times the being itself even glitched, but that was only when this being was unstable which not was the case right now. So the glitching was under control for the time being.


    Inside of there were a jar of candy floating in the air all so magically. However, that was just how it looked like for a person with the normal sight of eye, to not see any longer then the life of a beating heart and life form. For those how had got gifted to see far more then what a normal eye could see was not foolish themself to see a kitsune floating up there in the air while mumsing happily on each of the candy this male had stolen without any shame inside of the body. His form unlike most ghost (because yes he was a ghost or at least dead) was not sparkling with stars like the cats that lived in the stars of the religion pro-clans often believed in. Neither was he in the form of invinsibility to look right through him but had a perfectly good sight over his whole so called 'being' or form whatever mortals this days used to call a ghost figure. The way he looked was like a black shadow, some even could sense the darkness coming out from it, this cold empty aura that lacked any sort of touch to this world or even liked it belonged here. At times the being itself even glitched, but that was only when this being was unstable which not was the case right now. So the glitching was under control for the time being

    He had done it. He had finally done it. After months of planning, plotting, sucking up to them he had finally showed them all and get to taste the sweet revenge on his tounge. Wild thoughts circled the beauceron's mind while walking through the forest with a muzzle covered it dried up blood and he could still taste the blood on the tounge. It was now all but memories that got cherished inside as he still could hear all of thier voices screaming inside of his head, pleading him to stop. It had been pleasing to his ears so why?. Why wasn't he satisfied for?.


    No, the anger and hatred inside of his tainted heart hadn't vanished like he thought it would have. Jairo could still see them, hear them. The revenge hadn't get ride of this agony inside of his chest only feeding it on. Anger was still laying like a thick blanket inside of him, a hidden storm, a bomb that waited to explode once more....Jairo had expected it all to go away but it hadn't. He was still angry and wanted the world to pay, all of them to get a taste on how cruel life truly could be. That was what he stood for now, all that seemed to matter for him because if he couldn't get ride of this feeling inside of him then so be it. He would simple release it upon the world.


    The beauceron stopt right by the Exiles border and lowered down his muzzle to sniff on the ground. It had been a long journey to get himself here so he was admittedly pleased that he had found the right place. Jairo had heared about the clans, the Exiles specifically and it was because of this rumors that had lead him here. A group how hated the world. Seemed to fit him perfectly because there was no way he was going to go back. There was nothing left for him back home, there was no home anymore. It had all got taken and ript away from him so now he was going to be the one how ript apart others homes and families.


    There would be no mercy from him

    Well this looked like it could become interesting. Jairo was not all to familliar with clan matters being quite new to it all so saw an opportunity to learn more and if anything some sort of conflict might get started here. If Barghest only gave them orders for it the beauceron would loved to have ript this canine apart, to rip his wings of and leave him there all damage below him. This far it seemed to all be a peaceful encounter even if he did could sense tension in the air polite fancy words was being shared in the air so he supposed attacking was not the first thing he should do. Instead he waited around in the background to listen in and grow wiser he supposed.

    Jairo had just joined and it seemed to have been on a rather interesting time as well. He had never seen a creature such like this one before. It was huge at least in compare to himself and he looked like a monster coming straight out from a nightmare. It was not a opponent you would pick if you could choose and neither was this his battle to fight so it would make total sense if he decided to turn the other way around. However now so didn't seemed to be the case here. Jairo here was not like he used to have been and in fact he had been waiting for something like this to happen,a reason to fight to tear into flesh and bones, anyone would do. He didn't care who it was, big or small, weak or strong. All he wanted was to rip apart lives, to ruin others lives to release this anger inside of him that had made it's home inside of his own heart.


    He didn't cared if he won, he didn't cared if he lost. He didn't cared if he died.


    When it come down to it that was what he wanted. To fight until he no longer could and someone would free him from this cursed world he was living in. But until that day would come he just wanted to give others the same medicin they had given to him, to destroy and ruin others lives because he was angry and he had no other way to know how to cooperate with it and neither did he want to. He would contunie on to spreed his oleander flowers until someone stopt him.


    So he joined his leader, charging forward as he jumped up on the beasts back and attempted to sink down his teeths right between the hollows shoulder blade to sink in deep into the others flesh to grip a tight hold on him.


    " Do you have some job for me as well?." It was better then doing nothing in his opinion but he hoped it wouldn't be anything to silly. He prefered job that actually mattered or had some sort of use. He was not this social type even if he could attempt for some small chats he prefered alot more to be for himself for more then one reason.

    " That's a valued point." He would agree thinking it made sense of what the fox was telling him. The most terrifying man was those you didn't expect to be. In a way that had been the case with himself. They hadn't expected for him to do what he had done, not knowing he was capable of such destruction. It had taken all of them by suprise which was a good tool to use to his own advantage which he had done. " A wolf in sheeps clothing, i can get used to that. "


    A third face and this one was bigger even them himself. A lion?. He had actually never come face to face with one before so thier size was something of a first time for him. The way he spoked though sounded a bit sad. Even Jairo's expression changed a bit to almost frowing at the matter in itself. " Yeah...but everyone can change all it needs is one real bad day..." he would almost mumble this words, briefly distracted as he thought back on his more happy days before it all had got taken away from him. It was not memories he wanted to think back on, not now in front of this people because it would only make this growing anger rise inside of him again. So he cut himself of from this thoughts entierly.


    " Huh?, where you just telling me i need a bath?." It was a joke not quite caring over how he looked neither did he cared to make a good first impression to this people. Jairo had never truly got manners to begin with, something he had got nagged on alot in the past for. A small grin creept itself over the beauceron's lips, attempting to lightly tease the fox, well Mulder now. A name on this fox-looking face." But yeah since you haven't manged to get on my nervs this far i guess i can say it's nice to meet you as well Mulder,Cory and.."


    His gaze went back to the boy with the pretty face now as his name got introduced to him. Roseus. A other name he might bother himself to remember. Jairo believed it was better to pick a group to hang around with just for the benefit of sakes and that it often was better to be in a group then to be a loner. If he now was going to live here staying on this people good side seemed to be the better way to go if wanting to live around here in peace, if now peace was the right way to use consider what he was planning to do. To clarify it, it was better to pretend to be friends to have less enemies so his attention could get focused elsewhere.


    Jairo did not pick up on Roseus flirtatious invitation maybe because that had never been one of his strong traits to begin with. Flirting had always seemed to be a bit of a blurry mess for him, the times he had tried when being younger, a teenage in the middle of his puberty, well, lets just say it hadn't gone smoothly and neither something he liked to think back on and had since then decided to never humilate himself in a such matter ever again. " I flattered you?. Well, uhm, good for you i guess?." What was he even suppose to say to that?. He didn't believed his comment would lead to this. He felt like this pretty boy might be a bit difficult to handle not used with people like him to be completely honest about it. " If you want to be called for Ro i will call you that then." Because why not?. It would be easier to remember his name that way.


    " No, i don't have any questions at the moment really or are in need of anything. I think i will found myself around here quite well all by myself." He prefered that anyway. Wanting to just found his own place and be all for himself for the rest of the day while mourning over days he never could return back to.

    How different people could be. That thought stuck on his mind as his eyes landed on some sort of a canine hybrid how carried himself around with class, like some sort of a dashing prince while himself was standing there with a muzzle covered in dried blood. It wouldn't suprise him if this one not liked to dirty down his pretty fur or thought rather lowly at him right now. Maybe he had right and maybe not but the point still stand. This far the Exiles did not gave him the impression he had got from the rumors. Brutal,criminals, savages. None of this things seemed to fit upon this ones pretty face. A doll how wasn't allowed to get ruin. It could be true that something more hide behind that pretty face of his which might be exactly why he somewhat grow curious but not enough to let it shown across his features as he faced this pretty boy with the sugar sweet words and lovable features. " That's a nice welcoming coming from a group how have such horrible rumors that not even the kids can sleep at nights." he commented, eyebrow rising slightly having to admit he not had expected to get approched in this way. It felt a bit off which told his protective senses to be on his alert. Trust did not come freely from him, rarely giving it out at all.


    " I've come here to join if you got room for one more." he simple contunie on not wasting more time then necessery. He suppose he had to see for himself before making a judgement on this group not like he cared all to much what sort of people this ones was, as long they not got in his way he could live with them at least for the time being. All Jairo cared for right now was to found his next victim to tear his teeths into.


    One more had come to join them and this one did not either look like someone how would intiminate anyone. Foxes could be useful though, most he had meet had been sneaky and clever not to mention deceivious. Foxes was something to look out for. " Jairo. So am i in or am i out?." he pressed the matter a little bit but only because he wasn't the most patient guy.

    He had done it. He had finally done it. After months of planning, plotting, sucking up to them he had finally showed them all and get to taste the sweet revenge on his tounge. Wild thoughts circled the beauceron's mind while walking through the forest with a muzzle covered it dried up blood and he could still taste the blood on the tounge. It was now all but memories that got cherished inside as he still could hear all of thier voices screaming inside of his head, pleading him to stop. It had been pleasing to his ears so why?. Why wasn't he satisfied for?.


    No, the anger and hatred inside of his tainted heart hadn't vanished like he thought it would have. Jairo could still see them, hear them. The revenge hadn't get ride of this agony inside of his chest only feeding it on. Anger was still laying like a thick blanket inside of him, a hidden storm, a bomb that waited to explode once more....Jairo had expected it all to go away but it hadn't. He was still angry and wanted the world to pay, all of them to get a taste on how cruel life truly could be. That was what he stood for now, all that seemed to matter for him because if he couldn't get ride of this feeling inside of him then so be it. He would simple release it upon the world.


    The beauceron stopt right by the Exiles border and lowered down his muzzle to sniff on the ground. It had been a long journey to get himself here so he was admittedly pleased that he had found the right place. Jairo had heared about the clans, the Exiles specifically and it was because of this rumors that had lead him here. A group how hated the world. Seemed to fit him perfectly because there was no way he was going to go back. There was nothing left for him back home, there was no home anymore. It had all got taken and ript away from him so now he was going to be the one how ript apart others homes and families.


    There would be no mercy from him.

    He had done it. He had finally done it. After months of planning, plotting, sucking up to them he had finally showed them all and get to taste the sweet revenge on his tounge. Wild thoughts circled the beauceron's mind while walking through the forest with a muzzle covered it dried up blood and he could still taste the blood on the tounge. It was now all but memories that got cherished inside as he still could hear all of thier voices screaming inside of his head, pleading him to stop. It had been pleasing to his ears so why?. Why wasn't he satisfied for?.


    No, the anger and hatred inside of his tainted heart hadn't vanished like he thought it would have. Jairo could still see them, hear them. The revenge hadn't get ride of this agony inside of his chest only feeding it on. Anger was still laying like a thick blanket inside of him, a hidden storm, a bomb that waited to explode once more....Jairo had expected it all to go away but it hadn't. He was still angry and wanted the world to pay, all of them to get a taste on how cruel life truly could be. That was what he stood for now, all that seemed to matter for him because if he couldn't get ride of this feeling inside of him then so be it. He would simple release it upon the world.


    The beauceron stopt right by the Exiles border and lowered down his muzzle to sniff on the ground. It had been a long journey to get himself here so he was admittedly pleased that he had found the right place. Jairo had heared about the clans, the Exiles specifically and it was because of this rumors that had lead him here. A group how hated the world. Seemed to fit him perfectly because there was no way he was going to go back. There was nothing left for him back home, there was no home anymore. It had all got taken and ript away from him so now he was going to be the one how ript apart others homes and families.


    There would be no mercy from him.

    Yaz have gone through some similliar shit in his childhood like Juno has so if he ever founds out about it he might soften up to him a bit because Yaz is a typical bad guy asshole sociopath serial killer how rather pushes other people away form him by being a complete jerk towards them or kills them then to actually let them in. Yaz feels uncomfortable with others crying in his company though so?? maybe Yaz can found Juno crying and we could go from there?.


    I can make if you want!

    Yazu and Candy actually have stuff to bond over, the difference between them is how they decided to deal with the abuse in thier childhood though. Yaz here is a total jerk and asshole how is secretly a serial killer how is very impulsive and with a horrible temper. He also have major trust and abandoment issues so tends to push people away rather then let them close to him. he smokes and drinks but hates physicial contact in all way and form without his premission, and disrespecting this can result with him beating the shit out of you.


    Not sure what Yaz would fit in here since he is 9 moons old, so still a teenage but i would love for them to maybe become friends sorta?. Yaz will never admit that he cares for her though and might be a asshole towards her at times but he will become possessive over her and beat anyone up how hurts her.

    //TW for hinting towards child sexual harassment


    This piece of garbage. He wished he had given them a more painful death for daring to touch him with thier filthy disgusting paws. At least he got to tear of thier balls before he had watched the light disappear out from thier eyes. Tearing apart the only thing this shitheads seemed to only be thinking about. Sex and booze. Fucking adults he hated them. For to long had he let that gang boss him around acting like they where some smart asses in compare to him but the truth was they wouldn't have survived this long without him. Yazuma had only sticked with them in the first place because he had been rather young when first meeting them so had joined them to use them for safety until he grow older and could stand his own ground. That day had ended up to be today as he had brutally killed the lot of them in the middle of the night, one at the time. Now they would never get to touch him again or gross him out with thier sick disgusting smiles.


    Yazuma pulled down the mask that was covering his mouth so he could spat some of the blood down at the ground not having come out from that fight unharmed. He had some bite marks little here and there, bruises and one of his legs where wounded deep after one of this nasty bites that had teared of skin and flesh and it did not look to be in the best condition. It was warm and swollen, looking like it had got infected. Some fucking luck he had but whatever, it would heal he had convinced himself refusing to let something like a infected bite mark be the end of him. Putting the mask back on though the beauceron keept on limping forward until he found himself in a unfamilliar part of the forest he not had been in before. This whole landscape was new to him. He remembered the gang had mentioned something about that the prey where more fresh around here and that there was alot of clans to steal prey from, the perfect fit for thieves and criminals like the ones he had lived with. Now they would never get to see this part of agrelos though and it served thier rights. Yazuma didn't needed thier lazy and stupied asses. They had done thier part, teaching him what he needed to know so he could take care of himself. So now they could suffer in hell.


    All along he had come here for a different reason in mind though and since he know had seemed to found one of the groups how lived on this island contunie on to march forward in hope that if he got deeper inside someone would found him sooner or later so he could join this lot. Living in packs where always the smartest move at least until his injures had properly healed.

    That slap hurt ten times more inside of his heart when the throbbing pain across his cheek did. In a suprised whine Darius took a step back and reached up a paw to place on the throbbing check, his eyes wide in shook and terror. He had got used to get beaten by now but he had never though Papi would ever do a such thing towards him. It was then the tears come, streaming down his checks as he realised Reiki most be telling the truth. The harsh reality kicked into his skull at a final last. In defeat he lowered down his head and closed his eyes with clenched teeths as this tears was allowed to spill out. Reiki did not wanted him, not even Deathstroke. His own family disown him, why?. All he had ever wanted was to be apart of this family, trying so hard to keep it together. Yes, he know it had been wrong of him to stop searching for Howard allowing love to blind his eyes, to get confused over what was importand. It strike him even worse though to know the rouges had not even asked about his absent.

    No one cared.


    It was then something inside of him snapt.Ever since he had reached six moons something had been wrong with him. Having started to get all of this thoughts, this anger and violence that tried to break itself free. But he had fought back against it, not wanting to give in to this unsettling feeling inside of him since he had feard if letting it lose he would become someone he not would recognize. One step over that line and he could never return back again. But now?. Darius no longer cared so he allowed all of this inside of him to break free to spread like a virus inside of his body and that was then he felt it. This agony and despair turned to rage and all he now wanted was to make all of them pay. He wanted revange for being disown, for being treated the way he had been. If he not could get what he wanted, then he would take everything.


    His sobs stopt, and slowly he lifted up his head and when opening this skyblue eyes they where filled with this new feeling that had woken up inside of him. Rage. " I'm going to make you fucking pay for this, all of you. Just watch me i'm going to rise and thrive and then i will come for you and all Wilsons. I won't stop until i have got a taste of all Wilsons inside my mouth." he growled coldly. He had nothing left to lose so he would use this anger and pain inside of him and use it to become strong and then he would strike all clans. They would fear him. He would take everything.


    Darius then without anymore words turned around to walk out from there to head back to Kazumi since he needed him now. He would get him to train him, to make him become an assassin and a hunter until the day he was strong enough to get his sweet revange served. The only thing he cared for now was destruction.