Posts by TheBaconater66

Name: Cameron Bennett
Race: Human
Age: 27
History: Born in the country of Angallia, he hails to the guild of The Black Roses as an assassin. He was raised there, and finds that his fellow assassins are his family. The Black Roses signature is that after every kill they leave a black rose with their victim, which has made them well known. He personally traveled to all four countries on missions, but says that the other countries don't 'hold a rose' to his beloved Angallia. Usually goes undercover as a bard, for he has a good singing voice.
Personality: Cameron is an extrovert, sly, deceptive, seductive, and shows no remorse for any of his murders. He walks quietly, talks loudly, and never takes anything seriously. Does not mind disguising himself as a woman, and is quite open when it comes to sexuality.
Description: He has tan skin with dark curly hair that is cut above his shoulders with dark brown eyes. He usually wears black leather under a dark cloak, but does enjoy changing outfits to correspond with whatever role he is playing in an assassination. He is around 5"8-9 and is lean built.

DumbApple wrote:

Baconator is my sister, im not sure she counts has people

It's Baconater and 'as' not 'has'.

DumbApple wrote:

Glad you like her, some one has too. lol

Someone is one word. TROLOLOLOLOLOL

Alright I'm done being a grammar nazi. Let's RP!

Cameron ran as he felt adrenaline pulse through his veins. He had poisoned a politician here, and needed to get away from the scene of the crime; his best bet was to be casual, but he loved the feeling of running from the law. No one was chasing him, no one knew what he did. 'I must look silly,' he thought to himself, but he didn't care. He kept running, and accidentally bumped into a young looking knight, falling back as he was smaller than the knight-ish boy.

dumbapple is at work until 1:00am central, but she told me to accept this so it's accepted!

umm I saw that this rp is open even though it's started so I could I join? I would like to Ironman's kid...

He will develop a problem with Nathan as the leader, but will cooperate to avenge his father.

Cameron squinted his eyes at the boy. What a rude boy, and calling him an Angallian, even though true, was still rude.
" I'll go where I please, young Bastullan."

Cameron leaned against the doorway with a frown.
"Nathan...lovely seeing you again, may I ask why you're going through my father's things?" he said not hiding his contempt.

Cameron frowned as he brushed the dust off of himself. Bastullans were naturally intimidated by the superior kingdom, but they could've at least taught their children common manners. Nevertheless, he needed to leave town and began to walk the same direction towards the main road.

Cameron's eyes grew in disbelief.
"No..he would've....,"he seemed speechless. "He..he couldn't have, Rodgers! He would've sent a message, he would've left something...," he mumbled as he went through some handheld computer that he had made for himself.

"I know the roads, young man," he spat out. "And why would I be in a hurry?"

Cameron put the handheld up, his eyes misty for a moment. He swallowed loudly and stared at the ground for a moment.
"Nothing...he left nothing." He looked up at Nathan and then to Amaranth. "And you would do nothing to avenge your mother..?" He shook his head.

Cameron turned from her and glared at Nathan. "We can't let her go, Rodgers. Don't you understand, if our parents couldn't defeat Loki how do we have a prayer if we don't have everyone?"

This boy was beyond rude. He just wouldn't let it go. "Well some people actually enjoy exercise..." he mumbled to himself as he walked towards the main road.

Cameron began pacing around the room. "Rodgers, you out of all people should know how important it is to recruit all the help we can get. Our parents made a mistake, we need to figure out what it was and how to fix it. Then we improve that method."He turned to Amaranth. "That's how we'll beat him."

Cameron couldn't help but let out a chuckle. That boy should not, if any side path, have chosen that one. It led to a dead end and had various overgrowth and bandit camps in the area. He was not even native yet he knew this much.

Cameron seemed satisfied. "Glad to see a change of heart." He turned to Nathan. "Now was that so hard Rodgers?"

"And I have been working on my own suit, for your information," he hissed at Nathan.