forum Dark Souls, Black Hearts and Bloody Minds (Closed, Small Group 3/3)
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@False-andrew flash_on

Blood. Dust. Shadows. Darkness.

The four main pillars of the reclusive Assassins Guild, and their motto, "We are but Dust and Shadows," makes them a very notable and feared figure in everyday life for the citizens of the New German Republic, the post-apocalyptic dictatorship ruled by Chase Dreevey. (Info here: https://www.notebook.ai/forum/governments/well-nothing-better-to-do-so-rate-my-government; contains info about Chase and the setting of the world)

Character A (me) and three others are tired of this world, but killing is the only thing they know. So they decide to start a violent coup, quietly hunting down Chase's bodies and killing each, and eliminating his top generals and leaders. They carve a bloody legacy into the history of Chase's dictatorship, a legacy that ends with Chase dead.


  1. Cursing is fine, just don't go overboard!
  2. Be online often; I'm generally online from 2:40 PM CST to anywhere from 10:00 PM CST to 3:30 AM CST.
  3. Occassionally, I'll be on all day but that's rare except for the weekends.
  4. Being powerful is perfectly acceptable here!
  5. Be at least semi-literate. Punctuation at the least so I know when a sentence ends and another starts!
  6. Be kind out of character! I'm pretty understanding when it comes to rudeness, but if I feel that it keeps happening even after I try and help you, I'm not going to roleplay with you. I understand, nowadays life is stressful but don't take it out on me please!
  7. If there's smut, bring it to PMs! (Yes, a deviation from my usual rules 😈) If you're not comfortable with it, I understand!

(I'm sorry the prompt is so short people ;-;)

@Emmrii

(( I love anything to do with assassins. Can I join? I totally understand if no since we already have an rp. xD ))

@Emmrii

Name: Mercy Hayes
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Looks: Mercy stands at around 6’0” and is 137 lbs. She has thick, wavy honey blonde hair with curtain bangs and greenish blue eyes. She tends to like to wear her hair straight, and she will often dress in a more vintage-y style.
Personality: Mercy is a very intelligent woman, and she tends to come off as quiet but cunning. She has a somewhat sarcastic and even dark sense of humor, and she tends to be the voice of reason for many of her friends.
Hobbies: Is a bit of a poet, writer, and artist in her free time, and she also enjoys rock climbing as well as fighting
Likes: Books, the moon, astronomy, candles, etc.
Dislikes: Spiders and Needles; she has a slight prejudice against cyborgs
Talents: Is a good fighter, poet, and rock climbers; she is especially skilled in hand to hand combat

@RhysTheFirebird group

Name: Cyris (with a 's' sound)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Race: Human
Looks: Flame red hair, that's a little shaggy and always in an unkempt style with the looks that he's always running his fingers through his hair. He has amber eyes, that seem to glow in the dark, like a felines. He stands at about 5'10" with a lean body type and corded muscles. He usually wear dark fine clothes that are easy to move around in. He also has whip mark scars all over his back from punishments for running away.
Personality: His mind hearted interior has been scared due to his up bringing, so he tends to have a rough, jaded output. His tone almost always short and snapoy, he tends towards borderline offensive and he has a 'strike first as questions never' attitude. Inside he's kind, and is just super curious, and sometimes the curiosity can be seen when he starts asking lost of questions about things.
Likes: He loves reading and learning, but he does so in a physical maner, preferring to always be moving as well.
Dislikes: Cyris dislikes anyone tell g him what to do and when to do it, but he'll usually do it with out a fuss, but continually doing so will build his dislike for you until he eventually gets enough and the back lash can be dangerous.
Fears: Cyris is irrationally afraid of silence. The kind of silence with no background sound at all. If you put him in a sound proof room, he would have a full blown panic attack and do anything to get out.
Heights, especially man made heigts. He just feels super unstable, as if whatever he is standing on is going to colapse.
Hand to hand combat. Despite his intense trading and the fact he's one of the best at it, he despises seeing the pain on peoples faces and he does everything he can to avoid it. (Hence why he becomes an assassin)
Talent: He has a knack for killing people he's hired/told to kill.
Other: I think he should start off on the bad side and be persuaded to switch sides. Idk-

@False-andrew flash_on

(Btw, a word on tech in the world: there is nanotechnology- we've managed to nail down nuclear fission perfectly and make it safe; VR and AR are better than they've ever been, and the Metaverse exists)

@False-andrew flash_on

Name: Yrene Tryz (Irene Trees is how you say it)
Age: The body itself is only a few years old despite its adult figure; the mind in it is 24 years old.
Race: Synth
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual
Appearance: She's a humanoid figure that stands at 6'4" tall. Her outer plating or "skin" is made up of thin, overlapping plates of high-carbon steel, with carbon fiber mesh at the joints. She has an athletic, slim build. She has no chest since that would interfere with her missions but has thicker thighs than most other synths, specifically to hide pistons that enhance her jumping height and running speed; these augmentations are also in her calves. Her circuitry is wound up in spools at the joints, allowing her to bend all of her joints fully backwards, and her bones are made of a high tensile strength silicone-iron alloy that is strong and flexible but hard to break, allowing her to bend in ways humans, cyborgs and clones usually can't. The plates on her outside and the mesh are all painted with a black paint that absorbs 99.9% of visible and infrared light (think Vantablack), making it impossible to see her on any cameras as anything but a black blur. She has hidden weapons everywhere on her body, and her arms are actually two seperate sets of arms that she can control sperately, like General Grievous from Star Wars. Her optical sensors are a dark red color, and the area where her mouth is is the same color that flashes slightly brighter whenever she talks.
Her outfit: https://pin.it/2bPQ8au
Personality: Cold and calculating most of the time, she has had to completely close off the kind and nice part of herself so she doesn't get hurt by carrying out her job. She's extremely intelligent, extremely quiet and rarely talks unless it's to make a very blunt statement, make a plan or to let everyone else know she's there. She's actually quite shy and introverted, but would like to get to know more people like herself.
Hobbies: Weapons design, software/electrical engineering, chemical engineering, architecture, painting
Likes: Art, children, small animals (she's deathly afraid of hurting them since despite having her body for a few years now she still has trouble judging her own strength sometimes), hugs (afraid of them like she is of small animals though), music
Dislikes: Rude/unkind people, insensitive pricks, very tightly enclosed spaces, the cold (a remnant from having an actual body)
Talents: Very talented with knives and daggers. Semi-talented with a crossbow. Talented with hand-to-hand combat. Talented at escaping and at parkour. Very flexible and fast. Very accurate with sniper rifles and handguns.
Other: Since she's a synth, she's usually called things like "Blue Blood" and "Cyberfreak" because she isn't human but has the conciousness of a human dowloaded into her braincase. Some say she has no soul, but she has the same emotions as you and me, so who really has no soul here? She strikes from the shadows then disappears again. She never misses her targets. If there are no shadows, she's usually flipping around the building from person to person, snapping their necks and driving spikes into their skulls, or driving daggers into their hearts through their backs.