Name: Lavendar Jardín
Age: 20
Gender: female (she/her)
Sexuality: straight (although she isn’t interested in marrying quite yet)
Personality: Lavi is usually very extroverted and cheerful, she loves small talk and helping others. She can get very emotional at times, but refuses to admit it. She is slightly aggressive.
Likes/Dislikes: She loves running her father’s herbs and remedies shop, gardening, archery, using and collecting knives/blades, and reading. She hates arrogant and rude people.
Appearance: She has caramel colored, curly, long hair (usually held in two dutch braids decorated with flowers or let down with a white scarf); hazel-ish eyes; a very serious look (although she is very kind); and olive skin. Appearance pic.
She wears this dress minus the bonnet.
Other: Always carries a leather satchel filled with small glass flasks, dried herbs, remedies, and other stuff and always carries a knife. (Either in her satchel or tied to her leg.) She has two male friends/ colleagues, Mason and Baxter. She is basically an apothecary.
(I just remembered that I know little to nothing about 16th/17th century assassins. (-_- '') So maybe they meet up in the market place, maybe my character gets kidnapped, maybe there is a misunderstanding between them? Idk, it's really up to you.)
(Idk— your idea is a little confusing and I’m not following what you’re saying very well)
(What I'm suggesting is that we could start off with them meeting up in a market place or your character could kidnap my character, thinking she was someone else. I was just giving suggestions on how to start off, because my character isn't an assassin…yet. Does that make any more sense?)
(Yes, it does, kidnapping sounds fun.)
(Lol, are you gonna start?)
Clara always wondered if becoming a mercenary was a good thing to happen to her. Probably not, but it brought in enough money for her to be able to live. She sighs, closing her eyes. She had been following someone, and she was sure she had the right person. But it was possible she didn’t.
She had been asked to find, kidnap and then bring a young woman to her employer. She was glad the order wasn’t to kill. Clara didn’t like killing people, but she would do it for the coin. And then she’d pray to whatever gods would listen to her for forgiveness.
She watches the woman she was hunting, waiting for he to leave the crowd. Clara stops at a stall, still watching the young woman and looking at the man’s wears in front of her. She smiles at the man and then buys a roll, handing him the coins and then keeps moving. Still following the young woman.
(Btw, are our characters gonna talk in 16th century dialect?)
(No, defiantly not. XD And 16th century is 15 hundreds, it’s 16 hundreds, so that make’s it 17th century. Confusing, ik)
(Oh, right. Thanks for letting me know, lol.)
The marketplace was relatively full, but Lavendar didn't mind it too much. She giddily walked by the stalls, glancing at each one and smiling at the merchants behind them.
She didn't plan to buy anything yet, but she did have to go through the market place to find the fields and a little further to her home. She had offered to pick some dandelions and other flowers for her father's shop.
After purchasing a fruit from one of the stalls, Lavendar finally slipped out of the market place and made her way towards the fields, alone.
Clara grins, Finally. She takes a moment before following the young woman. Buying a few more things she really did need. She follows the young woman, silent, waiting until they got to an area out of sight from the market. Someone would notice a lone girl sudden;ly being joined by another persona and see the struggling.
Away from the crowds, Lavendar warily clutched her bag and whipped her head around, noticing a woman her age following her quietly. She hadn't noticed her walking behind her until then.
Her voice was apprehensive but still retained a string of kindness, "Can I help you?"
(Oh, haha, sorry- I’ll reply asap)
(lol, don't worry about it! (^w^''))
Clara smiles, “Just need to do this-“ She moves forward, grabbing Lavender gently and covering her mouth, “It’s just part of the job- Please don’t struggle. I don’t want to knock you out.”
Lavendar mentally panicked when the girl grabbed her, eyes widened in fear and anger. She instinctively reached in her satchel and started to feel around for something useful. The young apothecary almost breathed a sigh of relief once her hand touched a metal blade. Grabbing the handle, she pulled it out and tried to stab or even scratch the girl's leg with her knife.
Clara sighs, “I told you—“ She shifts her feet, moving her leg out of the way before kicking the girl’s hand just hard enough to make her drop the blade and then pulls out her own, bringing the hilts into contact with her head, knocking her out.
Lavendar could barely register what had happened after her attempted attack, she could only recall dropping her blade and a throbbing pain in the back of her head, before her body hit the ground. Her vision blurred, she could barely make out the figures in front of her before her vision went black.
Clara catches the girl and then carries her to her destination, laying her on a small palet and checking her head, making sure she wasn’t bleeding.
Lavi's eyes softly blinked open, the only thing she could recognize was the same throbbing in her head and a sharp pain in one of her hands. She had no idea where she was, but she felt someone touching her head. "What are you doing?" Lavi mumbled, her mind still scattered.
“Making sure you’re not bleeding, she hold up three fingers, “How many finger am I holding up?” She asks. She hand’t seen any blood, and that was good. She was told not to hurt her target, though she probably went a little to far.
Lavendar struggled to see the girl's fingers through her fuzzy vision, "Two- three?" She was a bit annoyed at herself for not being able to see the obvious. Lavi reached her hand to her side then shot up. "My satchel! Where… where is it?" Her voice trailed off as she pressed her hand back to her head and gasped in slight pain.
Her hand still on her head, she asked breathlessly, "What is your name? Where's my satchel?"
Clara sighs, “Your vision is blurry. Take a moment and we’ll try again.” She hums, “It’s over there.” She points, “But you need to lay down and take a moment, you’ll hurt yourself.”
"Ye- yes, of course, thank you," She hesitantly laid down on her side, "you still haven't answered me though, who are you?" Many more questions swirled in her head, but she thought it would be better to take things one at a time, "What do you want from me?"
Clara stays quiet for a moment, “I want nothing from you. Someone else wants you. Unless I have the wrong person, which is possible, as I wasn’t given a very detailed description.”
