forum Assassin’s guild//Finished Rp//Look for part 2

Started June 25, 2018 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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Eira shuddered a little.

alexander walked into the room in his white cloak as always and would kneel "to whom do i owe the pleasure?"

Sparrow gaped, that boy was acting like the man in black was a king "Get up and take off that silly coat." the man snapped " It is your initiation time." he grinned at him like a wolf does a sheep before killing it

alexander would grin "so be it." he stood tossed aside his cloak

“Who’s he?” Eira asked Sparrow.

"the name is Alexander Mordicov." he would pop his neck making an audible SNAP

(Bump. does anyone want to do this? i really want ot keep this alive)

(Yeah, I've been a little busy and no one else has been on here, so there hasn't been much to respond to.)

Sparrow wipes her brow and knocks the door rapidly twice, loudly once, and slowly twices. the door opens and she raises her arm and Ryker comes and settles on her glove. she taps his beak twice and he opens his wing to show a small note from her friends tonight. high whistle, low whistle, high whistle. she nods and goes to her conjoined room to see someone sitting in their own bed. she smiled and headed towards them.
( all people in an age group sleep in the same room but have like partitions seperating each person.)

Eira was sitting on her bed, papers scattered all over and her fantail, Ray flying between her shoulder and the papers. They were new designs for daggers and she just had to finalise them.

Sparrow walked into Eira's room and fell on the bed, "Panther had me go after a man that had around 30 ninja bodyguards." she sighed then smirked, "They never stood a chance." she rolled over and looked at what she was doing, "Oh sweet! new Dagger?" she asked
(Panther is what the man in black or the master calls himself)

Eira nodded, “I haven’t had a spare moment to finish these designs in a week until today…” She held up a piece of paper to the light, examining her handiwork, “I’m planning on getting into the workshop tomorrow.”

Can I join? I know I'm a bit late and I've never done this before so I may not be the best, but it looks fun.

(Sure! but you don't need to do the kids age, and if you want, you can be friends with me, Eira, and Cyrus!)

"Nice! Also i have to ask you a favour." she grinned sheepishly "Can you design me a bow whose string doesn't break after one twang?" she asked frustrated, "This is the second bow in the past three weeks!"

Eira looked over, rolled her eyes but smiled a little, “I figured you might ask,” She flicked her fingers and Ray flew to where some other papers sat on a small desk. He picked them up and placed them on Sparrows lap, “Any look interesting or should I design a complete new one for your liking?”

Name: Zhavia
Nickname: Z or Via
Age: 17 But was 7 at her old guild
Appearance: Wavy Shoulder length blonde hair. One green eye one blue eye. 5'6
Personality: Shy so people think she is hard to talk to because she seems stuck up. But sweet and outgoing once she gets to know you.
Secret personality: Very sensitive, but hides it well
Background(if develop then leave this blank)
Background: Her family was poor so she lived on the streets a lot and was bullied so she learned to stick up for herself. Her parents were killed by her old guild leader because he saw her skills at the age of 7 and wanted to use her.
Hobbies: Writing, Running, and Photography And playing with Freedom
Fav weapons: Daggers
Most skilled at: Close combat. She has a lot of stamina and agility.
Pet: WolfDog named Freedom
Other: She has this skill to shut off her feelings which is bad cause when she snaps she snaps. She was transferred to this guild for many reasons.

Zhavia was nervous to be here as she hated new places and meeting new people. Two guards walked on each side of her leading her down many hallways to her new room. She hated that they had to keep an eye on her, but having her WolfDog made her feel better and she was happy she convinced them to let her bring her along. She watches as many young kids and teens roam down the halls. "It's much more lively here," She says to herself as she wonders why everyone seemed so happy or content with what is going on.