In our story, our two characters work for the same guild. They resent each other and can’t help but hate the other. It’s always a constant battle between the two of them to see who is the best and impress their leader, Thranion, better then the other.
Thranion, knowing they hate each other, deliberately puts them on missions together, makes them train together. Partners, is one word for it.
Eventually they’ll end up falling in love such and such.
This world does have magic, creatures out of the ordinary and is rulled by a King who sends all magic users to the executioner. He will torture anyone who knows anything about magic before killing them or sometimes straight out kill them.
Rules
- Rated uh… MA for violence
- lgbt+ is allowed if wanted
- Any intimate scenes will be taken to pm or skipped if you want too (if they do happen)
- Correct grammer is appreciated
- Please, please, please be committed and don’t let this die. I’ve been in so many one-on-ones and they have died out and I really don’t want that to happen. If you aren’t going to respond, then please don’t join
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Okay, I know we already have a one on one together, but this looks so interesting! Can I join?
Cool! I've got a girl character who would be great for this. Unless you had one?
That works since I’ve got a male character which is good for this type of thing.
Cool! I'll find my girl and get back to you, then.
Name: Blaine Woods
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Sexuality: Straight
Magic: Pyrokinesis
Appearance: Wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair; bright-blue eyes; fair skin; 5' 8"
Usual Outfit: https://pin.it/jojl3sqk7qqcpx
Personality: Sassy; can be bossy; fun-loving; ESTP
Preferred weapon(s): Bow and arrow.
Likes: White, Oreos, hot cocoa, sunset, maroon.
Dislikes: Rain (or any water, really, but rain especially), green, fish (living or dead), mornings, being thought less of what she is.
Other: She'll kill to keep her loved-ones safe; incredible marksmanship from practicing since she could hold a gun; she can be flirty for her jobs, but she very rarely is outside of one.
Name: Andion Rurrow
Age: 22
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight
Magic: none that he knows of
Appearance: https://pin.it/ksomdll6xmersz - he has a scar across his left eye the travel down to half way down his cheek.
Personality: appears cold hearted, ruthless and cunning but inside if he cares about someone he will go to the ends of the earth for them and protect them always, loyal to his guild, merciless and emotionless at times,
Prefered weapons: daggers or swords- he always keeps his sword, Pryvlyn on him at all times.
Likes: peace and quiet, fighting, being alone, his work, reading
dislikes: people, the heat
Other: his family abandoned him when he was little because they did not want another child, he knew that he had an older brother and sister but now has a burning hatred for them because they let his parents leave him at the guild.
She’s great! But I forget to mention this is like a fantasy world where they don’t have guns and all that, it’s medieval times
Ah, okay! I'll change it, then.
I'm so sorry that took so long! My parents got home, so I had to talk to them…
I'm back for a bit, now.
Alright, cool. I’ll write a starter
Cool, cool.
Also, sorry if I just drop off. My wifi gets turned off at night.
It was a nice day for the middle of winter. The sun shone brightly over the training rings but gave no warmth. The breeze that blew was icy and bitter, nipping at any bare skin it could find. Although Andion didn’t care. He’d been training for a couple hours already and was slick with sweat and was feeling quite warm because of the training. He had a mission tonight, sadly with the one person he hated, Blaine, and needed to keep his strength up for it.
Blaine shot at the target again and again, each arrow getting closer to her mark.
"Why does it have to be Andion? Out of anyone here, it just had to be him," she muttered under her breath as she drew her next arrow. Letting out a breath, she released it, and it hit her mark.
Finally. I'm distracted. That's not okay. It's messing me up…
Andion sighed and removed his shirt as it was sticking to his skin and threw another dagger at the dummy.
“Why? Why? Why?” He muttered as he through another dagger, “Thranion is doing it on purpose now, I know it.”
Blaine shot another arrow, this one not even hitting the target. She gave a cry of frustration and tore a hand through her hair.
"Okay, stop. Just stop. Stop thinking about him. Focus on what you're doing. Pretend this is a job. Yeah, a job…" She trailed off from her rant as she drew another arrow back. Her gaze focused on the target, and she breathed out as she released it. A thump told her that it at least hit the target, and as she peered down the field, she saw that she'd hit the bullseye. She grinned, and drew another arrow to start again.
It was then when a taller, muscular figure came up behind her. He had dark red hair, and piercing blue eyes. Thranion, the leader of the guild.
“Blaine. I need you to find Andion and bring him to my office, we need to discuss your mission tonight.” He said, his voice light hearted for a man who ran a league of assassins, and was a fighter himself.
Blaine turned swiftly to face Thranion, and she blinked before she was able to comprehend what he'd said.
"Yes, sir. I'll do that as soon as I've put my things away," she said, her lips pursed.
He nodded and gave a half smile.
“Good, be quick. We have matters to discuss.”
And with that he turned on his heel and walked down the winding halls on the guild, towards his office where he would be waiting for them both.
Blaine let out a breath and went to pull her arrows out of the target. Once she had them all collected, she put her archery gear away. She walked toward where she assumed Andion would be, hoping she wouldn't have to search for him.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” He chucked two daggers at once before before walking to the dummy and pulling him out. His shirt lay in the dirt and he cursed at how dirty it now was.
