Sometimes, the person you'd take a bullet for ends up being the one holding the gun. That is what Character B (you) ends up telling themselves as they look Character A (me) in the eyes. Character B knew from the beginning that the story of the two of them might be doomed, they just didn't believe it.
Character A looks at Character B and is in as much pain as they are because they don't want to do this. But this is what Character A was made for. Still they had tears in their eyes as they looked at Character B and said. "Do you think I liked hurting you? Lying to you?"
Scenario: Character A was raised in a household of deadly assassins' where failure was not an option and their first mission is to gain Character B's trust and then kill them. But Character A didn't plan on falling in love.
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(My character which is Character A)
Name: Lyra Aurelia Black
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Is snarky and sarcastic most of the time. Plus is usually cold to those she doesn't trust or know but once she becomes friends with you she is loyal and can be sweet.
Appearance: Lyra has aristocratic features in her face (sharp cheekbones). She has olive skin that is flawless. Lyra is 5'2" and slender with long, wavy black hair that is mostly down or in one big French braid. She also has dark blue eyes
Background: Her family is known for producing deadly assassins and doesn't take failure lightly. When she was little, if she messed up she would be severely punished.
Other: She is most deadly with throwing knives or daggers.
hello! This looks really cool, may I join?
Thank you!! A bit busy atm but I'll get a character up soon, is there a specific pairing you're looking for? I have a girl who would be great for this plot but I wouldn't mind switching to male if you want m/f
I don't mind what gender. If you have a girl that's great use her! I'll work on the starter.
Lyra was dressed in all black. Black leggings, black Doc Martens, and black turtleneck. Her older brother had took one look at her as she left the house and said, "Your trying to make a friend, not on a mission to kill them." Lyra chuckled as she walked into a coffee shop where her target was usually at.
Now that she had completed her training, she had to complete a hit job to prove that she was ready to join the rest of the family in the business. Her family were assassins. Since her target was a child of an important figure, she had to gain their trust. She walked into the coffee shop and casually looked around for her target and gasped. No one told Lyra, the target was beautiful.
(great!)
Name: Alice Kiren Hollow
Age: 21
Gender: female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Personality: Alice is typically the peacemaker, whether that's in her friend group, workplace, or family. She's calm and collected and is used to dealing with the problems her family gets into. This sometimes comes off as cold and emotionless but usually Alice can fix her expression to something a bit more pleasant. Alice is more spontaneous and carefree when she's not worrying about her family or work.
Appearance: Alice has brown curly hair, kept short and practical. Her large honey brown eyes are the main focus of her oval face, only essentuated more by a pair of bold black and silver aviator style glasses. The rest of her features are relatively plain, pink lips chewed raw from anxiety, and tanned skin spotted with freckle. She practically lives in sweaters and leggings when she not in a work uniform. On occasion she'll wear something fancy but it's more for family functions than to make herself feel good.
Background: Alice grew up as the middle child of the three Hollow siblings but wasboften the bearer of most responsibilities since her older brother,Grey was always off with dad and her younger sister Maeve was too small to be left alone. Alice's mom lefter after Maeve was born so naturally Alice took care of most of the household chores when she grew capable enough. This also served as a good distraction from what her dad and her brother were doing away. She had never wanted to get involved with her father's affairs, working with "CEOs" and "big business gurus" but what Alice quickly figured out we're con artists and heads of underground organizations. She had never really faulted her dad for much, but she understood why their mom had left. She had made it clear from when she was a teenager she wouldn't participate but he'd drag her to events anyhow. Alice would compromise since it got her out of the house more but she made her stance clear when she was able to finally move out, leaving her youngest sister in the care of a trusted relative while she saved money up for a more stable home.
Other: Alice is more skilled with words rather than anything physical. Despite not wanting to take part in her dad's shady business, she did get quite good at talking with other business kids, gaining their trust easily and soon small positions here and there. Currently she was employed at the cafe by sweet talking it's Ceo's daughter. Whatever worked she guessed.
Alice wrapped the ties of her apron about her back then again Ather front before making a little bow. It had been a rough morning and she had gotten to work a smidge late. For all he times she had been early you'd think one day 5 minutes late would be brushed off. Apparently not. After being chewed out by her boss and having her positioned threatened (not that she could actually get fired by anyone here,) Alice brushed a hand through her curls and tugged on the cap before stepping out onto the front floor and starting to absentmindedly start her little routine. She first cleaned out the espresso machine and whipped down any drying dishes. Popping in a few pastries into the toaster oven to make herself a small breakfast, she began on her own latte, seeing that there was no one to serve. She punched in the code for the register, depositing her own payment for her regular breakfast.
"Little Hollow, can you get this one, just gotta run in the back to grab a few things." A coworker called out, waving in thanks as Alice nodded with a mouthful of pastry. She took a quick swig of her latte before wiping her mouth and bouncing back to the register, "Hi and welcome! uhm, what can I get started for ya?" She asked, flinching at her own over enthusiasm. It was way too early for this level of energy. "We have a few new item on the menu if you'd like to try. Take your time looking." She assured, silently cursing herself and taking another sip of her coffee, peeking over the rim of her cup at the girl. Clad in black from head to toe but oddly enough the girl made it work. They looked sleek and dangerous, something straight out of sexy spy film.
Lyra tilted her head as she looked Alice up and down. She didn't see how killing her made much sense when Alice wasn't even the oldest but she didn't question orders. From past experience, she knew what would happen. Lyra flipped her French braids behind her shoulder and gave a little smirk that had charmed so many people before. "What do you recommend? You look like you have good taste."
Lyra had to admit that Alice was cute. Those eyes almost melted Lyra's heart. Almost. Lyra knew better than to get attached to anything. She couldn't count how many times she gotten a little bit of happiness in her childhood only to have it torn away painfully.
Alice quickly shifted her gaze away and picked at the edge of her paper plate, not wanting to make it obvious she was blatantly staring. People fascinated her. It was half the reason why she came to her dad's functions. She liked watching beautiful people and trying to figure out how they worked. It was surprising what you could learn being quiet off in the corner just watching. She glanced up when the girl spoke and gave a nonchallant shrug. Secretly she didn't have a recommendation like most baristas. She would sort of go on instinct whenever a customer asked for her drink, mostly based on what she could observe. Alice looked the girl over slowly again, drinking on her sharp features, the way her lips pulled into a smirk when she smiled. The girl was ridged all over like she was on a mission or something, determined and moving with purpose. "I think I might have something for you." She declared, punching in the drink and getting to work. While simple, Alice had ways loved this particular cafe's chai lattes. Its what she usually drank in the morning when she didn't need espresso to wake her up. The spices were warm without the odd artificial taste most chais had. Through her own experiments she found that oatmilk worked best but just enough to bring some creaminess to the drink. She capped off the drink and plated up a warm slice of coffee cake before sliding both items across the counter but kept her hand over the drink. "Now this is ultamately up to you. We do have extra cinnamon on the tables to add to your drink if you want more spice but what I'd suggest is popping over to the store just across the street and grabbing those tiny bottles of fireball and adding just a smidge to the latte. Not enough to make you tipsy first thing in the morning of course but just enough of a kick to warm you up. Your choice." She let go of the cup and gave a small smile as if that were her greatest secret. "Enjoy and let me know if you like it." She reluctantly turned to her breakfast just as her coworker came back in. "Did you really just suggest alcohol to another customer again, Hollow?" Alice shrugged "they seemed like they needed a little bit of warmth." She replied, sipping at her drink and enjoying the few moments of reprieve in the morning before the rush. Her coworker stood beside her, snatching a piece of coffee cake. "She seems like your type." They commented with a nod towards the girl. Alice huffed a laugh, blaming the rise of blush on her cheeks on the cool day. "What dark and brooding?"
They shook their head "no, mysterious and alluring. You can't take your eyes off her." Just to prove then wrong, Alice snapped her focus to a spot on the wall, only earning her a laugh and a gentle nudge of encouragement. "Come on Hollow, more customers, the day has only started."
Lyra watched the girl work on her coffee with a fascination. The way she worked with such flawless movements made Lyra curious. When Alice went to give her the latte, Lyra went to grab it but made contact with her hand. She flinched and withdrew her hand, the girl's skin was so soft. Lyra tried to downplay the action by giving Alice a smile, "I'll go try it."
Lyra paid for her drink and went across the street. She bought a bottle of fireball and when she tried the drink, she smiled. Alice was right, the kick was refreshing. Sighing, she stepped out of the store and dialed her older brother, Charlie.
"Charlie there's an issue." Lyra said softly. Her older brother was one of the only people who she trusted. He had gotten out of the family business. Charlie laughed on the phone, "What is it Ly?" Lyra sighed and looked across the street at the coffee shop, "She's…beautiful."
Later that day, Lyra went back into the coffee shop and looked at Alice, "Hey, my names Lyra…can I get your number?"
For the rest of the day Alice would stay up front as much as possible, her gaze scanning the rush crowd for the girl again. A ficker of those blue eyes, of her goddess like features amongst the crowd, anything that would allow them a chance to talk just for a few more moments.
"Hollow, the cup is dry." Magnus, her coworker piped up. "You're still looking for Miss Mystery?" They asked, gently taking the cup from Alice and setting it in it's spot.
Alice shook her and quickly looked away from the door. "Just spacing out, and no. She was just a customer, that's all." She said as much to them as for her. That's all the girl was.
There were plenty of good looking people that came everyday to the cafe and Alice had paid little attention to most as far as being a customer. So why this particular girl catching her interest, it was beyond Alice. She glanced up ever so slightly hopeful one more time before returning to her shift, now switching over to lunch to get ahead of the rush.
Halfway through at a grace period Magnus gently nudged her shoulder while she was busy cleaning out a blender. "Incoming 2 o'clock Hollow, I'll finish up here." Her eyebrows creased in mild confusion but she was eager to get the shift done so she complied and turned around "welcome, how ca-" she looked up from wiping her hands. "Ah-" she waved her hands desperately and gave a laugh. "It's nice to put a name to face. I'm Alice." She greeted and gave an impish grin. "Sure, as long as I can take you out to lunch. I'd offer coffee but seeing as I work here, I'd figure a new place would be nice."
Lyra watched as Alice fidgeted and tried to hide her smirk. She nodded, "Ok, I'll let you take me to lunch." As Alice gathered her stuff, Lyra studied the way she moved. Alice didn't look like anything special so why was Lyra so hesitant to even become friends even though that was her mission.
Become friends, build her trust, and then backstab her. That was the entire mission. Lyra never questioned orders before but she's never actually truly liked a person before. Well, other than her older brother and twin brother. The way things worked around her family is that you do what your told. Doesn't matter if it conflicts with anything that matters to you. Do it or there will be consequences. Lyra shuddered as she thought about the time she was locked up in the wine celler. No amount of hollering or crying affected their mother. Her dad? Well since she was his only daughter he had a bit of soft spot for her but he was almost never home.
When Alice returned, Lyra shook out of her memories and smiled, "So where are we going?"
Alice barely concealed a little squeal of excitement and relief as she signed out of her account on the register. "I'll be right out," She promised, untying the apron and tugging it off. She half jogged to the back, waving to Magnus with the biggest grin as she gathered her things and clocked out. It was rare when she allowed herself to be this naively excited over anything. Toeing the line between her family's line of business and wanting to be independent opened up all sorts of danger from anyone and anything. Keeping her sister safe was her top priority, far above herself so depriving herself of having fun or exploring what she liked was a small sacrifice to ensure safety and security. But there were times where she would let loose just a bit, just to feel something more than always on edge. And this girl in black and all sharp edges, Lyra, she seemed like the perfect person to offer that sort of freedom, even if it was painfully temporary as it always was for Alice. But no matter how many times she told herself she'd end up alone soon after the excitement, the thrill of something new overshadowed any sound reason she tried to instill in her boring life.
Alice changed quickly into a graphic tee and ripped jeans before meeting Lyra. She grinned and started towards the front door. "We're going to Arcadia. A little pricy but they have a little bit of everything and amazing taco bowls." She explained excitedly. "and don't even get me started on the dessert options. Hoenstly this place is dangerous for my wallet but I havn't been a while."
Lyra watched her scurry off with a fond smile. She tilted her head as Alice comes back in different clothes. "You look cute." Lyra bit her lip as take in her body. Slowly, she shook out of her gaze.
When Alice mentions the price Lyra scoffed and smiled, "Don't worry, lunch is on me. It'd be a honor to pay for a meal for a beautiful women." Lyra wink and gave her a charismatic smirk.
Lyra followed Alice out of the coffee shop and let her chatter
Alice glanced down at herself and blushed, only now realizing she had grabbed whatever t-shirt was most convenient at the time of leaving, apparently with some chesy show she liked as a kid. "Thanks" she slung her bag over her shoulder and tucked a stray curl behind her ear, trying her best to avoid making eye contact with Lyra, though she had a feeling the heat rushing to her cheecks had to do with the the girl's heated once- over.
"Oh no, no thats fine! I didn't mean to say you had to pay for anything, I'm the one invited you out. :She argued, faltering at Lyra's compliment and smirk. "This must be a normal occurance for ya, huh? Asking random girls out, I mean."
Lyra shakes her head, "No, believe it or not many people ask me out." She gestured to her all black outfit, "I'm kinda intimidating." She smirked and followed Alice, "Besides, don't worry about me paying. My parents are filthy rich and it feels like a small rebellion to spend their money."
She gave a small smile at Alice, "So what do you like to do for fun?" Lyra pretended to know nothing, as if she hadn't studied Alice's files. The goal was to be Alice's friend and then just when she trusted her the most, kill her.
Alice glanced back behind her and gave Lyra her own once over. "Oh really? You're stunning. Intimidating yes but I think that's attractive." She said, shrugging and falling into step beside Lyra. "I'm glad then. I get to go out with the intimidating model. That doesn't happen every day." She clasped her hands behind her back and tilted her head. "For fun, huh?" She contemplated for a bit, the gala from a couple of months ago flashing in her memory. Her father had invited her but she already had plans to attend. Perhaps it was a drunken last-minute plan but nonetheless her choice and the most fun she had in a while. She chuckled to herself and glanced over at Lyra. "Minigolf." She replied, leaning in as if to share a secret. "Don't tell anyone but I'm a terrible shot. It'll take me 20 tries or more to get the damn ball in the hole." She shook her head and shrugged. "But it's fun. I also really like those cheesy museums. Those pop-up places are more for Instagram posts than actual educational purposes. There something…otherwordly…about them that is just fun to me." She gently nudged the girl's shoulder both out of encouragement and to get her to turn onto the next street. "What about you? What do you consider fun?"
Lyra thought about the concept of 'fun' which she didn't really have. The most fun she ever had was when Charlie was still at home. Charlie, Oliver, who was her twin brother, and her were inseparable when they were together. Then Charlie ran away and Oliver became serious. But she couldn't say that. How could you say that the most fun you had was when your brothers and you disobeyed your parents? That your older brother ran away because your parents were horrible.
So she put on a fake smile and said, "For fun? I like to workout, paint, and hang out with my brothers." At least the last one was true. She put the focus back on Alice, "One of these days we might have to go to one of the cheesy museums."
Lyra blushed when she thought about Alice calling her a model. Sure she knew that she was good looking but she never had time to really consider that before. It was all training at home.
Alice gave a triumphant little grin at seeing Lyra blush, personally considering that a victory. It was better than thinking about her siblings. Of course, she loved her older brother, Quinn. But god above was he the very definition of all brawn no brain. He was their dad's right-hand man, not because he was cunning or intuitive. No, he barely passed high school, let alone knew a lick of sense when it came to underground business. Not her (lovingly) dumb brother. Thats what she was for. To do the talking and if anyone refused her most generous offers, then Quin would step in for some…reconsideration. She faught back the smirk that quirked at her lips took a measured breath, gently remindingherself that wasn't her life any more. She had chosen to step away from that life a long time ago. Her younger sister was her priority now, Quin could take care of himself…she hoped.
She raised a delicate eyebrow "will we now? does that mean we'll meet again?" She asked, already loving the idea of finding this girl again and spending time with her more. She nodded, tucking that precious little fantasy deep within her heart. "Then we'll have to find a time to go to the gym. I can't bench or lift much but I can run on the treadmill forever." Running, yeah. That came with the territory, especially for an impressionable young girl. She shuddered inwardly but managed to keep her tone light as she continued. "Though painting does sound more appealing. Maybe a bit of wine included." She pinched her fingers close together and shrugged.
Lyra smiled, "We see how this lunch goes and there will be many next times." They got to the resturant and she raised an eyebrow. The place looked great. When they went in, they were seated. Lyra looked at the menu and immediately put it down. "How about you order for me?" She asked Alice while trying to stop looking at her eyes. Those eyes were memorizing.
Lyra quickly scanned the surrounding making sure to take note of any potential dangers, exits, and things that could be used as weapons. Well, other than her knife she has in her boot that was strapped to her ankle. It was due to over 10 years of training that she did this. Constant vigilance was drilled into her head. This could be helpful but tended to cause anxiety.
Alice stopped dead in her tracks, an incredulous laugh escaping her. Honestly, she was surprised by the girl's boldness. "Will there be now?" she asked, catching up to Lyra and passing through the door. "You seem very confident about that." She mused, tilting her head with a smile. "Another employee special, huh? Alright." Alice stepped in line, bouncing ever so slightly on the balls of her feet as she scanned the menu for anything that might interest her.
"Wonderland, I was wondering when you'd come back," The guy behind the register greeted warmly to which Alice gave a laugh. "Ah you know I can't leave my old haunts for long, I brought you a customer." She waved her hand in Lyra's direction. "Cute isn't she?" She asked, nudging his shoulder when she caught him staring for a few moments too long. "Anyways, we're going to both get the chicken caesar salad and the onion rings for lunch and…" She paused, looking over the menu for the drinks "Just two french style hot chocolates, extra mallow." she snapped her fingers in front of her still staring friend and gave a warning glare. "Go find your own single girl to gawk at." She muttered, subtly dropping her niceness for a moment as she puled out her wallet to pay. As if she'd let Lyra pay on the dat…was this a date? sure. A date Alice had invited her to. Besides, the farther away she was from her friend, the better Alice would feel. She had known the owners of Arcadia through her father, and thus knew Jeremy. They had a good repore but Alice had always gotten a slightly desperate, try-hard feeling from him she didn't like but he had never made a move or anything in the time they had known each other so she dubbed him as harmless. If anything he stared a bit too obviously, even now at Lyra. Alice couldn't really blame him, she was gorgeous…but he could learn to be more subtle. Not like you're doing any better. Alice sighed softly as she waited for her card and recipt back and then went to find them both a place a sit, somewhere Jeremy couldn't stare from, preferably. "The coffee getting to ya?" She asked as she found Lyra again. "A bit jittery, huh?"
Lyra liked the sound of Alice's laugh. It was natural and free. She watches as Alice took control of the situation, it was hot. Lyra found herself staring at Alice.
Until she saw this guy staring at her. She found it weird so she glared at him. And to be honest, she could be intimidating when she wanted to be. Lyra had experience with unwanted attention. Guys looking at her had got her glares and guys who did more…well they got a taste of her knives.
She followed Alice through the resturant, "I guess…thanks for paying….." Lyra was then quiet.
"yeah…of course." Alice replied slowly, studying Lyra for a few moments. The urge to reach out and take the girl's hand was string but the voice in her head reminding her they were essentially strangers was stronger. She glanced over her shoulder, straining to see if Jeremy was still staring, he perhaps being the source of Lyra's discomfort. Thankfully for his sake, he was now attending another customer but she didn't want to take chances. "Did you want to instead take our lunch to go? We don't have to stay if he makes you uncomfortable." She offered, or if I make you uncomfortable. Alice chewed her lip nervously before she took a deep breath and nudged Lyra with her foot under the table, if only to get the distant blank look off her face for a bit. "Tell me more about yourself. Whatever your comfortable with. Favorite movie, best vacation you took, favorite thing to cook." She listed, fiddling with the single portion jams off to the side if the table.
