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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 12, 2016 21:51:10 GMT -5
Nathaniel watched Rory go for only a moment. He looked at Kaela for a moment and smiled, "You don't look too busy either... Need something to do?" He asked her kindly, though he knew he should return to his work.
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Dragons Vein
I joined the original forums 09 or so, so I've got plenty of experience! Don't worry I'm a nerd.
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Post by Dragons Vein on Nov 12, 2016 22:44:52 GMT -5
ScreenName: Dragons Vein Name: Seydou Sonko Affiliation: basic level assassin Nationality: French Race: African American Gender: male Sexuality: homosexual, under the guise of heterosexual to avoid further risk Appearance: Seydou is an unassuming guy. He's young with dark skin, dark hair, and dark green eyes. His hair is kept short and out of his face. On his right hand is an old family ring that he never goes without and he's missing the last two knuckles of the ring finger on his right hand, and much of the rest of his hand is covered in scarring and burns from an old accident. Personality: Seydou doesn't like being the center of attention. He likes to keep to himself and doesn't want to draw attention to himself if he can avoid it. He can be anxious at times and can be a bit bitter as well, but he's fiercely protective over people he deems worthy of his protection. He's an extreme realist and even a pessimist at times and is well known for his budgeting skills. Clothing: Seydou wears a fairly typical assassin uniform. His jacket is short so it doesn't get in his way and more often then not he doesn't have his hood up. However he has an extension in the collar of his jacket, which is already high, that can be pulled up to cover the lower half of his face. Other than that, he wears good old fashioned pants and and pair of shin high boots and a pair of gloves. Weapon of Choice: A pair of hiddem blades, daggers and throwing knives; he prefers to keep things from getting personal if he can. History: He came from a farming family who ran a grapevine owned by a wine company. When Germany began invading France, his father revealed their connection to the assassin's order and agreed to train Seydou while they fled. Along the way to Britian, however, Seydou was separated from his family; since he has no real way of knowing, he's assuming his parents are dead. He still hopes for the best, though. Age: 22 Family: assumed dead Other:
Yes hello))
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 13, 2016 20:14:07 GMT -5
Bump)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 13, 2016 20:45:56 GMT -5
lol)
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 13, 2016 21:56:44 GMT -5
ScreenName: Dragons Vein Name: Seydou Sonko Affiliation: basic level assassin Nationality: French Race: African American Gender: male Sexuality: homosexual, under the guise of heterosexual to avoid further risk Appearance: Seydou is an unassuming guy. He's young with dark skin, dark hair, and dark green eyes. His hair is kept short and out of his face. On his right hand is an old family ring that he never goes without and he's missing the last two knuckles of the ring finger on his right hand, and much of the rest of his hand is covered in scarring and burns from an old accident. Personality: Seydou doesn't like being the center of attention. He likes to keep to himself and doesn't want to draw attention to himself if he can avoid it. He can be anxious at times and can be a bit bitter as well, but he's fiercely protective over people he deems worthy of his protection. He's an extreme realist and even a pessimist at times and is well known for his budgeting skills. Clothing: Seydou wears a fairly typical assassin uniform. His jacket is short so it doesn't get in his way and more often then not he doesn't have his hood up. However he has an extension in the collar of his jacket, which is already high, that can be pulled up to cover the lower half of his face. Other than that, he wears good old fashioned pants and and pair of shin high boots and a pair of gloves. Weapon of Choice: A pair of hiddem blades, daggers and throwing knives; he prefers to keep things from getting personal if he can. History: He came from a farming family who ran a grapevine owned by a wine company. When Germany began invading France, his father revealed their connection to the assassin's order and agreed to train Seydou while they fled. Along the way to Britian, however, Seydou was separated from his family; since he has no real way of knowing, he's assuming his parents are dead. He still hopes for the best, though. Age: 22 Family: assumed dead Other: Yes hello)) ((Added! Rp as you please!))
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 8:15:07 GMT -5
Nathaniel looked over her carefully for a moment, a soft smile on his features. "Well, Kaela... There's a doctor on Burgen Avenue that is rumored to be giving prescription drugs to the Templars for poison uses... Mind making sure that rumor is true? And if it is, I'd like you to kill him in low profile. Leave without getting detected for me?" He said lowly, walking around the desk and placing a hand on her shoulder. "I believe you are capable of such."
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 17:59:13 GMT -5
((I'm here! And please use [] or {} or () when OOC speaking! Thanks!))
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 18:35:33 GMT -5
((Yeah! The templar grandmaster, Madison Birch, is in a coffeeshop in Berlin.))
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Bluespur
I like a lot of anime. If you want to talk about some, don't be a stranger.
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Post by Bluespur on Nov 14, 2016 18:55:30 GMT -5
Madison Birch, not too laden with her plans for the war, actually decided to leave her stuffy office and head outdoors. She loved Germany, despite its' bad aura at the moment. It was beautiful and peaceful, in her small section of Berlin, even in the middle of winter. Her curled brown hair fell elegantly about her shoulders, and her scarlet lips hid a deadly smile. Her sharp, acute makeup was pleasing to the eye as she walked down the pavement and into a cafe. Some of the ladies looked at her disdainfully for wearing trousers instead of a skirt, but she only shot them a dazzling smile. Her Templar ring glimmered dully on her right ring finger and the cross emblem was stitched beautifully into the left sleeve of her overcoat. As the waitress, whose name-tag said Angie, walked over, Madison requested a cup of Earl Gray tea with a spoonful of honey. Smith had just finished up a job in East Berlin, disposing of a Templar official, and wanted to stop by a local cafe to get his daily caffeine before the long trip back to England. He stepped inside of the the small restaurant shivering from the cold and removing the thick gloves from his hands. The young man brought his shaking hands to his face blowing on them to warm them up. Smith noticed a quite beautiful looking women sitting down by herself sipping a cup of tea. "Is this seat taken?" He inquired, gesturing towards the seat across from Madison, in a nearly flawless German accent.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 19:06:16 GMT -5
((Also, just to make it easier on your character so they're more active, the Assassins that are currently in Germany are here on a long-term request, so he can live at the Bureau.))
Madison lifted her brown gaze from her cup of Earl Gray and met the eye of Smith. Her red lips curled back into a charming smile, and she held out her hand to gesture him a welcome. "This seat is empty. I don't mind if you sit." She said innocently, her dark eyelashes fluttering at him. Her accent was distinctly American, and her reddish, Native American skin tone standing out along with her curled, dark hair. "How are you, sir?" She asked, her legs crossed under the table and her dark eyes twinkling.
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Bluespur
I like a lot of anime. If you want to talk about some, don't be a stranger.
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Post by Bluespur on Nov 14, 2016 19:12:08 GMT -5
((Also, just to make it easier on your character so they're more active, the Assassins that are currently in Germany are here on a long-term request, so he can live at the Bureau.)) Madison lifted her brown gaze from her cup of Earl Gray and met the eye of Smith. Her red lips curled back into a charming smile, and she held out her hand to gesture him a welcome. "This seat is empty. I don't mind if you sit." She said innocently, her dark eyelashes fluttering at him. Her accent was distinctly American, and her reddish, Native American skin tone standing out along with her curled, dark hair. "How are you, sir?" She asked, her legs crossed under the table and her dark eyes twinkling. [ Danke! ^^ ] "I appreciate the kindness madam." Smith replied, still in German. "... But you would be better off trying to disguise your voice a little bit more, American's aren't too popular around here nowadays." The young man whispered in English. Booker ordered a small espresso and sat back letting out a long sigh. "I am doing well madam, and yourself?" He asked. Why isn't she a beauty. Booker thought to himself, flashing the Templar a smile showing off his pearly whites.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Nov 14, 2016 19:17:55 GMT -5
Ello)
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 19:20:10 GMT -5
"I fear none of the people here." She said kindly, trailing her fingertip around the edge of her teacup. The nail was painted flawlessly bright red. "I have no reason to." Madison smiled at him. She understood English, German, Italian, and several other languages, so she easily flipped to German and continued to speak. "What's your name, soldier?" She teased. Quite an attractive man... She thought to herself, reaching up to tuck a small curl of hair back in its place.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 19:20:33 GMT -5
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Bluespur
I like a lot of anime. If you want to talk about some, don't be a stranger.
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Post by Bluespur on Nov 14, 2016 19:27:30 GMT -5
"I fear none of the people here." She said kindly, trailing her fingertip around the edge of her teacup. The nail was painted flawlessly bright red. "I have no reason to." Madison smiled at him. She understood English, German, Italian, and several other languages, so she easily flipped to German and continued to speak. "What's your name, soldier?" She teased. Quite an attractive man... She thought to herself, reaching up to tuck a small curl of hair back in its place. "Fair enough." Smith said in response to the words she had said just before. "Soldier?" He asked with a small chuckle, after taking a sip of his coffee. "What makes you think I'm a soldier madam?" Smith questioned, easily evading her question, after all why should he give his name to a stranger, even if she were a pretty one at that. He added a sugar cube to his warm drink, stirring it with a small spoon, the metal dish clanking against the side of the cup a few times.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 19:34:44 GMT -5
"Most men around here are, so I chose to assume." She shrugged, picking up her tea and taking a sip. Her gaze dropped to his hands, where he was spinning the spoon. They were clearly rough and calloused, the sign of a hard worker. "You clearly must do something..." Madison smiled. She picked up on the fact that he evaded her request for his name as well, so she leaned back in her seat and looked him over.
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Bluespur
I like a lot of anime. If you want to talk about some, don't be a stranger.
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Post by Bluespur on Nov 14, 2016 19:39:47 GMT -5
"Haha well madam, I'd like to think that I'm a hard worker, and most people couldn't tell, but I can tell you aren't afraid to get your hands dirty either." Smith replied with a smile. 9 times out of 10 the young man could talk his way out of any situation, but he got the feeling this woman was a little different. "Well, I may not be a soldier, but I do what I can for the cause. I work in a factory, producing ammo for the military." He said with a soft sigh, taking another sip of his coffee. "And you madam, I hate to be a bother, but what is it that you do?"
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 19:46:50 GMT -5
"Oh, politics." She said simply. "I know not many women get out of the house around now, but I got lucky." Madison smiled at him, licking her red lips. She lied very smoothly, even daring to reach out and place one of her hands atop his. "I'm sure you work so hard..." She said softy. She pulled back to sip at her tea again, looking away from him.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 20:01:29 GMT -5
"As much as I'd love to tell you, I find it hard to discuss politics with unnamed strangers in times like these. You could be... an opposing force." She smiled, finishing her Earl Gray. She set the tea down on the saucer. "I might just tell you my name if you tell me yours, sir." She winked at him. "Unless... perhaps a kiss, for your name?" she offered. Most men in Nazi Germany were more than willing to comply with a kiss from her beautiful ruby lips.
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Bluespur
I like a lot of anime. If you want to talk about some, don't be a stranger.
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Post by Bluespur on Nov 14, 2016 20:10:31 GMT -5
"As much as I'd love to tell you, I find it hard to discuss politics with unnamed strangers in times like these. You could be... an opposing force." She smiled, finishing her Earl Gray. She set the tea down on the saucer. "I might just tell you my name if you tell me yours, sir." She winked at him. "Unless... perhaps a kiss, for your name?" she offered. Most men in Nazi Germany were more than willing to comply with a kiss from her beautiful ruby lips. "Of course, forgive me madam, I overstepped." He said bowing his head apologetically. Smith chuckled at her offer, staring at her beautiful face. "While a kiss would be well received, I believe we should get to know each other a bit more. How about I take you to lunch? There's this restaurant downtown that I've heard nothing but good things about, and perhaps there we can get to know each other a little more." Smith replied with a wink.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 20:15:37 GMT -5
"I find that to be a splendid idea." She smiled, standing. "Could you allow me to return home and put on something more date-worthy? I find a pantsuit less than adequate. I can return here in thirty minutes?" Madison suggested. She left a few coins on the table, a tip to her waitress.
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Post by Panthermoon on Nov 14, 2016 20:42:57 GMT -5
"I can handle myself, sir." Madison Birch promised him, winking. The woman exited the shop and let out a slow exhale. Quickly, she returned to her home and put on a scarlet dress and a red sunhat, and some red heels. Making sure she was snugly fit into her attire, the curvy woman left her abode and returned to the cafe in 25 minutes. She smiled, spotting Smith. "I have returned," she said with a dazzling smile as she walked back over to him.
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