The Unbroken Bond

[Ravynzyon]

Setting: The world of Aztareth, a place once of timeless and everlasting beauty, but now it is torn apart by war between the elves of light and the elves in shadow. King Adrastus of the light elves and Queen Deanne of the elves in shadow. The humans and other races all make attempts to stay in affairs that have only to do with themselves, but soon, something so shocking will develop, every eye will have to behold, every ear listen, and every heart open to the reality...
Aztareth is no longer of the light, and to restore it, two women will have to overcome their pasts to create the futures of future generations...
if they arent all killed in the process.

So basically I'm starting this for a friend of mine because we have a plot set up in mind, but if anyone wishes to join, please dont refrain yourself from doing so. :nervous:

My Character:

Name: Alyxylana- Goes by Alyx
Gender: Female
Race: Shadow Elf
Age:19
Hair Color: Black
Eye color: Light brown with flecks of gold
Height: 5'9
BodyType: Athletic

General Outfitting: Like Elektra's outfit from Daredevil, however it is black and she has gloves that go up to her elbows instead of Elektra's strip fabric arm coverings. Her boots are flat and thigh high, however they are light brown and not black like the rest of her outfit. When she walks they make absolutely no sound whatsoever.

Weaponry: An ancient sword that glows with the magic of shadow. It often glows and the color of that light is drawn from Alyx's emotions, same as its intensity. Wrapped around the hilt that holds the black blade is a string of leather, on the end of which is a coruscating half stone of amethyst and saphire, wrapped in silver, crafted long long ago.

History: Raised in the hidden city beyond the Blood Valley, Alyx knows very little about her past, if anything at all. She was raised ruthlessly by the faceless ones who hide behind cloaks and rip out all emotions from their warriors save for hatred and a thirst for bloodshed. They are known for their cruel treatment of their own and their willingness to take the life of one warrior to set straight the others.
Alyx began training before she learned to speak a full sentence, thrown into the studies of magic and combat, she graduated from the academy before any of the male students and is known in the underground world as the most lethal elf of all. It is rumored she could very well challenge the Queen herself, but rumors are nothing more than spoken dreams in Aztareth.

[Ravynzyon]

The night was what one might call young, with the sun having fell behind the distant hills less than two hours before she set foot in the large city who’s buildings of ivory towered over her as they stretched into the silver clouds that hung on the strings of the gods. The stars blinked in and out behind the dark blanket which they rested on, as if warning whoever would listen, of the figure in the shadows who held back a smile as she listened to the sound of an unseen harp.

Most shadow elves dreaded the sound of instruments that were not made from their own hands, but Alyx was drawn to the melodious sound the light brought so that she would be able to strike it down and kill it, dismember it verse by verse and slaughter the chorus into a million pieces, tiny fragments she could leave all over the world as a reminder to those who plucked the strings of incessant lullabies and hummed the hymns that echoed down the city streets.

She pulled herself back into reality, focusing on the task on hand as she climbed on top of a nearby crate and then another, before leaping into the air and grabbing the ledge of one of the buildings, effortlessly pulling herself up and looking all around her as the cold air of the evening whipped her hair back from her face.

Her eyes were focused straight on the columned building hundreds of rooftops away, torches of white fire lit all around the marvelous structure.
But to Alyx it was not marvelous. Its many rooms wouldn’t be elegant to her, and the halls of gold and marble would be putrid corridors that felt the footfalls of sick creatures: the light elves.

She held in her eyes the hatred that would shape the world. The hatred that accepted her task, the deed she was to fulfill on this night:

Kill. The. King.

[Kail]

Name: Kail

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Species: half light elf/half dark elf

Appearance: Kail is a girl most men do not forget about. Her curvaceous 5’9 body is always accented by skimpy clothes and high heels. Her crystal blue eyes have the smallest flakes of gold that are shown off by the small highlights in her silky brown hair. She wears her hair down, always. It looks kind of messy, but in a good way.

Personality: Kail is energetic and humorous, but knows when to be serious. She is always sweet unless pushed the wrong way. She loves to flirt and enjoys being with men…a lot. Her dream though, is to settle down and have a family, though it looks like that will never come true.

Background: Raised by a village of light elves, Kail always enjoyed the smaller and funnier things in life. When she found out that she had been raised by elves that weren’t related to her, she ran away…far away. She was only about 12 at that time. She was soon found by one of the Light Elf King’s men and they raised her from that point, training her to be the only female assassin in the kingdom. She now goes on missions and hunts for people the king wants dead. She looked up records of her parents once, and found out that her parents had been hanged for loving one another, since it was a crime to marry another elf race. She wears a necklace from her father, though it is only a half of one. She knows somewhere, the other half is out there.

[Dude, you're right! They do have gangster smilies!:dance:]

[Kail]

Cold. The only word to describe the night as the sun had set what seemed so long ago. The paths and roads were rough, but that didn't phase Kail as she sprinted up and down them. Her heels sounded like they were going to crack, but she was on a mission.

Her white dress reflected the moon light as she ripped off her matching gloves so that, if needed, she could grip onto something. She was almost to the castle.

Rumors had hit her at the party of a possible attempt of murder tonight. And not of some mob hit by some guy who didn't pay his debt. Oh no, this attempt would be on the king.

"Keep running." Kail thought to herself.

[Ravynzyon]

A quick rush of white caught Alyx's eye, the sound of hurried heels catching her ears as well, and the faint scent of perfume nearly causing her to sneeze. What an odd scent it was, so incredibly sweet that no meadow Alyx had ever been in could match it, it was nauseating really, but that also meant it would be easy to follow.

She hurried across the rooftops, jumping the gaps between with light feet that made no sounds, watching the figure out of the corner of her eye when she began to catch up to her.

Who was she? A spy? Quite possibly...not a very good one if she smelled like that everywhere she went.

[Kail]

Kail was finally in the castle, bipassing every guard because she was well known here.

She threw the door open to the king's bedroom. She quickly looked down and stopped as she realized he was, uh, busy with a lady friend. This lady friend covered her body and looked embarrassed. The king did also and shouted at Kail, "What is the matter with you!?"

"Sir, I've been notified that there will be an attack on your life sometime tonight. And if I'm right, you will be killed. We need to get you to the safe room."

His face was shocked as two guards ushered the, um, "couple" out to the safe room.

[Ravynzyon]

[[I have no words for you ]]

Alyx watched the girl vanish into the castle and cursed, studying the guards and stifling a laugh. Guards? They called those pathetic vegetables guards?
She picked up a rock from the rooftop she was on and in her hand it began to smoothen out, as if her gloves had weathered it down to a glowing polish. She then tossed it towards the men and watched as they looked in that direction.

As soon as their attention diverted she stole the opportunity to jump onto one of the balconies of the palace, slipping through the curtains of the open doors completely unseen.

She picked up the girl's scent again down the hall, mixed with...
unmistakable.
Royal blood.
His.

She began to follow both scents, not paying any attention to the gorgeous and elegant environment she had entered, focusing only on stealth as she pushed back her hatred to listen to her senses.

[Kail]

Kail was still in the bedroom, now under the coverlet. But oh, not alone, but with the King's oldest son, Ryan.

No, nothing was happening.

She was staging. Ryan had the same structure as his father, and Kail believed she could fool this assasin into thinking he was the king...

Plus, Kail had always had a small crush on Ryan, so this was pretty cool.

[you still love me...]

[Ravynzyon]

[[I love how you use the word "cool" in a fantasy plot :P Talk about a yankee in king arthur's court. And duh I love you ]]

Alyx slowly placed her hand on the doorknob of the room...but this was too odd...too easy.
There were no guards by the door, not even a maidservant could be seen...
this wasnt usual, at least from the spy reports she had recieved. She looked around cautiously before creaking the door open, slipping in and then staring at the curious scene before her.

She just stared down at them.
Not speaking, barely breathing.
Waiting.

What the hell...

[Kail]

Kail could feel the assassin's presence in the room. She knew this looked weird, but to make it more realistic, she started making out with Ryan and making small noises.

[im laughing while typing]

She faintly heard two guards, maybe 200 feet away, talking and coming towards the bedroom.

Hopefully this would lead the assassin further into the room...