At the shores of a river in the middle of nowhere exists a strange city, it's citizens have agreed to call it Ivaza, this comletly different to any other in the world. None knows ho built it, not evens the Ancient Gods do. But one thing is sure, Ivaza is some kind of magnet to all kind of strange beings: Witches, Vampires, Werevolves, Demons, Angels, Gods and many toher fairy talescreatures live in Ivaza.
Now then, what would the Gobernor of Ivaza say about all this? Nothing at all, it seems Ivaza has never had a Gobernor, the different clans of Vamires, Werevolves and others have been figthing for thousands of year for the control of the City, though they seem to have decided to some rest recently. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
In this RP your character will be able to: - Join any of the several factions that exist in the Ivaza, you can fight Players from other factions if they agree to. However you cn't go arround destrying factions as if you were terminator. You can also choose not to join any of the factions - Have job and a house. Family as well, be them NPC's or even another player. -Play as any kind of creature you wish, original cratures will need a brief description.
Name: Destiny Armela Age: 106 Race: Angel Powers: To grant wishes and prayers. House picture:
Job: Waitress Character bio:
It may seem strange, but Destiny wasn't born from god but is still considered a pure angel. How? Because both of her parents were angels. It doesn't happen often, but it did for her. She was an angel and her title quickly became the angel of wishes. At first she thought the job was great. She loved how much she could give to people and how much they enjoyed the item. For years she answered every ones prayers and wishes, but soon, it overwhelmed her. Humans began to get greedy over it. She got sick of it all of it. She wanted a break but angels don't get breaks.
Humans kept getting greedier and greedier, and so did her hatred. At first they only called her when they needed help severely, now they called her because they wanted ice cream. She had enough of all of it. So instead of granting there wishes when she was called, she made the opposite happen. She let the worst worst thing in the world happen to them. She stopped caring about them, there for her parents shunned her, telling her that, "Shes worst then the humans she always complained about." After being told these words, she ran away, which was when she came to Ivasa. She got a job and began working keeping her profile low. At this point of her life she granted a few wishes here and there, but they would always come with a price.
~"Forgive me, my dear, but I'm afraid I must kill you."~
~ALENA CARTHENWALD~
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Age: 28
Province of Origin: Malva
Occupation: Assassin for hire
House:
Weapons:
_Lachrymose_
A light shortsword. Easy to wield with one hand and indeed agile, giving enough ample speed and leverage for swift parries and counter-attacks and quick slashes and thrusts, though it is less damaging compared to larger, more robust swords.
_Miseria_
A short steel dagger for close ranged stealth kills, small and concealable under any circumstances. There's a special compartment in the hilt of the dagger for a vial of poison.
_Raven's Feathers_
Sharpened and honed for the utmost aerodynamic design. They can be deployed rapidly in a cloud of deadly projectiles or used for a discreet, far ranged kill, maybe to get rid of a pesky guard or two (Maximum Limit: 12)
_Wind of Thanatos_
Only for those situations when accuracy is favored over close brutality. A special bow given to her by the Ravenhead, the arrows are magically imbued with a damaging poison upon every draw and grants the user the distinct Death's Eye, allowing them to see further and in more clarity than the average mortal. (Limit: 23 Arrows)
Magick: Shadow magick
Skills: Alena is skilled in both one handed and two handed melee combat and is a dead-eye in marksmanship. she is also an expert when it comes to parkour/free running, able to leap and bound and flow gracefully atop the city roofs and high passages. As for stealth, Alena is like a spirit looming upon you when you least expect her. You will never know she's there, until she's kissed your cheek and stuck her blade through your heart. ~"Farewell, my darling. Parting is such sweet sorrow."~ <3
Bio:
-BITTERSWEET REVENGE-
House-Carthenwald was once the most prominent of families who were part of the aristocracy of Karstberg, capital and main shipping hub of the Province of Malva. Alena's father, Magnus, was the head of Carthenwald Logistics Magnate, an illustrious company that operated in the Market District, selling and trading rare goods that were gathered from all across the globe. He shared the business with his half brother and Alena's uncle, Venius, yet rebuked Venius' idea that the company should be dealing arms and armaments instead of rare spices and such, as he did not wish to be a merchant of blood. Little did he know this would have consequences. Magnus fell in love later on with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Alena.
Twas thanks to her mother that Alena was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. When she turned thirteen, Magnus entrusted his business to her, along with all of his riches. It was an action that further angered Venius, and soon he retaliated in violence. One night, a band of mercenaries hired by Venius stormed the Carthenwald Manor. Magnus was slain trying to defend his home and his family and Marianne was later murdered by the men. Alena survived the attack, unaware that Venius was the orchestrator of this vile action. As she watched her family's illustrious and elegant manor erupt in flames, she fled from the city and towards the forest in fear of her own life still being forfeit.
She was attacked there upon by a gang of ruthless bandits, but rescued by a man in a dark cloak and form-fitting armor. He was Matthias Grimm, the head of a secret and illegal guild of assassins known simply as the Coven of Thorns, not to mention a worshiper of the God of Death. Matthias saw great potential in Alena more or less as a whipped pup that lacked training, judging by the pain she harbored for the loss of her beloved family and noted upon her desire to punish those responsible. So he inducted her into the Coven. It was a baptism in blood for Alena. For the next thirteen years, she endured the Coven's brutal and often fatal training regiment, shattering away the innocence of an aristocratic young girl and shaping her down into a weapon of cold lethality. She took upon herself the most daunting of assignments, often times placing her in the thick of peril, yet she would return successful and unscathed. Yet, after all these years serving the Coven, she still clung to her main goal, revenge....
It wasn't till later upon investigating the ruins of her family home for her own that she discovered the perpetrator of those vile crimes years ago, Venius Carthenwald, now head of her father's company, usurper of her family legacy. And as though fate could not be cruel enough, Venius became one of her clients. Though seething with rage behind clenched teeth, Alena met with her loathsome uncle and a contract was arranged, Venius now seeking to forego business and aspire to higher...more political ambitions. It would be the most prolific assassination ever carried out by the Coven, the murder of Karstberg's Lord Governor.
Months went into planning the attack, Alena and Matthias working tirelessly to make the perfect arrangements for the Governor's death. Soon came the day destined, but though the assassination went smoothly....everything after...fell into Oblivion. Once Alena met with Venius to confirm the kill, she was caught by his mercenaries and stripped of her cloak, revealing her identity to him, yet in fact he knew all along. He tried to have her killed, but without much effort she slew his sellswords and him as well. Upon his dying breath however, he snickered, Now I've slain BOTH your families.
These words, they struck fear into her heart. She raced from the city back to the forest, again that damning smell of smoke looming about the air and the ghastly vermilion glow emanating through the trees. It was just as Venius proclaimed so wicked and arrogantly even in death....the Coven had been put to the sword. Amidst the burning rubble of the Coven Sanctuary, Alena searched for survivors, sustaining a few scathing wounds as a wooden beam graced her shoulder. Neither she could find, all around her the assassins lying dead. But then she heard a cough, ragged and filled with smoke. It was Matthias, impaled by a blade into the wall, yet still breathing barely. In his last waking hours upon the realm of the living, he had but one last request for Alena, his protege.......live, go and seek life elsewhere but Karstberg, fly upon the Raven's wings to sanctuary.
Alena honored his request and with tears in her eyes she granted the suffering old man eternal rest.
From that day on, Alena has traveled from continent to continent, never giving up the life of an assassin. She has still kept with the old traditions as well, taking contracts and fulfilling them at her own discretion. She's made a hefty sum of gold, though she resumes to live a meager existence, hidden beyond the veil of shadows. Now in Ivaza, she seeks a life of solitude and serenity, but....it appears fate would not deem it so, for wherever she goes there are more contracts to fulfill and more blood to spill.
~"What? Pardon me, sir, but I'm not that much of a monster."~
Other: There isn't much difficulty in getting along with Alena. Likewise, she is witty and has a very charming charisma about herself. She can be quite flirty and romantic at times too (mostly towards other women), but she fears growing too attached to people, especially if they may end up being her target one day. When she doesn't have her hands wet with blood, she enjoys strolls about the city and catching a few operas. She's not afraid to use her womanly charms either to get what she wants. As an assassin however, she can be cold and methodical, even downright ruthless when it comes to dealing with her targets.
@Always I've been in a few of Iron's RPs. It takes a while to get up and running because Iron's in the military and I guess they're busy alot of the time.
@IronWill Also wanna say thank you for your service and be safe out there. ^__^
