(Sorry but crappy intro post time... Also I usually write in third person but I'll change that if you want me to.)
Amethyst slipped out of her dormitory room. She had begged off of classes for the day because she was "sick." In truth she was just BORED. they never taught anything interesting or even half challenging in her classes, even though she was in the most "advanced" study group at the university. She glanced around the hallway, then, seeing no one around, opened the wooden shutters, backed up a few paces, and took a flying leap outside. Wincing as her shoulders popped when she clutched at a tree branch, Amethyst then hauled herself into the tangled mass of branches and, from a concealed hollow, withdrew her medicine bag, bow, quiver, and assortment of knives. Crossing everything over her slim shoulders, she slid down the tree and into its shadow. There was a public execution going on, she knew, but that didn't interest her. She killed because she had to, not because she wanted to, and she didn't enjoy seeing others' pain. Maybe she would go find some of the older Assassins and see if they had anything interesting to do.