Heiress of Ice — Roleplayer Guild

"Could you really love a cold blooded killer like me?" Silence enveloped the only living breathing inhabitants of the museum, a young man and a masked woman holding the diamond skull which she had skillfully just stolen without any hint of detection. The woman smirked at the mans shocked expression, knowing there was no doubt left in his mind who the woman in front of him truly was. If only she hadn't taken ill that day, if only he had been at the bar like he should've been after the last shift of his work week, she wouldn't be in the position she was now. She wouldn't have to kill him dead in order to get away with her life. This had been her last mission, her last job, after that she had sworn that she would bury her past and be with him. But of course he had to just follow her here, to figure out if she was the one committing all the thefts at the museum. They had been child hood friends, their mothers bringing them together for play dates so they could gossip and over all just catch up on life. 

Her first mission had been to kill her very own mother, the final test in order to complete her training as it would make sure that she would have no connection to this world other than her job. She would live for this job, and she would die for it too as her mother had done before her. That day something snapped inside of her, made her personality split down the middle. There would always be a part of her who could return to a normal life but the other was that of a cold blooded murder, someone who would get he mission done no matter what. She could still remember so clearly how he had promised her that one day they'd find their way back to each other again, and though fate was kind to that promise the timing was absolutely horrible. Now she had to kill her child hood friend, knowing fully well he had been about to propose to her. She could see his mouth parting slightly, trying to figure out what exactly to say. 

'This isn't like you!' she knew was one of the most common phrases, but did he really know her now after all this time apart. He took a few steps towards her, making it easy for her to shoot him directly through his heart. "Yes." Was the single word that came out of his mouth, causing her to doubt herself, something that went against everything she knew. Her blood red eyes fluttered close as she redirected the gun at her own chest, her finger tugging the trigger which ended the silence with a huge explosion. He held her as he awaited the ambulances arrival, the woman barely clinging to life as she she tried desperately to wipe away his tears. "You're the only person who could." She murmured before losing consciousness, the flashing lights of the emergency transport vehicle bouncing off the walls of the museum too late. 

Or were they just on time?

This role play will take place before my characters final job, and possibly afterwards as well. As this was just the preview, if you're interested in hearing what I have in mind please inquire over private messages please. I will be taking about three people maximum for this idea. I tried to be vague to give us some room to work with for your character so this idea is very much able to be changed, but again if you enjoyed the preview above we can discuss everything over private messages. Below are some general rules and thanks for reading through everything.

Hope you enjoyed the read if anything and I hope to see some interest soon!

1.) All rules on this site must be abided by.

2.) Don't just disappear on me. If you are gone for a month without warning I will assume you're uninterested.

3.) Have fun. If you're not having fun please tell me, I'll be more upset if you flake rather than if you were to tell me the truth.

4.) I need friendly chit-chat to keep me truly interested like a Vampire needs blood. So don't be afraid to ask me anything, I'm an open book.

5.) Please be over 18 years old. I personally fade out (just because I don't like writing sexual content) but that doesn't mean there won't be other adult themes.

6.) Please be able to write at least two to three paragraphs in third person past tense. And for the love of everything, no text talk.
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