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Yay, I'm so excited for this!
This map is a basic map of the civil war. Dark blue standing for the Union, light blue standing for the border states, red for the Confederates, and white for territories not belonging to the U.S quite yet.
During the civil war, most southern states decided to succeed from the Union. They had their reasons, one being that they wanted slavery to be legalized, and two that they wanted to be their own country because they wanted slaver. The Union, on the other hand, would not stand for this. The Confederates started the Civil War by storming Fort Sumter, angering the Union. Though President Lincoln did not really want to go to war, he was forced into it by this attack.
This is where the twist is set in. The Assassins sided with the Union, wanting equality for all races, while the Templars sided with the Confederacy. The Assassins have developed the will to win this war just as much as the Templars, causing the ultimate feud to erupt from the flames of battle. Though the Assassins are not yet known to the Union Government, they continue to destroy plans of the Confederates, wreaking havoc for the Confederate President Davis. They have already stricken a critical blow to the Confederates by assisting the slaves by helping them cross to the Union. The Templars have
The Templars have the advantage here, fighting in familiar territory. They also fight hard to gain alliances with other countries, such as France, in this war. Though they have less industry, they have traditional military training that gives them a huge bonus on the ground. The Templars have a large disadvantage, though, of not having a good naval army. The Templars have been hunting down Assassin hideouts and burning them to the ground, occasionally killing Master Assassins in the event.
The Assassins, on the other hand, have an amazing naval army. Being a larger area, they also have a larger population willing to fight in the war. Unfortunately, they are fighting in unfamiliar territory, and have poor military skills as far as fighting goes. They have already stricken a critical blow to the Confederates by assisting the slaves by helping them cross to the Union. The Templars have begun to strike back by capturing some of the Assassins found with these slaves. Some killed, some tortured, the Assassins are in danger of being killed off. As long as captured Assassins say nothing, it is hoped that they will stay safe.
Assassin Squads:
There are four Assassin Squads, each with a specialty in combat. Not all squads get along though, so you better be careful who you mess with.
Squad One: Brutes
Brutes are the heavier equipped Assassins. They can have anything from axes to clubs.
Squad Two: Shadows
Shadows are the stealthiest of the squads. They usually use the Hidden Blade as their weapon.
Squad Three: Rangers
Rangers use mainly guns as their weapon. Usually they keep a distance from the huge fights, but rather fight from a rooftop or other high place.
Squad Four: Navigators
Navigators plan out most of their moves. Usually they use swords during combat.
Templars may not have squads, but they are equally powerful in war without them, as they may all be skilled in several areas of combat.
Assassin (Union) Ranks:
Initiate
Recruit
Footpad
Veteran
True Assassin
Master Assassin
Templar (Confederate) Ranks:
Recruit
Soldier
Veteran
General
Naval Commander
Assassin Hunter
Who will win this war, the Assassins or the Templars? How will it be done, will the Templars successfully take down every Master Assassin, or will the Assassins finally free the slaves and end the bloodbath? Time to find out, hop on in the Animus, choose your allegiance, and fight for your side!
Sure thing, I gotta go though, so I may not get to it until tomorrow :/
Name: Doctor Sharpp (A.K.A Doc)
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Appearance:
(Just pretend the flame is a healing spell/ability)
Personality: A humble man with great instincts. He may not look the part, but odds are he's one of the friendliest people you'll ever meet. That is, unless your on his bad side. Doc is not very skilled with blades, but he is determined to use them, especially since he was taken to the mansion carrying one. He was a medical aid in the military before he learned of his healing abilities.
Fear(s): Loss of Focus, Being Responsible for Death, Not Living Up to Expectations
Ability: With focus and willpower, he can heal any living thing in a matter of minutes
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Short History: Doc worked in the military for eighteen years as a medical aid until he was taken. He was stationed in a foreign country to make sure the spies were always healthy when they went out for duty. The city in which he was stationed in was filled with market places, and being Doc, he could not resist the temptation of hunger. He entered the market place to find some grub. It all looked much better than the crap they were fed in the military.
He had plenty of cash, so he was excited to be able to spend it for once. He bought several of the many sandwiches they had there and many homemade foods. He had just payed for them when he felt as if he were being watched. He hurried away, heading back to the safe-house. He exited the crowded market place and stalked toward the safe-house which was only a few blocks away from the stores. He glanced behind him to see a hooded figure following him, though making an effort to seem like he was not.
Doc knew that there was a museum on the way, so he climbed the steps and entered. He had not taken the time to read what the museum was about, but he was glad it was free entry. Inside, swords, cannons, and clothes from several different wars were scattered around. He rushed through them, though curiosity got to him a few times. He saw the swords and was immediately pulled in. He could not feel the eyes of the stalker on him any more and decided that it was safe.
Little did he know, that the stalker was right behind him. He turned to walk to a new area of antiques, but ran right into the hooded figure. By military instinct, he reached behind him and grabbed the leather hilt of a sword, holding in front of him.
"Leave me alone!" he shouted, but it did nothing.
The hooded figured said nothing, and reached for another sword, swinging it at Doc. Doc ducked away, hesitantly swing it back to the figure. Without any idea of what happened, his world went black. He heard a few whispers as his vision faded in and out periodically, but could never make out anything. Before he knew it, he awoke in a small basement with a few other people.
Other: Refuses to give his real name to people, so he calls himself Doc Sharpp. Both are fake, but he prefers to keep his identity secret because he knows nobody that The Collector has collected.
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Appearance:
(Just pretend the flame is a healing spell/ability)
Personality: A humble man with great instincts. He may not look the part, but odds are he's one of the friendliest people you'll ever meet. That is, unless your on his bad side. Doc is not very skilled with blades, but he is determined to use them, especially since he was taken to the mansion carrying one. He was a medical aid in the military before he learned of his healing abilities.
Fear(s): Loss of Focus, Being Responsible for Death, Not Living Up to Expectations
Ability: With focus and willpower, he can heal any living thing in a matter of minutes
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Short History: Doc worked in the military for eighteen years as a medical aid until he was taken. He was stationed in a foreign country to make sure the spies were always healthy when they went out for duty. The city in which he was stationed in was filled with market places, and being Doc, he could not resist the temptation of hunger. He entered the market place to find some grub. It all looked much better than the crap they were fed in the military.
He had plenty of cash, so he was excited to be able to spend it for once. He bought several of the many sandwiches they had there and many homemade foods. He had just payed for them when he felt as if he were being watched. He hurried away, heading back to the safe-house. He exited the crowded market place and stalked toward the safe-house which was only a few blocks away from the stores. He glanced behind him to see a hooded figure following him, though making an effort to seem like he was not.
Doc knew that there was a museum on the way, so he climbed the steps and entered. He had not taken the time to read what the museum was about, but he was glad it was free entry. Inside, swords, cannons, and clothes from several different wars were scattered around. He rushed through them, though curiosity got to him a few times. He saw the swords and was immediately pulled in. He could not feel the eyes of the stalker on him any more and decided that it was safe.
Little did he know, that the stalker was right behind him. He turned to walk to a new area of antiques, but ran right into the hooded figure. By military instinct, he reached behind him and grabbed the leather hilt of a sword, holding in front of him.
"Leave me alone!" he shouted, but it did nothing.
The hooded figured said nothing, and reached for another sword, swinging it at Doc. Doc ducked away, hesitantly swing it back to the figure. Without any idea of what happened, his world went black. He heard a few whispers as his vision faded in and out periodically, but could never make out anything. Before he knew it, he awoke in a small basement with a few other people.
Other: Refuses to give his real name to people, so he calls himself Doc Sharpp. Both are fake, but he prefers to keep his identity secret because he knows nobody that The Collector has collected.
Ok, cool! I'll work on a CS asap, but first I'm gonna inform a friend of mine about this, he knows way more people than I do xD
I'm stupid, never mind I see how many, I missed that T_T
I'm interested, but first, how many paragraphs do you usually post? I can do anywhere from 1-5. I can do more, but usually after 5 it gets a bit dry.
Wow, this sounds awesome! I'm really interested in this.
Pitch scanned his new room, checking every single inch of the place. It was nice, it had an odd feeling to it. Well, as odd as a madman could say it was. There was a large bed, covered in a soft red fabric, and sat atop a stone frame. On the head frame, it had something engraved in it, but Pitch couldn't tell what it was. Beside the bed, there was an ornate wooden table, covered in interesting curves and lines. There was a lantern set on the table, the ember flickering wildly.
Pitch sat on the bed sideways, his feet resting on the table, dangerously close to the flames of the lantern. He sat there a while, his eyes closed, comprehending what had happened and how he'd gotten here. His foot twitched, knocking the lantern over and extinguishing the flames. The only light coming from the room came from the window, which was, unfortunately, small and directly above his bed.
The light from the lantern dispersed, he still lay on the bed until he fell asleep. He awoke later the same day in complete darkness. He jumped up, groping at the walls until he found the window. The sun was not setting, but rising. For a moment, he thought that it was the middle of the night. He let out a sigh of relief and plopped back onto his bed, pulling the table closer. He reached underneath his bed, grabbing some parchment and a quill that he had stored down there. He set them both on the table, and began to write. He thought it would be a good idea to keep a journal. He picked up the lantern and lit it once more, the light dancing in the darkness.
Entry One, Day One
Today was not as easy as I expected, but it went well. I went through a quick test of my skill, something with demons and such. Afterwards, I spoke Lucilia. I assume she handles most new students. I finally got my room and had a chance to rest. It is funny, how my journey took me here, spending so much time and succesfully making it alive and well. Thus far it has gone fairly smoothly. I hope that it will stay like that, but I get the odd feeling that it won't.
Pitch Black
He glanced at it once, before lifting up a pillow and sliding it beneath it. Pitch stared into the lantern's flames as his shadow flickered on the wall beside him. The sun rose, but he closed his eyes anyway and returned to sleep.
Pitch sat on the bed sideways, his feet resting on the table, dangerously close to the flames of the lantern. He sat there a while, his eyes closed, comprehending what had happened and how he'd gotten here. His foot twitched, knocking the lantern over and extinguishing the flames. The only light coming from the room came from the window, which was, unfortunately, small and directly above his bed.
The light from the lantern dispersed, he still lay on the bed until he fell asleep. He awoke later the same day in complete darkness. He jumped up, groping at the walls until he found the window. The sun was not setting, but rising. For a moment, he thought that it was the middle of the night. He let out a sigh of relief and plopped back onto his bed, pulling the table closer. He reached underneath his bed, grabbing some parchment and a quill that he had stored down there. He set them both on the table, and began to write. He thought it would be a good idea to keep a journal. He picked up the lantern and lit it once more, the light dancing in the darkness.
Entry One, Day One
Today was not as easy as I expected, but it went well. I went through a quick test of my skill, something with demons and such. Afterwards, I spoke Lucilia. I assume she handles most new students. I finally got my room and had a chance to rest. It is funny, how my journey took me here, spending so much time and succesfully making it alive and well. Thus far it has gone fairly smoothly. I hope that it will stay like that, but I get the odd feeling that it won't.
Pitch Black
He glanced at it once, before lifting up a pillow and sliding it beneath it. Pitch stared into the lantern's flames as his shadow flickered on the wall beside him. The sun rose, but he closed his eyes anyway and returned to sleep.
Indigo couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Shourei's introduction. He listened to everybody else's introductions, taking in as much about them as he could. Learning more about his classmates would probably give him a better idea of what h'd gotten himself into. As far as he could tell, they were all pretty cool people. He had his suspicions, though, but set them aside and ignored them.
After a little while, he grew a bit bored and missed a couple introductions, in which he scolded himself for soon after he realized it. He thought back to a time when he was new to the country, clueless about where to go, what to say, how to do anything, really. Not paying attention could make him miss critical details, instructions, chances to do things. Unfortunately, he learned that the hard way not once, but a few times. Indigo snapped out of his flashback, now realizing that it was a good time to make himself known.
He knew he would be looked at like a stranger, obviously not originally being from Japan, but he hoped he could change that. Maybe, just maybe, he could make himself a good reputation. "Hello, my name is Indigo Q'loer. 18 years of age. I'm going for a major in creative writing." he paused a moment before clearing his throat and continuing. "And before anyone asks, si (yes), I am not from here. I come from Italia (Italy). It's a pleasure to meet you all, and I look forward to getting to know you.
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He ran his fingers through his spiky brown hair. "As far as love goes," he said, " I think that it is not what's on the outside, it's what is on the inside, It would be a shame for somebody to only love somebody for what they look like, not how they treat you and others, would it not?" Indigo looked around, hoping that they took it as a valid point.
"Grazie (Thank You)." he said, and took his seat once again. He realized that he had been using Italian often during his introduction. He knew some of it would not be understood and made it a personal goal to stop his habit, at least while in front of people. He shoved his hand into his pocket and retrieved a small piece of gum, tossing it into his mouth.
After a little while, he grew a bit bored and missed a couple introductions, in which he scolded himself for soon after he realized it. He thought back to a time when he was new to the country, clueless about where to go, what to say, how to do anything, really. Not paying attention could make him miss critical details, instructions, chances to do things. Unfortunately, he learned that the hard way not once, but a few times. Indigo snapped out of his flashback, now realizing that it was a good time to make himself known.
He knew he would be looked at like a stranger, obviously not originally being from Japan, but he hoped he could change that. Maybe, just maybe, he could make himself a good reputation. "Hello, my name is Indigo Q'loer. 18 years of age. I'm going for a major in creative writing." he paused a moment before clearing his throat and continuing. "And before anyone asks, si (yes), I am not from here. I come from Italia (Italy). It's a pleasure to meet you all, and I look forward to getting to know you.
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He ran his fingers through his spiky brown hair. "As far as love goes," he said, " I think that it is not what's on the outside, it's what is on the inside, It would be a shame for somebody to only love somebody for what they look like, not how they treat you and others, would it not?" Indigo looked around, hoping that they took it as a valid point.
"Grazie (Thank You)." he said, and took his seat once again. He realized that he had been using Italian often during his introduction. He knew some of it would not be understood and made it a personal goal to stop his habit, at least while in front of people. He shoved his hand into his pocket and retrieved a small piece of gum, tossing it into his mouth.
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