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SτoʀʏThe world today is full of insane and crazy people, but not as neurotic as a group known as the Assassins. This group feels its their job to rid the world of people they think are "unfit" to live.
Over the years people have been disappearing yearly, and more often than not they are never found. What happens to these disappearing people is much less mysterious than expected, Assassins gather 5-10 people every year and bring them to what they like to call "the fun zone". Its an area of woods, in which the group of people are dropped and forced to live while the Assassins pick them off one by one like deer, ridding the world of these undesirables. The Assassins however may have nabbed their hardest game yet, the new group that they have dropped off though isn't ordinary, they have the will to fight back, well at least most of them.
They are not together though, all of them have decided them themselves, seeing as they don't know they aren't the only ones in the woods. There are those that are being hunted and those who are the hunters. Only the hunters know the difference but the prey does not. Good luck keeping your life.  |
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:16 am
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Rules
1. No godmodding, autohitting, etc.
2. Romance is greatly encouraged, but no one wants to see cybering, it's against the TOS anyways!
3. If you want to kill someone please pm them and me first.
4. This is a semi-literate rp, mainly because I know that sometimes it is hard to type a whole 5 sentences on a word to word answer to a question, However, if you can, keep the one-liners to a minimum.
5. For OOC please use [[]]; (()) ; {{}}.
6.You may have as many characters as you like, but please keep up with them.
7. If you wish to join please PM me your profile with the subject titled "Apple Crisp" so I know you read the rules.
8. Wait until I add your profile to start RPing.
9. Have FUN!
!ⒶNNOUNCEMENTS!
Open slots for both sides, apply now! |
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:17 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:25 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 10:38 am
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Aϲϲερtεɗ Ρɾofilεs
a**ɑssiηs
 Gaian name: Alivia Latoire
Name: Alivia
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Personality: Alivia is a ruthless killer, she loves what she does and doesn't ever think about anything else.
Bio: The annual hunt is the only thing she looks forward to and this year is going to be the year she will win and kill the most prey.
Alivia grew up with the Assassins, when her father died a new leader of the Assassins was to be named. The only way to become the leader is to kill the most prey in the annual hunt. You may only be ruler for one year but its worth it. Alivia feels this is her year and she's not going to back down.
Side: Assassins
 Gaian name: minus infinity
Name: Stella
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Personality: Stubborn and fiercely independent, and with an addictive personality. She kills for the rush of it, like getting a fix.
Bio: Stella had a happy childhood, but when she was a teenager she began to experiment. She got tattoos, smoked, drank and took drugs, among other things. She was quickly addicted, and when her parents found out they gave her a choice: get clean or you're on your own. Stella chose the latter, and she's never looked back.
Side: Assassins
Gaian name: BingWangzhi
Name: Maori
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Personality: Mysterious, evasive and quiet. He shows no remorse or emotion upon killing another whether the person is a prey or not.
Bio: Since he was young, Maori was trained to kill, without any parents and only guardians who serve the assassin leader, he was also put to vigorous training to tone his fighting skill. Maori made little interaction with the ones around him and only spoke when he absolutely had to.
Side:Assasins
 Gaian name: Eternal_PrinceOfFire
Name: Adrian Eisenherz
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Personality: Extremely cold, ruthless, and sadistic. Considers showing mercy an act of treason punishable by death.
Bio: Adrian grew up believing that only the strong should be allowed to survive and that the weak needed to be weeded out. Eventually Adrian joined the Assassins so that he could learn how to carry out his plan. Adrian feels no guilt in eliminating those he feels do not deserve the right to live.
With gaining the most kills the previous year, Adrian was named the current head assassin. He hopes to keep the title with this year's game.
Side (Assassins/The Hunted): Assassins
 Gaian name: spartan309
Name: Darius
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male
Personality: Darius is an assortment of personalities mixed into one. He could be a maniacal and twisted killer who enjoys slow death, or a rather lazy person who'd let the catch get away just cause he didn't want to give chase. Added to that he's a masochist, sadist, and enjoys sexual favors. However, is isn't a leader at all. He'd rather follow than lead.
Bio: Darius grew up a terrible child, causing mischief wherever he went. As he grew older, his mischief grew in size and danger to others. Soon enough, he began to kill animals, finding enjoyment in their squeals of pain and misery. He even started slashing himself, getting a pleasurable feeling of the knife going through his skin. With each animal killed, it increased his hunger to kill actual humans. He decided to join the assassins just to quench his thirst and never looked back on his decision. While most try to become number one and lead for the next year, Darius doesn't care at all for the position just as long as he can have his fun.
Side: Assassins
Hυntεɗ
 Gaian name: minus infinity
Name: Carly Baylis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Feminine and bright, but very ornery when she doesn't get her way. An upset Carly is a force to be reckoned with.
Bio: Carly was always a bit spoiled, and still prefers for things to go her way; she still might resort to tantrums when it doesn't. Because of this, she doesn't make friends easily, and even when she does they get tired of her very quickly. Carly was raised with her younger sister in extravagance and got used to getting what she wanted all the time, and also learned to love the spotlight. When she feels slighted, she will exact revenge. The last thing she remembers before being abducted is saying goodnight to her family and getting ready for bed.
Side: The Hunted
 Gaian name: Alivia Latoire
Name: Victoria Esher
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Victoria is a fairly smart girl, but she doesn't like to put up with bullcrap.
Bio: Victoria lived a fairly boring life. She never did anything that she would regret later. As far as she knew she'd done nothing wrong in her life, that is until one day a women approached her and asked her what her role in life was. When she didn't know how to answer the women shook her head in disapproval before hitting her over the head, knocking her out.
Side: The Hunted
Gaian name: BingWangzhi
Name: Henry Cobalt
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Snobby, passive-aggressive and demanding
Bio: Henry grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, he lived far away from rest of the population in a big estate sheltered by the guards of his father, But one day, everything took a turn for the worst. A group of bandits raided his home, not those regular thieves though, they were well equipped and highly trained to fight. Henry could hear the screams of his maids just before their throat was slit and just as he thought the worst was over, Henry crept out of his closet to make sure the coast was clear but as he was about to bolt for it, someone grabbed him by the collar and smacked his face square on the ground. The last thing he heard was his father screaming his name and then nothing...
Side: Hunted
 Gaian name: lil_lollypop1
Name: Diana
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Diana is frigid and calculating, often referred to as an ice queen. She's often daydreaming and doesn't do well with others.
Bio: Diana was an orphan taken in by the government. When she showed promise at an early age, she was given scholarships to be sent to schools for gifted children since no one wanted to adopt her. She aced every mental puzzle they could throw at her without hardly a thought, but was physically weaker then the average person. She often said little to nothing and showed no emotion. Instead of interacting with others, she often sat by herself in a daze. Even as she got older, she didn't change and had little to no interest in other people. After graduating college very early and getting a good job as an engineer, people found her extremely difficult to be around. One night, she happened to stumble across some assassins chasing after a boy, and in the midst of the onslaught, she was mistaken for the boy, knocked out, and taken instead.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 1:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 3:09 pm
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 2:17 pm
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✴✴✴✴✴✴ Ѵɩϲϯoɾɩɑ Єsɦϵɾ ✴✴✴✴✴✴
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✥ Hunted ✥ Woods
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✴ Everything first came back fuzzy and thick, the street lights, the rain falling lightly on her jacket as she was talking to the strange woman on the street, then the hard smack to the side of her head. She remembered the feel of the cool wet pavement on her cheek before everything went black. Victoria slowly opened her eyes as the bright sunlight filtered in from the leaves above, the ground was damp, so it must have rained there too, you could also smell it in the air. She stood up rubbing the side of her head were she could feel a lump had formed. What the hell happened? she thought to herself as she carefully took in her surroundings. Trees, everywhere she looked there were trees. Though in the background the faint sound of a brook could be heard, birds flew above her head and were busy talking to each other as well as the other wild life in the forest. Victoria looked down at her clothes and saw she was wearing the same thing as when that lady attacked her, she was still so confused on what the hell had happened, but she knew that shelter and a fire would be much needed when it starts to get dark so she decided to figure this all out later and for now try and find water and a good place to rest.
She decided to head toward the sound of the brook. The forest was mainly evergreen and oak trees, though she could pick out a few birch and maple trees as she walked, those nature hikes with her parents actually were useful. The brook finally came into view, and though it was tiny, it was fast moving and fresh, that was a good sign. Victoria decided to follow it down stream in case it filtered into a bigger stream, river, or even better, bigger body of water. Which in turn would hopefully hold civilization. As she walked Victoria picked up little sticks that would be good for a fire and kept a keen eye on the brook for any rocks that could be used to get a few sparks.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 6:46 pm
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▐ *Hunted*▐ *Woods*▐
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“Noo stop, please don’t hurt her” Henry pleaded the masked bandit to set his beloved mother free, but the man just smirked and drew his knife in contact with her neck. “Now, just watch boy…”, another bandit who was holding him still fixated his head at the direction of his awestruck mother just before he dragged the knife across her neck. Blood spattered across the floor staining the wooden panels. Henry struggled vigorously in the bandit’s hold, and slammed his full body weight onto him, taking advantage of his loss of grip, instead of charging towards the door, he ran towards his dead mother, applying pressure on her gash. Blood was streaming everywhere, out of the wound on her neck and out of her mouth, she tried to speak but the blood was slowly choking her, escalating her time of death. “Please mum, don’t speak, just close your eyes and sleep” as if doing as she was told, her eyes slowly drifted to a close. Henry leaned in and clutched her stale body against his, feeling her warmth slowly disintegrating. The bandits interrupted the mourning stage by grabbing on his collar, distancing him from his dead mother, Henry resisted, fighting the grip of the bandit once again but this time, the bandit was not taking any chances. He balled up his fist and jabbed directly at his nose, knocking Henry out cold.
The smell of blood and dried leaves filled his nose; his eyes struggled to open with the glistening sun ray shining on him, he was in jungle-looking place. Henry got up and balanced himself against a tree trunk, reaching over his face to touch the source of pain, his nose. Upon contact, an electrifying pain spread throughout his body. He knew that he had dislocated his nose but could not quite remember how. Without a thought, Henry curled up his index and middle finger, both by either sides of his nose and tugged on it hard, downwards. He let out a loud shriek of pain, “AAHHH! F*ck..” blood came gushing down his nose staining his right hand, red. To stop the bleeding, Henry tore the edge of his shirt and pressed the cloth on his nose. He sighed at the state he was in and pressed on further into the woods in search for water.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 10:05 pm
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 1:48 am
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cαяℓу вαуℓιs
Carly opened the door that led into her bedroom and went in, having said goodnight to her parents and sister. The dog barked once, but then was quiet, and Carly felt no sense of danger until it was already too late.
She woke now, feeling disoriented and a bit sore, as though she had been handled roughly. When she opened her eyes, she found not her pillows but the earth, slightly damp from rainfall, and she initially thought she might be hallucinating. But no, this was definitely not her bedroom. She was in the forest, for some reason. Why was she in the forest? She had never been one to sleepwalk. Had she been brought here, and if so, why? Was anyone else here?
A harsh exclamation and an obscenity were her answer, and Carly slowly sat up with curiosity. About ten feet from her was a boy she assumed to be close to her age, dirty and bedraggled and bleeding horrifically from his nose. She looked down at herself to find she wasn't in much better shape: her pink silk nightgown was stained with dirt and torn in places, and her slippers were gone; her bare feet were dirty and felt like they were asleep. Her hair would be a mess, she knew that much just by imagining what it normally looked like when she woke up in the morning. Carly felt a stab of embarrassment about how she must have looked, because she normally took pride in her appearance. She watched as the boy with the nosebleed walked away, probably off to search for supplies or something, and she belatedly realized that she should probably get up too. Slowly, she wiggled her toes in an effort to awaken her feet and then clenched her teeth as a burning sensation told her it had worked. Then, after a few more moments of sitting and looking around, she stood. There was an initial feeling of being lightheaded, but it passed after a few moments. Carly simply stood, wondering what to do. There were probably others that were already collecting firewood and rocks and other such things, she told herself. She was still tired, anyway. Maybe she could go back to sleep and when she woke up, she would be in her bedroom and realize this had all been a horrible nightmare. She would smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen downstairs and hear the sounds of the sink and the shower and the teapot, and then she could go downstairs and join her family for breakfast.
She lay down and was able to lull herself to sleep with these thoughts, unaware that she was the only one in her family whose life had been temporarily spared.
▸ Location: Woods
▸ Feeling: groggy and confused
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 8:35 am
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✥ Hunted ✥ Woods
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✴ Victoria had to of walked a good mile or so and now had an armful of sticks, the rough bark of them was scratching up her arms as she carried on, kind of in a lucid trance. She knew where she was and what she was doing, but had no inclination as to where she was headed and why she was doing what she was doing. After about another ten minutes or so she just stopped and looked around, finally breaking her trudging trance. ❝I guess this is as good of a place as any❞ she said to herself as she let the sticks slide out from her arms and come crashing to the ground. The place she finally stopped at was not as dense as the forest was were she had started her trek. The brook had grown in size slightly and had gained a slightly sandy embankment. She walked to the edge of the water and placed her hands in it, letting the cool liquid pass over her skin, it was refreshing and kind of brought Victoria back to her senses. She skimmed the shore looking for any good sized rocks. As she was picking them up and inspecting them she happen to look down and see a small flat rectangular shaped rock poking out from a grouping of rocks,❝No way!❞. She reached down and pulled the rock out, it was flint, a chunk of flint just sitting on a forest floor. Normally she would question it, but the day getting darker and the air getting cooler pushed those questions to the back of Victoria's mind as the thought of a warm fire was well on the forefront.
Victoria quickly put together a few small sticks and a bundle of dried grass and birch bark she found on her hike in the middle of them. She held the flint in one hand and an angled rock in the other, she clashed the two together and a spray of sparks landed on the birch bark and dried grass, nothing. She tried again and nothing, this was shaping out to be harder than she imagined. Okay Victoria you can do this, she thought to herself as she moved her hands with the flint and rock closer to her little pile of fire starter. Again she brought the two together and a waterfall of sparks fell upon the grass and bark, all seemed to go out again and she had given up hope when a small spiral of smoke rose out of the grass. Victoria let out a scream of happiness before leaning in cupping her hands around the grass and bark blowing lightly coaxing the flame out. It licked up through the bark and started eating the grass eagerly, Victoria worked quickly building a small teepee with small sticks for the fire to latch onto, before she knew it Victoria had a decent cooking fire going, she rested back against a tree trunk as a sigh of relief escaped her lips. The night wasn't going to be cold and dark after all.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 8:59 am
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◆◆◆◆◆ ◀ Αʟɪѵɪɑ Ɍoʟғε ▶ ◆◆◆◆◆
➸Assassin ➸Headquarters ➸0 previous wins
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➸ The narrow hallways of the Assassins headquarters echoed with the sound of Alivia's boots as she walked towards the control room, the florescent lights highlighting the top of her head as she passed underneath them. Almost all of the prey had been collected and now it was just a waiting game until the hunt began. The past couple of years were close calls between her and some of the other fellow Assassins, she seemed to always be one short of winning, but not this year, this year was Alivia's year.
She reached out and grabbed the control room's handle pushing down and unlatching the large iron door, it swung open and revealed a room filled with computer and tv screens. The entire arena bugged with camera's disguised as normal everyday things you'd find in the forest. She looked over the few right when she walked in seeing nothing before sitting down in one of the plush chairs in front of the tv screens. Alivia pulled out her favorite knife and started sharpening it as she surveyed the screens, all seemed empty, that is until she noticed two victims on the same screen, this was new. Usually they were dropped apart from each other, though these two were placed right next to each other, what idiots, she thought as the screen showed that the male seemed to not even acknowledge or see that there was another person not 15 feet from him before standing and walking off. The boy already was bloody, Alivia couldn't help and smile to herself thinking about how much more blood was going to soak into the forest floor before the month was done. |
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 9:04 am
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Diana woke up in her usual daze, looking up at the sun. She heard the chirping of the birds but didn't move. She vaguely recalled what had happened... a boy with long blond hair being chased down the ally towards her. As the pursuers chased him, she lifted her hand to point out the way he went, but they slammed their gun hilt against her head and took her. She slowly lifted her hand, feeling the slight bump where she had been hit and let out a sigh.
Looking towards the ground, she found a piece of flint. She took it and began walking. Not too long later, she stumbled across a small, half built fort with a rotting corpse to the side. His throat appeared to have been slit, and the dried bloodstains still smeared across the tree he was under. Diana slowly put her hands together and made a bow as if praying before carefully dragging the corpse and moving it several trees away. Hearing a stream of water, she slowly walked over towards the sound and found a large, wild river with fish jumping. She washed her hands, noting the place before pointing the direction of the river and the direction of the half built base. She then walked out into the river stones, ignoring the slashing waves that could have easily knocked her over and killed her, and walked to where the fish were jumping. After nearly a half an hour of attempts, she finally caught a fish, but it slipped out of her hands. She swore before moving her foot and trying again. Ten minutes later, she caught another fish and maneuvered back to shore.
Feeling around her jeans, Diana felt her swiss army knife and was extremely surprised her captors didn't take it. She muttered softly to herself before killing the fish and scaling it. She washed it clean before heading back to the fort. After a few moments, she found it again and took a deep breath as she looked at the blood stains. She set the fish down on a smooth piece of wood before gathering loose sticks and piling them up. She sliced off some of her hair and put it on the sticks before pulling out the flint. She scraped it over and over and over until finally she got a spark. After ten minutes, she managed to light her hair with the spark, but the wood wouldn't catch. Quickly, she cut off a little more of her hair to feed the small flame, and finally, the wood caught the flame and the fire started. Filled with relief, she then looked around for a relatively strait stick that she could mount the fish on. She eventually did and began to cut off the bark with her knife.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 9:04 pm
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cαяℓу вαуℓιs
Carly found herself only able to doze due to the fact that she wasn't used to sleeping on the damp ground. What I wouldn't give to be back home, she thought as she sat up again and ran her hands through her hair. She thought again of the house she had seen only a short time ago yet might never see again: the ivory stucco two story house with a pool out back, religiously maintained by staff, and the beautiful view of the beach not far from there. And, of course, there was her bedroom that she was terribly missing: the peach walls, the pinkish curtains over the window that looked over the pool, and her bed. She missed her bed so much. Homesick now, Carly brought her knees to her chest and buried her head in her arms. Why was she here? Why her? Was this some kind of prank, a test? What was she being tested for? Sighing heavily, Carly had to admit that she honestly had no idea. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it, which included knowing where she was. But it seemed there was no one around to ask, save for that boy she had seen. Where could he have gone?
▸ Location: Woods
▸ Feeling: sorry for herself
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Stella sat in the control room sharpening her knives, waiting for the hunt to begin. She had seen some of the prey items already and it excited her to no end, knowing they were in complete control of their lives now. For her, it didn't really matter how many were killed, but in the way they were killed. She liked to draw it out, make it as slow as possible, hear them beg. It was thrilling, and the memories of past kills kept her until the hunting season began again each year. Now that she was here again, she was positively bloodthirsty.
She didn't acknowledge Alivia as she walked in, instead focusing on making sure all of her weapons were in the best shape possible. While she never killed enough prey to become the leader of the Assassins, she didn't really need to, she found that she had gained a grudging sort of respect from the others over the years anyway. The seemingly innocent blonde was in fact a ruthless killer, but it had taken them a little while to realize it. That was okay, she took pride in knowing she had once been the underdog. This was her third year now participating in the hunt, and it was always something she looked forward to.
▸ Location: Headquarters
▸ Feeling: bloodlust
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