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The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

Aaand three. Majority rules, so we'll be getting this show on the road here soon. Will admit, it's gonna be a bitch typing on this fucking phone. -__-

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

That's two for starting the IC. Any others?

Crime Bosses

@Doc Doctor Very true. Alot of people don't appreciate RP as much as we do. That's why I don't play Skyrim around my dipshit brother. <.<

@KaijuBaragon Well, I'm sure at some point the Valentine Family needed a trusted gun supplier, but that's about as much as I can come up with. :/

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

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The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

@bloonewb@DriveEMOut@Nikki Moonlight@King Tai

Kay guys, we have four students so far and the Headmistress. I would say that's a decent amount to start with but I don't wanna leave anyone out of the loop. Whadya say? Do we get this show on the road or wait for others?

Also, the way I'm gonna handle contracts in this RP might be a bit tricky, but the Headmistress will call on a random assassin to assign them an assassination contract. Take note most of these contracts won't just be in Japan alone since Requiem is a multi-national criminal syndicate.

Crime Bosses

"May you be in Heaven half an hour before the Devil knows you're dead"

-Old Irish Saying


m.youtube.com/watch?v=0krxo46Ifbo

Name
Rhiannon McTavish

Alias
"She-Devil" "Rhi-Rhi" (Rebecca's nickname for her)

Age
34 years old

Occupation
Mob Hitwoman/ Rebecca Valentine's second in command

Appearance

Rhiannon's a fairly stout young woman who takes pride in her athletic physique. Her raven black hair she keeps from obstructing her fierce blue eyes with a hair clip, and she's always sporting an intimidating scowl. She wears a black, tight fitting black leather jacket, leather motorcycle gloves, a pair of dark rimmed aviator shades, black motorcycle boots and dark grey slim fit jeans.

Weapons & Equipment

-Heckler & Koch PSG1 fitted with a variable zoom scope and silencer

-Kimber Warrior .45 ACP silenced with a custom action and hollow point rounds

-Franchi SPAS-12 12 gauge shotgun with buckshot, dragon breath, and flechette rounds

-Heckler & Koch HK93 with a collapsing stock, Aimpoint reflex sight, RIS handguard and Tango Down foregrip

-C4 plastic explosive

-one Bowie knife

-one butterfly knife

-one crumpled pack of Marlboro Reds

-one black Bic lighter with a Celtic cross and two four leaf clovers printed on it

-one silver flask full of Jameson Irish Whiskey

-one ounce cocaine hidden in a silver crucifix around her neck

Personality

"There's only three things in this world that make me happy, guns, Guinness, and a bit o' rough sex."

Just because she's a girl doesn't mean she can't get rough like the boys. Rhiannon is a free spirit with a robust, take no bullshit attitude. She could take you on in a fist-fight and drink you under the table afterwards, and you better find one of the two to entertain her with quick, otherwise she's bound to put holes in you. Rarely does she show kindness or sincerity, and at times, many think she's crazy. She's volatile and she takes maniacal glee in killing anyone and everyone. She is also fiercely independent and violently assertive, often using verbal or physical abuse as a response to anyone who crosses her. However, Rhiannon's tough and abbrasive exterior is only a guise for her true self, her lack of inner strength and her overwhelming fear of being nothing but forgotten by all.

Background

"I'm an Irish girl by heart, and one thing ye never do is give an Irish girl cause for revenge. I was born in Dublin in 1982. Me da was in jail, an' me mum....she could barely give a fuck. I got mixed up with a rough bunch o' lads when I was sixteen, the Irish Republican Army. Fuckin' Brits thought they owned Ireland. Fuck! They ain't owning shite. I was a wild child then, all full o' piss an' vinegar. We shot up banks, bombed buildings, killed people, alot o' fun. The police finally caught me an' sentenced me to life behind bars. While I was in jail, some fuck stabbed me da after he got out. That was back in 06. I broke out wi' a couple o' lads an' we hopped a boat to America. Turns out that's where that fuckin' stoat was hiding at. Delaney McDaniels wa' his name, some fuckin' big shot drug dealer. Anywho, I tracked the cunt an' his family 'ere to the city. Killed every fuckin' one o' them, Delaney, wife, even his cute li'l girl. Shite, I remember the look on her face when I stuck a bullet in her chest. Loved it. Ye fuck wi' me kin, I'll fuck wi' yers. Anywho, after I killed the fuck, I went looking fer work. Killing was about the only thing I was good at, so I started killing people for money. Made alot just poppin' ol' bastards in the head wi' a .45, stickin' em in the guts wi' ol' sticky, that's me knife by the way. Anywho, this Mafia cunt, Valentine, she said she liked me skills, said I was just the cold blooded killer she wa' lookin' fer. I told her she had a nice pair of tits. I fucked her, ye know. She's a pretty good fuck. She got me set up as her right hand gal. Now I'm all made, livin' the high life while I get to kill people fer a livin'. It's been a good few years fer me yeah. The nuns at me old church in Ireland used to say there wa' a special place in Hell fer bad li'l girls like me. Yeah...the fuckin' throne room. I'm on top o' the fuckin' world, and I ain't gonna stop until they put a bullet in me chest. Ol' Beck's thinkin' o' hirin' another hitman, some bloody big-shot named Donny. S'posed to be one o' the best. Fuck that! Like I'd let that pretty boy take me place! I worked to hard to get where I am now, and ol' Beck, I know she won't throw me away....would she.

So there ye are lads, that's me whole tale. What? Ye were hopin' fer a sob story? Well hope in one hand an' shit in the other ye fuckin cunts!"

Other

-Though obvious, Rhiannon speaks with a thick Irish brogue.

-She has a few tattoos, one of which she got in celebration of her first kill for the Valentine Family, a laughing skull with a bullet hole in its forehead. It's on her left shoulder blade.

-Her car she drives around the city is an all black 1971 Mustang GT Fastback with tinted windows and special compartments for concealing various weapons.

-Contrary to popular belief, she's had more sex with men than women. Rebecca is the only woman Rhiannon's ever slept with. Even then, that was just a brief fling.

-Rhiannon has no morals whatsoever about who she kills, as evident when she shot the twelve year old daughter of Irish Mob Boss Delaney McDaniels in the chest point blank.

The Killing Club (Assassin School RP)

@bloonewb XD Haha! I love the approach you took with Saito. Wonder how he feels being in a class of trained killers! Anywho, stick him with the rest. He's in!

Crime Bosses

@Doc Doctor His arsenal is my wet dream! :D. I would love to see him in a death match with 47. Also I was thinking yeah at some point Rebecca could hire him, though it might piss off Rhiannon. XD I take it he's your GTA Online character too..
Obviously. :3

@MayLily915 Thankies! ^__^

Crime Bosses

XD Hehe this RP is gonna be fuckin sweet!

A really strange city

Alena

Her Armor

Often times she wears a mask with it.

When she's not wearing her armor

Sometimes she carries around a parasol

~"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:

Her 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.