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Grimtooth

NAME: Jael Maria

ABSTRACT: An assassin hired anonymously to kill one Lord Roderick Fowle.

DETAIL: In her mid-thirties, Jael has been doing her job for close to half a decade. Working for a well known Assassin's guild spoken of only in whispers. Her failed jobs can be counted on a single hand, but she is not the best by far. Not that she is one to complain, a famous assassin is a dead assassin.
Jael is always one for the job. Her will to see a mission through started out as a necessity for money, but soon turned into part of who she was. Someone who never leaves things unfinished. At the same time, Jael struggles with attachment. A few times becoming something akin to friends with the target or those close to them. A quality she has tried to squash many times, which has caused her a few drunk nights at bars.
The Guild had sent Jael to Pallhallow. She was to kill Lord Roderick Fowle of the Toadmere Rookery, with the requirement that it be very quiet. She's been renting a room at an inn for the last two months. Watching. She thought she would have to interrogate the manservant. But no, instead she received a letter.

Though extremely cautious, she knew she would never get another chance like this. So armed with every means of death she had, she set out.

Grimtooth

@Mokley I live to please, excited to get going :D

Grimtooth

Did someone say App?

NAME: Jael Maria

ABSTRACT: An assassin hired anonymously to kill one Lord Roderick Fowle.

DETAIL: In her mid-thirties, Jael has been doing her job for close to half a decade. Working for a well known Assassin's guild spoken of only in whispers. Her failed jobs can be counted on a single hand, but she is not the best by far. Not that she is one to complain, a famous assassin is a dead assassin.
Jael is always one for the job. Her will to see a mission through started out as a necessity for money, but soon turned into part of who she was. Someone who never leaves things unfinished. At the same time, Jael struggles with attachment. A few times becoming something akin to friends with the target or those close to them. A quality she has tried to squash many times, which has caused her a few drunk nights at bars.
The Guild had sent Jael to Pallhallow. She was to kill Lord Roderick Fowle of the Toadmere Rookery, with the requirement that it be very quiet. She's been renting a room at an inn for the last two months. Watching. She thought she would have to interrogate the manservant. But no, instead she received a letter.

Though extremely cautious, she knew she would never get another chance like this. So armed with every means of death she had, she set out.

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So if the whole assassin idea doesn't work let me know. She isn't going to immediately stab the guy in the neck the second he answers the door. She has planning to do. So you don't have to worry about me derailing everything. Plus whatever madness you unleash when things get rolling could completely change her goals.

Also, I have no clue who wants to kill the Lord, something can be thought up or we could just not touch upon it.

Grimtooth

Well duh, interested.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

I'm interested, if you're willing to take on an advanced first timer.

The Mundane [Small-Town Teenage Superheroes]

Interested.

[closed]

Best freaking show ever. Interested.

Rune and Sword

She felt a multitude of things when the Groon swatted her like a gnat.

Shame for putting up such a pathetic fight, fear for what would happen next, and.. yes, of course she felt pain also.

Din flew into the side of a tree. The aged oak barking at her as it snapped and bent. She saw the Groon still wasn't on her, and that was all she wanted to know then. She numbed herself to her surroundings and felt her abdomen. Blood. Of course. Prodding the wound more she found that it wasn't too deep, painful yes, and she was happy to stop poking at it. But she hoped she would be fine.

She grabbed the backpack at her side and grabbed around inside. One of Din's incredibly few faults was that she, at times, could be incredibly unorganized. All her teachers warnings that her clutter would be the end of her had fell on deft ears at the time. Now she could just imagine them shaking their heads at her.

After shoving aside her map, her extra pair of clothes cleverly stored in a wad, and a pine cone.. no clue how that got in there, she finally felt the scratchy cloth wrap she was looking for. With a yank and the sound of her possessions shifting around even more, Din gave a relived smile to her first aid kit.

Thinking caution wise at the time Din scanned to see where the Groon and Alphonse were. She had hoped the man could at least distract the beast with his pile of shells and bottles. That way she could dress her wound. But, if the man had managed to kill himself already or was fatally wounded she was prepared to chug her vial and keep going.

But her worries were for naught! Up on a rock stood Al, apparently, victorious. With the Groon lying in the brush and trees. She was almost happy to see him. Feeling a fair bit safer she unwrapped her clothe wrap to reveal a few vials of oils. Not as strong as some of those fancy potions, but they would speed things up.

Then the idiot hit her arm with a twig. Causing her to lose one of her vials. The little thing hitting a rock and losing its cap. Flooding her precious oils all over the dirt. Making the area smell faintly of mint.

"Still Alive?"

And back to square one.

Din wanted to like Alphonse. She really did. To his credit, he did help her with the Groon. But it was like the man wanted to be a thorn in her side. Telling her what to do at every turn, making jokes at her expense and acting like she was some foolish ditz. She desperately wanted to strangle the man at this point. But, Din liked to think she was the master of her emotions, and they not the master of her.

So if she ever has to explain why she threw a rock at the fool just now, she'll say she was showing restraint.

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"No!"

At this point she had decided to just ignore him. He whined worse than a child deprived of their sweets. She was wondering how much longer he would keep this up when, from behind, she heard a loud clatter and crash. Din nearly jumped out of her boots at the sound. She whirled back around to Alphonse, spear at the ready, when she noticed he was now carrying a handful of shells and other fragile items. She let out a quiet scoff and turned back on the trail.

He was louder than a child also.

"I know for a fact it's not your business. It's my business!"

For a fact eh? Din suppressed a laugh. In all but three minutes she had figured out that Alphonse had quite the ego. No doubt the only business he would ever see is the business end of her spear, if he keeps prattling at her like this.

Once he shouted at her to slow down Din started making a list in her head of all the ways the man acted like a child. It was already pretty long.

"You didn't know what it was called a minute ago!" Fair point. So far he was one for five.

She smiled and said back in a tone as sweet as poisoned honey, "Perhaps not! But you did not know what an Agicae Monk looked like until now. But now you do! See? We're learning together, feels good doesn't it?"

She turned her head to watch for Alphonse's inevitable response, the man just had to have the last word it seemed. However he had stopped following her and was hid behind a tree. Din saw he was looking past her and turned to see-

The Groon.

It was bigger than she remembered, and it seemed more feral than before. She stood motionless as the beast focused its eyes on what she guessed was its next prey. For a second all was silent minus Alphonse's shells, and then the Groon was charging with a hideous roar.

Once it charged Din snapped out of it and dodged out of it's crazed crash. The Groon slammed into a tree behind her. It was fast and strong, but it seemed it wasn't very nimble.

With a yell and a charge of her own Din attacked the Groon's leg with her spear. Trying to cut a tendon quickly and precisely to slow it down. She brought it slashing down several times, but with each hit the spearhead glanced the beast harmlessly, unable to pierce its strong hide.

It swung around with a quick slash of arm and claws. Din managed to dodge it by a hair's width, and retreated back a few more feet for safety. She gave a halfhearted lunge with her spear at its arm, but once again it bounced off harmlessly.

Frowning deeply, Din yelled to the childish coward that, as far as she could tell, was still hiding behind the freaking tree!

"Alright fine! I could use some hel-" While her attention was diverted the Groon got in what Din would consider a lucky shot. Its claws managing a hit across her chest. The swipe knocking her off her feet and into the grass.

This hit did not glance harmlessly, as evidenced as the blood now dripping from the Groon's claws.

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"What?"

Din turned her head and grinned at the objection. He climbed out of the ditch with the grace of an ox. She hardly knew the man, but she had to admit it was fun annoying him.

"You have no idea what you're talking about." Din gave a shrug. He was right, but that wasn't going to stop her. She missed the degrading glare when she bent over to grab her spear from the ground. She had dropped it when she went to save Alphonse. But in hindsight perhaps a small stabbing would've done him good.

"Everyone in a ten mile radius knows to keep out of the woods. It's not that my name's on it, I'm just the only one insane enough to walk around without full plate armor -- even moreso now that all my traps are completely useless because the Groon's a bit smarter than you might think, what with its flailing like a babboon and did you notice its eyes don't exactly point in the same direction --"

As she continued towards her camp she raised an eyebrow at the man's rambling about the Groon's eyes. She gives a roll of her eyes and says, "Make that two insane people then, yeah?" Setting upon her camp she grabs her modest bag from the grass and hefts it over her shoulder. "And the beast may be smart, but I'm fairly certain even a child could still out think it." Din begins to give a few more stomps to the smoldering remains of her fire.

"That explains it, You're new to the area and you have no idea what's going on. Whatever your business is, it can wait til the Groon's gone. Why don't you stay in the village?" He flung an arm in the direction of the nearest civilization. "Plenty of hospitable people would lend you a bed and a meal. That's the way normal people travel, at least. Come back after I've taken care of the monster. That means stay out of my way for awhile, stay where it's safe."

Din feigned an obvious face of seriousness, as though she was actually agreeing with what the man was saying. This guy loved to jump to assumptions it seemed. And while a few were true it still annoyed her.

Once he finished telling her what to do she smiled and turned towards the path the Groon had forged. "Actually it is my business!" She shouted back at Alphonse. She could still hear the beast traipsing through the wood. Din was sure this was a fitting challenge, but yet, she did question her odds a bit.

But she continued on anyways.