Rusalka

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

So would it be okay if Alena swooped in to save Caleana at this moment? EDIT: Nevermind, just read your recent post Slender.

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

\m/ Evelyn - SSDD

Really? Really? "Uh....y-yeah I don't do kitties. Sorry." Ev answered half asleep and definitely half pissed off. Why the hell was this damn girl still bugging the shit out of her? Also, why the fuck wasn't she curled up in a ball and bawling her eyes out, crying for her mommy like some kid Ev forced to play Five Nights at Freddy's (possibly true story), you know, the NORMAL reactions to the psycho's horrific visions of the mad and the macabre, the grotesque morbidness of her alleged artwork, but no....she just tilted her head all moe-kawaii-desu and shit and drew Ev another damn....what the fuck was it? A cat is what it looked like, but what the hell was sticking out of it? Thorns? Tentacles? Nope, just some fuck-ups in the coloring department. The annoying chick acted like she was held back since elementary school. Ev merely glowered at the girl for another moment or so, glancing back and shrugging her shoulders with a befuddled look towards Lisa's slap on the head, not to mention her...reprimanding? "What?" She said with a confused inflection before looking back at the cat drawing, and replied to it's artist, "Yeah yeah...it looks great. Thank you, now...quit bugging me." Ev sighed. UGGHHH!!! I want this shit to be OVERRRRR!!! DX But my my, wasn't she the popular one. The other derp(Rin) set in on her again, asking if Ev could help her be a better gamer, then asking if she could see her drawings too. Might as well if they're gonna keep one pesky flea off her back. For fuck sakes, I'm a misanthrope trapped in her own personal Hell... "Sure, knock yourself out, like...literally." Evelyn grumbled passing her sketchbook back, unwittingly of course. She didn't really care if the girl wanted to scar her eyes and her mind with the savagely drawn gorefest, but.....there were other drawings Ev would simply die if people saw them....the sketches she kept in the far back of her book....for no one's eyes....not even Lisa's. How could she have made such a tactless error? But then again, she was tired, bored, and just wanted to leave. She didn't even pay much attention to Dex and Zac entering the room, well aside from giving a short wave and laying her head on her desk. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

~Rebecca <3 - Nary a Rose Without Thorns

A soft, frail cry was released from her lips the moment she felt the tension around her limbs increase in severity slightly, squeezing with a pressure that seemed to leave burns about her fragile skin, yet was all too enticing for the woman to ignore. However, everything still felt bizarre to Rebecca, a prisoner of this indeed maniacal woman that had her bound in chains of shadows, toying with her, tormenting her in ways that were both pleasurable and painful all the same to the lustful vampire. With eyes, genuinely filled with a sense of danger, she glanced to Samantha again, shaking her head with a plea barely audible, ~"S-stop...no more...I beg you Miss Samantha!"~ But...did she wish for this to cease? Yes, but in a way, no. Twas a thrill she hadn't felt in ages, the threat of peril frightening yet oh so exhilarating for her frazzled, tinging nerves, electrical pulses coursing through her flesh and arcing wildly at the tips of her fingers. If Rebecca desired, she could keep this twisted game of Samantha's going longer, but yet...something still felt terribly off. Soon the woman reached for something with her serpentine hands, a....a blade? Her rose eyes widened and a gasp was elicited. She wouldn't dare would she? The maid was absolutely insane! But no...no she wouldn't ever slay a student in cold blood, jeopardize her reputation by committing the most foul act of murder imaginable.....would she? Soon Rebecca began to writhe uncomfortably in her tormentor's ill grasp, knowing well something was wrong with this situation, dead wrong. But she couldn't escape, she was caught, a spider ensnared in karmic retribution by the very web she weaved to capture her own unfortunate souls. Only in true...absolute horror could she witness the sinister, gleaming scythe being brought to her by a dark appendage. Yet more whimpers were forced from her lips, a shiver at the feeling of cold, deathly steel pressed to her skin and sliding down her torso, just stopping short of her navel. In doing so, a few buttons of her blouse had been snipped. Now certain it was with eyes fearful that Rebecca gazed unto the dark haired fiend, and that this moment of horror....may indeed be her last.

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

Bear in mind I'm still working on it. It's a bitch using a tablet.

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

Her Armor

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)

Name: Alena Carthenwald Age: 28 Rank: Elite City Reputation: Killer for Hire Personality: 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 romantic at times too, 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. However, on the job she takes a different personality, cold, methodical, and without remorse. 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. Trivia: Tends to show more of a preference towards women Bio: House-Carthenwald was once the most prominent of families who were part of the aristocracy of Karstberg, a small island nation of the Mercarian Sea. Alena's father, Magnus, was the head of an illustrious trading 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 High Emperor. Months went into planning the attack, Alena and Matthias working tirelessly to make the perfect arrangements for the Emperor'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 vermillion 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.

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

When will it be up

@The Slenderman

It'll have to be tomorrow. I'm kinda busy at the moment.

When the last Angel falls (Reboot)

Actually, I may have to bail on this one. I'm really busy at the moment, and I'm kinda swamped with RPs right now. Sorry guys. :(

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

Okay. Thank you for the answers. I'll have a Cs up in a few.

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

Ok thanks. That answered my first question. And the second?

A Twist Of A Knife, The Birth Of A Legend.

I might make a cs for this. Just a few questions. How far in the story is the rp at this point, as in could it be possible for a recap? Also do assassins have to work under Celaena or can they be independent?

Orean Cause (Moved to a new thread)

Woohoo! Now I gotta wait for Unf's response and see if Rebecca ends up pleasured mutilated XD