Mafia/Hitman/SteamPunk-Renaissance RP
 

I leaned over the balcony, the moonlight glinting off my silver mask. Beneath me, I watched haughty nobles chattered away. Women laughed and shared stories with each other, while the men huddled in close groups discussing business. The wind blew fiercely, strewn leaves soaring towards the full moon that lit the night sky. I straightened my back, turning slightly, resting my left elbow on the railing as I observed the spacious balcony. It was littered with couples, the men courting their female partners as they giggled and bit their lips.

Below us is the Grand Courtyard. A mighty fountain stood at it's center, and the area was decorated with ornamental lanterns and torches, providing a warm ambiance despite the cold night. The guests, with their inctricate masks, looked like mystical creatures as they wandered and mingled under the glows of the torches. The courtyard lead to the Grand Ballroom - a beautiful and wide golden room filled with jittery aristocrats. They danced with grace and allure, the musicians created transcendent melodies that resounded perfectly with one's soul.

Nothing could possibly go wrong tonight during celebration of a noble lady's coming of age. The ball, hosted by the Lord of the Noble House Vince, was in honor of his daughter's, Lilian, sixteenth birthday. The keep of Lord Barrow Vince had the largest ballroom than any of the other Noble Houses, so pretty much every aristocrat of Medycru was invited. The joyfulness of the night exploded into the starry sky.

As I detached myself from the railings to resume the extraordinary night, a shrill scream from the Grand Ballroom pierced the flirtatious atmosphere of the upstairs balcony. Startled, couples retracted from their embraces and murmured to one another. Without hesitation, I immediately rushed for the stairs, groups of followers herding behind me. But alas, I wasn't quick enough. The large audience had already massed around the center of the ballroom. They were abnormally quiet, but the fear on their faces showed me that something terrible is happening.
"LET ME GO, DAMN YOU. DO YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL I AM?" screamed a deep gravely voice. It was Barrow. Dashing to the other side of the ballroom, I managed to wedge myself into a small crevice of bodies, weaving myself through. Finally, I found a small opening in which I can view the scene that stood in the middle of this ridiculous nonsense.

Barrow Vince was held captive by three men wearing identical jester masks, and black formal suits.
"Assassins..." the crowd mumbled.
"DON'T JUST STAND THERE! HELP ME, YOU WORTHLESS SCUMS!" Lord Vince spat at them, his face red from his struggles in attempt to escape. The men gripped his arms tightly. Behind him, two more men held the arms of his wife and daughter.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! WHICH HOUSE DO YOU WRETCHED ANIMALS BELONG TO? I'LL HAVE MY MEN BURN ALL OF YOU PATHETIC COWARDS ALIVE!" He screamed at the masked assailants. But they said nothing. Instead, one of them punched Lord Vince in the face, causing him to fall to his knees. His wife and daughter yelled and whimpered, begging the assassins to not hurt him.

With force, I pushed my way forward. The crowd gasp and cried out as I broke to the center of the circle, right in front of struggling captive and the mysterious men. From their pockets, they produced pistols, and five deadly barrels pointed at me. The crowd screamed, trying to disperse, common sense finally telling them to run. During the chaos, Lord Vince weakly lifted his head, looking at me.
"Thank god...please help me..."
I lifted my hand, placing it on my mask. With a swift motion, I removed it, throwing it aside. Vince's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You......" He whispered.
The assassin closest to me cocked his gun, letting go of the nobleman. The other two securely held his place. Still pointing the revolver at me, he walked closer, until metal met the skin of my forehead. I stared into the cold black eyes of the mask.
Suddenly, he dropped the weapon, stepping to my side. I caught it with ease before it reached my waistline. Bringing the weapon back up, I pointed it at Lord Vince.

I could hear the screams and cries of his wife and daughter as I pulled the trigger.

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SETTING: I was thinking of a Steampunk styled late Renaissance world, which is dominated by powerful and corrupted aristocrats called the Noble Houses. How many Noble Houses there are will be depended on how many people are interested in RPing (Possibly at least five?). Each Noble House is spread out through the continent, and each contributes to the success of the continent. Like I said, the world will have a Renaissance like feel to it, but will have steampunk technology. However, even though there is technology, they will be rare and limited and will possibly be owned by wealthy noblemen. Below will be a list of possible technolgy.

- Revolvers
- Crude electrical lights (flashlight, lamps, etc)
- Night Vision
- Watches
- Motobikes
- Air Machines (Not planes, but...blimps? Gliders? What do you guys think?)
- Random/Custom Gadgets
- Any other suggestions? :)

Opposing the Noble Houses are local Guilds that are comprised of outcasts, thieves, and killers, all trained to become skilled hitmen and assassins. Their goal is to bring the Nobles to destruction, and claim a new order. There are several small Guilds, but there will be three main Guilds that basically control the criminal underworld (which, in this RP, will be considered as protagonists). The three guilds will be made up by people who would like to RP as Guild Leaders.

Please, no elves, vampire, werewolves or any sort in this RP. There will be no real magic, but what we will have instead are personal magical weapons that is unique to each character that fits into the theme of this RP. Must at least have a weakness/or a limit.

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STORY

The country of Saudaron has long been ruled by corrupted noble officials. With an iron fist, the Council of the Holy Noble Houses held the country in chains. For generations, it is both the political and religious body of the people. The Council consists of five Noble Houses that is lead by Dredyn Regalias, who is revered as the cruel and almight God
King. In the shadows, a rebellion was forming. For years, they acted with small raids and looting. But that was just a diversion for something bigger. The God King never cared for small matters such as bandits. So as he watched them with an oblivious eye, they finally emerged with a ruthless force - banded Guilds who were cold-hearted and merciless. Together, they overthrew an entire city with ease. They renamed it Mydicrue, the City of Shadows. Here is where all the guilds lie. Here is where they plan their operations for the overthrowing of the Noble Houses. Every rebel, thief, and criminal were linked to the City of Shadows.
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UNDER CONSTRUCTION STILL. :D ANY QUESTIONS OR IF YOU'RE INTERESTED, PLEASE PM ME!

I'm quite interested in your idea :D I think it's brilliant! So is there anything I can help with? The map labeling i could possibly do it :)