Name: Aimi Kurotenshi
Age: 17
Height: 5ft 4in
Title: Daughter of the house of Nullam Sanguinis
Rank: Apprentice
Personality: Aimi is a cold calculator, she sets feelings aside and does what needs to be done she does not let emotions interfere with work, her only soft side comes with her cat she believes humans are nothing but selfish creatures absorbed only with themselves. Underneath that cold exterior though is a soft side no one but an animal has ever seen.
Bio: Aimi was born of a noble house and standing with tradition they sent their second born child into the gentle arms of assassinhood. She left home at the age of five and never looked back they trained her in the arts of an assassin teaching her many skills including that of weapons, they taught her how to pass for a lady, or act in any situation turning her into a cold blooded killer. She is still an apprentice for another year but in the eyes of most she is already an assassin who has carried out her first mission already. A bastard child of the Emperor came to the guild one day and ordered a job done, it was given to Aimi thinking she might be able to get close enough to complete the mission. The reason behind the job was not asked. The motto of the guild being Sed pretium occidere, nihil interrogantes, loosely translated as we kill, you pay, no questions asked.


Honorem meum houe soft pink plump lips mouthed the words as intelligent brown eyes followed the form of their target as he walked across the training field towards his companions. The suns warm rays warmed her back casting a soft warm glow around her slender form. For the past two weeks she had been making herself a regular around the field, watching, waiting, and learning. Little by little she wheedled information about her target out of the men on the field. How often he was out here, how skilled he was with weapons, she had even managed to get herself into the kitchens and ask around a little. She now knew how many guards he kept, where he slept, when he ate. She knew his entire schedule all that was left was to wait for the perfect moment. A moment when she could get close enough to strike, but that would take some work. First she had to figure out how to get close in the first place. Servant seemed easy enough get into the man’s good graces and somehow become his personal servant.

Aimi wiggled her fingers at one of the young men coming off the training field a handsome young man who had taken a particular shine to her, it was from him that she had learned much of the Warrior of Fire’s training schedule. One of the older men talking to the young Prince now was how she had managed to get into the palace. Hooking her arm through is she pulled him off to the side earning him a jealous stare of two from his friends. A soft light laugh, a few gentle touches here and there, and she could get whatever she wanted out of this boy. Already she savored the victory, could taste it. “Kin” she started her voice so soft he had to lean in to hear her, this was all calculated, by leaning in he caught the sweet wafting scent of her perfume and got a good eyeful of her chest, the top of which slipped down “accidentally”, Kin’s mind went blank as he stared, she had him hooked and she knew it. “I know this might be asking much, but do you think you could get me a position as a servant?” she asked looking up at him with her large doe like brown eyes.

She got what she wanted, a week later she was in the palace a servant. She was low ranking but the position got her what she wanted, she could now work her way up closer and closer to where she needed to be. All he had to do was notice her. Talk to her and she was sure she could hook him in and get into his good graces, work her way up to his side and complete the mission. When she did she would disappear and no one would be the wiser. “Get to work girl” the head servant threw a rag at her and motioned to the dirty fireplace, bowing her head she did as she was told cleaning the fireplace, soot and dirt marred her pale cheeks.