It is a time for survival, betrayal, and display of great skill, for there is a feud amongst the city of Cyneric, one between two powerful forces. Assassins’ taking on assassins, Deathly skills versus deathly skills, brother against brother, this is not a pretty sight to behold. As the city goes quite quick footsteps and silent knifes fly across the roofs, and none of the citizens are the wiser. One brotherhood has to win at the very end, but who shall it be? Let the story be told and we shall see…

Name: Youko Amelia Giordani
Gender:Female
Age: 24
Brotherhood: Vita Dolce
Rank: 1st rank assassin

Appearance
Youko Amelia
Hair color//lenght//style:Chocolate brown//pass the shoulders//wave and kind of curly towards the tips
Eye color:Bright sea blue
Height:5'3"
Body type:Has an hourglass figure, but due to her job she does has muscles. Looks like a butterfly stings like a bee.
Clothing: Blue, white, silver would be her traditional colors, but she does from time to time were other darker colors; especially when she is on an assignment. Her outfits consist of a wrapped on skirt over leggings, a long-sleeved corset shirt, knee high boats, and the required armor and hood for assassins; this would be her casual outfit.
Scars//tattoos//other: She has a tattoo of an ancient creed symbol on her back surrounded by small extended ripped wings. Another tattoo, which is mandatory to be part of the Vita Dolce brotherhood, is the creed’s symbol behind the right ear.

Abilities//specialties: She specializes in undercover assignments, because of the way she looks people tend to not realize or even think that she is an assassin. She has a keen sense and her amazing ability at stealth have helped her brotherhood retrieve items of importance from the other creed. Her vast knowledge of medicine and poison, that her father had taught her amongst other things, have also been beneficial to the brotherhood.
Personality: Her looks of niceness and friendliness are true, but coupled with a secret manipulative nature; no matter what she will always gets what she wants - sometimes inconspicuously…scratch that always. She takes her duties seriously, but that doesn’t mean she is a prude. Like any man, she enjoys a little drinking here and there and ‘a night in the town’ kind of gatherings amongst her comrades. Though she has such a personality it is not wise to anger her, she has a low tolerance for those who are ignorant, disrespectful, and above all arrogant.

Bio: Her father had been a man of status, he had own several import shops throughout the city. He traveled all over continent, from all of Europe, to India, Russia, China. During his travels in Asia he spotted a young woman on an auction stand, and a sleazy looking man yelling out prices. Outrage at such disrespect for human life, he went up to the man and gave him a punch to the face and ranted on about the injustice of the man’s actions. All the while he had forgotten about the woman, who was now simply sitting on the ground wanting with amused eyes. Upon seeing her face the man’s chest tightens, but quickly looks away for he had a wife back at home. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave the young lady all by herself, in fear that she may end up in the same situation yet again, so he decided that he could give her a job as a house maid. He rescheduled all other meetings he had and decided to go home early, and he had a surprise awaiting him. His wife had had another man in their bed, and because he had been gone months at a time the servants in his household had told him of her taking out large sums of money from the bank to fill her needs. In anger he banished his wife from his house, shipped her to a far away land and demanded to have their marriage revoked. All the while the young woman was at his side comforting him, and soon enough love had blossomed between the two.

A month went by and they were now expecting, and nine months later a baby girl was born. They decided to give her a first name that was linked to the mother’s origin, but use her second name. Their reason being was that her mother was afraid that her daughter would be judged as she was and was still battling. Her daughter looked every bit of her father, except for her sea blue eyes that were the exact same pair as her mothers. Yes it was rare for her race to have blue eyes, but the mother said that she was cursed by gods at birth. The mother had brought her village destruction by a tsunami and they shunned her and sold her to the sleazy man. Even with the judgmental people surrounding them, they did have supporters and were able to live a happy life as a family.

Little did this happy family know, the ex-wife had been plotting her revenge. She was dirt poor when she arrive at the exile land, but she worked hard to wrap her arms around a new even more wealth victim. It had taken her fifteen years before she had the man wrapped around her little finger and have power over all the money. She blamed the mother for the misfortune that fell upon her and hired an assassin to take her out, as well as her ex-husband. When the deed was done, the assassin looked up from the dead bodies to find the young teenaged daughter staring at him, he inquires who she is but an older maid steps in and claims her as her daughter and that she swear to not tell anyone the happenings that just occurred. With a nod the assassin take off through the window. As she watched the figure disappear she swore her vengeance on him. The maid kindly took her in for two years when the girl decided to try and join an assassin creed that was working in the city; the maid made no objection but offered the girl a home to come to when needed.

Other: She tends to walk when she sleeps and she always ends up near water’s edge or a cliff overlooking the ocean, this has concerned her elders, but since she always comes back in one piece they never fret to much.

Name: Marquise Alexander Giovanni
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Brotherhood: Maschera Mortuaria
Rank: 1st Rank

Appearance:
Marquise Alexander
Hair Color/Length/Style: Strawberry Blonde/Near shoulder blades mid-upper back/ Straight
Eye Color: Bright speckled hazel
Height: 5'10''
Body Type: Quise is a well oiled machine. His body is extremely muscular and lean. He resembles what most would assume a Greek God should look like physically.
Clothing: His traditional colors are red, black white, and gold, but he'll wear whatever he needs to wear on an assignment. When in public, he tends to wear high class tuxedo's, sometimes without the jacket, mixing his favorite colors on different days. When on an assassination assignment, he prefers his traditional two piece hooded assassin's garb with the main colors being black and red, while the outlining areas being done in white and gold for a unique look.
Scars/Tattoos/Other: He has one scar over his eye (like scar/kovu from lion king) that he gained during his childhood. He also wears two small gold hoop earrings, one in each ear.

Abilities/Specialties: Quise is an outstanding athlete, having almost supernatural acrobatic abilities. He likes to think that he specializes in killing but the truth is, he's a jack-of-all trades; meaning he's good at pretty much everything he does.
Personality: Laid back, confident and cerebral. Marquise is almost the perfect assassin. He prefers to do things in solitude which seems to trouble a number of his brotherhood's members which only seems to push him further away. He's a quick thinker under pressure as well as a ladies man. When he has free time he likes to visit courtesans to relive his stress or he spends his time reading or training his body. This is not to say he's a boring character. He's a vibrant personality when he decides to come out of his shell.

Bio: Marquise Alexander Giovanni. The name was given to him by his master when he was taken into Maschera Mortuaria. The man thought it was fitting of someone who was as talented as he. Before becoming an assassin, Quise was nameless and homeless. He had no idea where he was from or who his parents were. All he knew was the street life and the life of a male courtesan. While being raised by the courtesan woman named Illia who had found him as a young child, he was called Vance. Name was supposedly Illia's father's name but the boy never liked it nor did he protest it. After growing up with nothing to call his own he was more than happy to simply have a name.

To be honest, Quise didn't remember much from his childhood years other than being alone and having no idea where his family was or if he even had any. Those were lonely and troublesome memories, but he didn't have many good one's to begin with. With that being said the boy grew up oddly optimistic and with no one around to take care of him. He took care of his self the best way he could, mainly stealing and killing if it came to it. He grew to know the value of life quickly and understood hardships better than he'd liked. So when Illia found him, it was the happiest day of his life. He spent a few short years with Illia before being introduced to an acquaintance of hers. A well respected assassin within Mashera Mortuaria who became his master and father figure.

From that point on he was given his current name and trained as an assassin. The rest of his history is being written as time passes, but his master has passed, being killed in a surprise raid by a poisonous arrow. And since that day Marquise has worked to take the position his master held and to become most famous assassin within the brotherhood by any means necessary.

Other: Giovanni has an extensive resume. He's killed a number of high profile hits, including government officials and some of the most powerful Templars. He also has a few Vita Dolce blood on his blades.

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As fresh water gently streams down smooth rock of the fountain a figure can be seen sitting on the fountain’s edge, her finger delicately drawing shapes into the water. She is wearing somewhat of an entertainer’s outfit, a white long flowing skirt, a light blue tube top, a see-through veil covers her mouth, and jewelry covers her arms and midriff. There are stands and shop owners yelling out daily deals, people walking around learning of the juice gossip of the town, and a couple chickens clucking in the background. Yet the young woman doesn’t seem to be taking in any of the noise, simply humming to herself as she continues skimming her fingers on top of the water. Then out of nowhere she lifts her head and turns it to find a little beggar girl tugging at her skirt, she had seen the large bag of coins that the young woman had collected for that day. With a smile the woman hand the girl a handful of coins and watches as the girl smiles back, mouth a ‘thank you’ and scurry away. As she turns her attention away from the girl a hooded figure captures her attention, he sits on the fountain with her.

“Amico(friend), you know that if you give baggers money they will most likely come to you again for some more. It is not a wise idea Amelia, what brings you about this side of the city?”The hooded figure turns to the now smiling woman. She shakes her head as straps the bag around her waist and stands. “She was but a child Zopyros, she deserves to have a chance at life don’t you think? The reason I am here was because the atmosphere here was better than the rest of the city. Besides I need to bring a little entertainment to a nearby rich man. Come we can catch up as we walk to the house.” The man nods in response and follows the woman named Amelia down an empty street. They comment about a fight breaking out between some gypsies and a merchant, something about discrimination or such. As they continue to talk a question comes into the conversation. “How is the family Zopyros?” The man’s eyes widen slightly and take a quick look around before answering the question. “They are well, the wife though complains about not having enough stocks in her kitchen. It’s like the woman can never have enough material things! She askes me to buy materials from the Koloman district, saying that they are cheaper and finer goods there. I will have to go later today...” He makes an attempt at a chuckle, and Amelia lets out a little giggle before taking a quick glance as a figure hides behind the corner. ‘It seems that we were followed; better drag this on a little longer then…’ Amelia thinks as she tugs Zopyros down a busy street, confusion displayed on his face, but she gives him a double tug and his face seems to realize something.

“Zopyros I require your assistance in picking out an outfit for this evening’s performance, it will take a while so you should think of buying a gift for your wife as an apology for being out so late. I'm pretty sure they will have something she would like in Koloman's many markets.” She laughs as she sees from the corner of her eyes that the figure heads in the opposite direction. Pulling a sighing Zopyros in a small little dress shop, Amelia has a cunning smile on her lips, ‘interesting development we have on our hands. This shall be entertaining. Since Zopyros talked about his wifes stocks he indicates that there shall be a raid in Koloman. Hopefully that assassin shall tag along, he has piqued my interest.’

Dressed in his unique attire designed specifically for him as a request once he became a 1st rank assassin, Quise was tailing a fellow brother of his that had been acting strangely lately. At first he was simply following him out of concern, thinking that maybe someone had found some dirt on his past life that he couldn't deal with but that was no longer the case. On several occasions he'd seen him meeting with this very same woman in different locations throughout the town. Things weren't going so well with their fight against the Vita Dolce lately either, and something reeked of betrayal. Two weeks ago, a special hit failed against the other brotherhood when the assassin was ambushed before reaching the hideout. Three times last week, simple espionage and retrieval missions resulted in the death of several young assassins. Those missions weren't suppose to be dangerous in any way which was why those recruits were chosen, and now they were dead. Something about all of this wasn't adding up.

This week things had been quiet because the elders were too afraid to send anyone else on a mission alone which was why they had set up this raid in a few days. He and a few other rank 1 assassin's were being sent to dish out a little payback. But for some reason Marquise had a terrible feeling in his gut about all of this, so here he was right now. Blending in with the townsfolk was an easy task, he simply rolled around in a bit of dirt put on a bland tan shirt with light brown pants. To finish off his outfit Quise wore some leather moccasins and added a beggars hood to hide his face. Starting out about fifteen yards away he needed to listen in on their conversation, so falling into the roll of the beggar, he held out his dirty palms and played his roll flawlessly. "Have a heart and spare some coin please?" He walked around asking his question, all the while inching ever more closely to the two by the fountain.

Once within range he acted as though he had given up and sat down at their backs with the townspeople running about in the marketplace spending coin on food and clothes alike. There were children playing, no idea how dangerous this place could be and of course the adults were no wiser. Listening in, he deduced that the pleasantries were being exchanged for appearance before they decided to get into the thick of things, and just as he suspected they got up and started walking. The strawberry blonde waited until they were at a safe distance before he decided to follow; there was an art to spying.

The male trailed them for a while stopping and peaking around corners when it wasn't too conspicuous to do so, and at one corner he could have sworn the woman noticed him. She seemed to tug at Zopyros meaning he hadn't noticed. She's good. Deciding that it would be safer to head to the rooftops, Quise turned around quickly and darted into a side alley before scaling the side of a building with the help of a barrel and window seal. Whipping around to their previous direction he watched as they entered a shop. What to do now?

Looking around at the scape of buildings, he knew it'd be difficult to jump directly across without being noticed but he could make his way back down and around to the side of the building quickly. Either way he was at a disadvantage. I guess, I'll just wait until they split up, then I'll change and follow the woman. . . It was his safest bet since she'd now have lost track of him.

Marsyas:

After entering the shop while pulling a still confused Zopyros, Amelia went directly to the back of the store to find the shopkeeper quite focused on a book. She tapped on the desk to try and get his attention, but still the man was engrossed in the book. ‘The Art of War (Sun Tzu)? Interesting choice of literature.’ She thought to herself with a grin as she coughed lightly as she caught his attention, “You know people could easily steal from this shop if they knew that its keeper was so preoccupied by a simple book.” The man jumps at the sudden realization that someone else was around, dropping his book in the process. He looks up to see where the voice originated and a huge smile came to his face as he is face to face with Amelia. “Amelia darling! How have you been, I haven’t seen you in so long how goes the business?” He says as he goes around the desk and kissing both her cheeks, which she did to him after. Zopyros was taken aback the gestures and decided to take a look around the shop to give the two a private moment. “Edwin, it’s nice to see you as well! The entertaining business could be better, but on account of me not buying clothes here lately people just don’t find me interesting anymore!” She lets out a giggle as he gently slaps her on her arm. Edwin’s father had been a good friend of Amelia’s father, and they had started a family business selling clothing from distant lands. Amelia and Edwin had grown up together, but when her parents were murdered they lost contact for some time. When Amelia had joined the Vita Dolce, she became aware of the support the brotherhood had given different districts of the city. When their little shops name had come up Amelia had good to reunite with her childhood friend, told him all that had happened and they have been constant contact since. He offered to lend her any help at any time, which came in hand to hold up her courtesan and many other covers.

Amelia lend in close to her friend and whisper, “Ed, I need a message delivered to a noble man not far from here. You think you could get you message boy to deliver a set of clothes and the message? Tell him I shall be there later tonight to give a ‘private performance’, on the house, with the set of clothes he shall be getting. So make sure to pick a nice set of clothes, and I will be taking a couple but I will bring them back tomorrow. Also I need him to take the back rode there as well.” Her eyes locked with his and noted the seriousness of the conversation, and he knew instantly that it had to do with the Vita Dolce. With a simple nod of his head he grabbed a small piece of paper and called for his message boy, Luke. Meanwhile Amelia went back to Zopyros, and wrapped her arms around his and pulled him down so she could whisper in his ear. “You were followed, don’t panic and act normal. I will pretend to be a mistress so act like you love me. Just go with whatever I do, got it?” He nods and puts his arm around her waist, pretending to help her pick out outfits. After getting five pieces (since being a courtesan one would expect they ask for a lot) they went to the counter to Edwin, who wrapped it all up and bid them far well. When they exit Amelia squealed and thanked him for buying her such beautiful clothing, sensing that they were being watched. She stood on her tip toes and gave Zopyros a peck on the lips, he was surprised at first but kissed her back. He asked when he would be able to see her again, but she answer with a seductive wink and told him whenever he called for her. To her surprise he pulled her in for another kiss before running off. ‘He played that quite well actually, maybe he has an actual mistress somewhere. Well now, it is just you and me now Mister Sneaky, let see how much patients you have.’

With the clothes in her bag she proceeded towards the noble man’s house, but a bard captured her attention. He wasn’t having too much luck with getting any money; everyone was having trouble with money nowadays. She placed her bag next to him causing him to stop playing, but she smile at him and gestured for him to keep going. Taking out her bangles and tambourine, her body began to flow with his music. Little by little she was raising a crowd around them, and people started throwing in coins into the bards little bucket. Amelia smiled at the occurrence, she was glad that she was able to help a person in need, her natural born talent for dance was a blessing she was glad to share with the world. When she came into the Vita Dolce, they were skeptical at letting her join, but she demonstrated and argued how valuable she would be to them. Dancing, she proved, could be a deadly and useful weapon, it distracts the victim while the assassin gets closer and closer; she even told them how fighting was just a more complicated version of dancing. Seeing that they were going to believe her she dared them to let her try it out; assassinate someone using such methods. They allowed her to help get rid of a noble man who had been seen providing goods to the Maschera Mortuaria, he was a small target but they still need him gone. With two 1st rank assassins, Amelia pretended to be a new courtesan from a nearby town and had overhead that the noble man need some ‘entertainment’. His guards allowed her in, and the noble man demanded that she show him what she got; the two others sat on the roof to step in when they heard her scream if she needed help. She asked if she could perform with swords, telling him that they made her look even more seductive than she already was, and he foolishly agreed. She danced her way to him and when done she pressed her body on to him, which he reacted with touching her in various places. Allowing only a minute for this to happen, she quickly slit his throat, threw a smoke bomb as the guards lunged at her, and quickly escaped out the window. After that the Vita Dolce decided to polish her skills and used her more often in undercover missions.

She came up to the house and he greeted her with open arms, jolly fellow with a very round belly. He was a very generous donator to the Vita Dolce, so in return she needed to keep him entertain; but it was a relief that he was a more cultured man and stayed away from the ‘dirtier’ parts. It was good time, he told her, since his entertainers had never come and his party was starting to die out. Getting dress quickly she entered his grand hall to be face with a rather large gathering off men, so without an introduction she danced. Unlike her dances on the street, her performance now was more elegant, the men look with amazement as the wondered if she had been floating on air. Graceful twist and turns, every part of her body was in motion, it was a glorious feeling for her. She received a hearty applause from the men, and the noble man offered her to stay the night in his home. Gladly accepting (since she couldn’t be sure if the man had stopped following her) she was shown the servants’ quarters, detached from the main house. As soon as she entered the room she plopped into the bed, looking up towards the ceiling, she began to wonder about the assassin that had been tailing her and Zopyros. ‘He was part of the Maschera Mortuaria, I wonder if his any good. I mean I could sense he was following us, but still… I have a feeling that he isn’t your typical assassin. That is totatly beside the point, they are probably on to us right now if they sent someone to spy on Zopyros. He needs to be in that raid, and then we need to take the offense should, so that they won’t be able to plan anything and confirm that Zopyros is the spy. My mind is so exhausted…need rest…’ And slowly she drifted off to sleep.

A few hours before dawn, Amelia rose from her bed, her eyes she closed shut. Her body moved around the room, picked up her bag by the door and headed out. Not a soul was out on the street, so Amelia was able to walk right in the middle of the roads, she was taking long strides on her tip-toes; she wasn’t running but walking in style so to say. Even with entering the forest that separate the city with the sea her pace didn’t slow. As she reached the shores, the sun was peaking out on the horizon, but still her eyes were closed. Only upon reaching the waters edge, did Amelia’s eyes flutter open to bask in the breath-taking view. “What a lovely thing to wake up too.” She commented to no one in particular, maybe just even talking to herself.

[[Sorry it took so long to reply, i just finished paying for all my books @-@ not a pretty thing to talk about. I know it's lengthy but I was in a rather writie mood ^^; You dont have to reply with something of the same length, I'm good with whatever you throw at me.]]

He slipped down to a knee as he waited on the roof of the building for the two to slip out of the shop again. Then after a short moment he decided that assessing the situation up until now would help pass the time and rid him of his anxiousness. 'So Zopyros is seeing another agent from the Vita Dulce and since I don't have any solid proof other than my word, I can't bring this to the council elders.' Placing a hand on his chin, Alex allowed his thoughts to continue, 'I'm sure this woman already noticed me which means she's either exceptionally perceptive or she holds a high rank. I'll assume its the latter. If he's been leaking our plans to them then I think that explains all the problems we've been having lately but it would mean that probably already know about our next raid.' The thought caused a heavy inward sigh, 'This raid will have to be the proof I need, I just hope we don't all get killed.'

He was pulled from the morbid thought when he noticed Zopyros and the woman appear from the shop. Thankfully the two went in different directions so if he was presented a window of opportunity he could speak with the woman. When the woman took off towards the part of town where most of the nobles resided he knew that all he needed to do was find out which house she was going to. Marquise was acquainted with almost all the nobles in the area so it was only a matter of if he was in good enough standings or not. After tailing her to the house of a portly fellow, a small grin slipped onto the males lips.

He knew the man, his name was Joseph. He was a man of refined taste and quite snobbish but well mannered all the same. Apparently he had inherited a nice little fortune from his parents and had chosen not to marry preferring the life of a bachelor filled with nights that involved drinking and entertainment. slinking down from the rooftop of another noble's house he made his way to a nearby hideout where he rinsed the dirt off of his body and changed into a tux for the visit.

In a matter of minutes he was able to get dressed as practiced and walked out onto the finer streets of Cyneric as his role of the noble Alexander. He had decided to use his middle name as his first name because no one outside the brotherhood knew his actual name anyway. Not to mention that he was given a nobleman's name because his master had thought him so deserving of it for whatever reason. Not that he was ungrateful but it was a little odd that someone show him that sort of kindness that had been missing throughout his life.

Hurrying back to Joseph's house he was greeted by a butler who informed him that a performance was taking place and that he was welcome to go watch. Naturally he took the older male up on the offer and stayed near the back only getting close enough to catch the woman's features. After looking her over for a few seconds he had to admit she was definitely a beautiful woman. Her clothing showed off her soft curves that shaped a near perfect hourglass type frame. Her had strong blue eyes that could be intoxicating if you fell into their trap. She was toned, likely from both her dancing and her training. She was a natural seductress.

Having gathered enough information about her appearance, Quise decided to leave before he started to look like the rest of these slack jawed men in the room. As he exited he gave a polite farewell to the butler and fell into the confines of his mind while navigating back to the hideout. 'Now that I know her face and body, (not to mention the way she moves), I'll just have to keep an eye on my brother for a while before the raid to see if they continue to meet.'

When he arrived back at his place of solitude he spent the rest of the night reading and practicing his forms. There were preparations to be made for their attack even if it was destined to fail. The little knowledge that had would be used to prepare for the worse. Hopefully all of this would give him an edge at some crucial moment. Still he found himself thinking about that woman time and time again, her face haunting his mind. She had a oddly weakening effect on him. It was annoying, and it made him want to kill her for it. There was no time for him to be wasting, thinking of an enemy in any way other than killing them. . .

(Sorry I know I made you wait way too long but I've had it rough these past few months and really haven't been in the mood to rp lately so forgive me. :sweat: But about the length of your post I loved it, so no worries. Post as much as you can and I'll give you what I got for sure ^_^)