Name: Archer Collins
Age: 28
Appearance: Normally wears dark gray and black, wears a hooded cloak all the time over a dark shirt and plain dark pants and boots. He's about 5'10" with light brown hair kept a little shaggy and bright blue eyes.
History: He was taken into the Order at the age of 12 and started training to become an assassin. He is now a full-fledged assassin and goes out on missions on his own.

Name: Elise Gray
Age: 24
Appearance: Normally wears plain peasant's clothes in the dullest colors she can find so she blends in. She's about 5'4" with black hair kept in a long braid down her back to her hips and gray eyes.
History: After being left alone at the age of 16 when she ran away from her family and betrothed, she started stealing to make a living. She's still never been caught, but she doesn't steal as often anymore.

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Archer crouched on the roof of a church far above the rest of the city, looking down at the hustle and bustle below. As always, he kept himself above it, separate from it. From the rest of the world. No one knew his name except those in the Order, and no one else was likely to learn it.

But that was okay. That was how he preferred things, after all. It was easier when people didn't know you, didn't worry about you.

Tilting his head down a little so his hood blocked the sunlight from his eyes, Archer surveyed the busy marketplace below him again. His Master had given him an order, a new assignment, and he wanted to see what he could learn about her before he took the woman's life.

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Elise moved through the marketplace easily, slipping between people and glancing in the stalls and shops to see if they had anything she needed. She was supposed to be meeting her friend here today, but she hadn't seen her yet.

It was a rare day off for both of them, so they'd agreed to go out and enjoy themselves for a while. They didn't have any other obligations, and no one else was expecting them, so Elise figured they might as well take the time for themselves.

That was, if she could ever find her friend. Huffing, she absently relieved a rich banker of a few coins as he passed, slipping them into her sleeve for the moment. Really, he wouldn't miss the coins, anyway.

Name: Ella Morgan
Age: 23
Appearance: Can usually be found wearing very plain clothes, and she always wears a floor length skirt. Black, grey and white are her favourite colours to dress in. At 5"6, she's not exactly tall. Her hair is a dark brown and always falls in neat ringlets down to her stomach. Her complexion is very pale, which makes her large brown eyes stand out against her face.
History: Nobody knows very much about Ella. She came from a small town but left there to live where she does now, alone. Every day, at around 6am, she sneaks off into the woodland area surrounding the village, what she does there nobody knows.

Name: Godfrey Wilson
Age: 32
Appearance: Nobody really knows, but on the off sighting he's described to be very tall, about 6"3 with muscular build. He's usually seen wearing red, black or purple, and has very prominent blonde hair and green eyes, though he's usually hooded.
History: Godfrey was born in the Order as his mother was the wife of it's creator. When his father died, at age 18, he took over the Order and is now it's head assassin. He gives the targets and trains all new recruits, but fry rarely gets his own hands dirty.

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Godfrey sat in his oversized office casually looking through a list of targets. He had just sent his most skilled assassin out on a job: Ella. Nobody knew the reason why she needed to be killed, but Godfrey didn't care. All he knew was that her name had come to him on the list, and she was at the very top. Yes, she was main priority. So now he found himself sitting and waiting for Archer to notify him that the job had been done.

It wouldn't be long, knowing Archer. Standing up, Godfrey walked over to the large window at the side of the room. He stood stearing out into the Forrest and started to absentmindedly tap his foot.

An hour passed, and Godfrey was getting impatient. He started to wander the vast
office. It was very unlike Godfrey to care about his assassins jobs, he knew they always got the work done. Especially Archer. But this one was different. The target was an urgent situation, she was top of the list, and if she wasn't destroyed things would start to go very wrong. It didn't matter that he didn't know why, or what she had done, because sooner or later, they all went bad.

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Ella hid behind a large oak. After a minute she popped her head out from behind it to check the coast was clear. Luckily, nobody had seen her go into the woods, so nobody would be waiting for her to come out... But it was always better to be safe than sorry. Casually, she strode out from behind her hiding spot and walked across the field into town. Flipping her long hair so it fell in rings down her back, she melted into the throng of people. It was market day, and market day was always busy.

Glancing around, Ella tried to find her friend. They were supposed to meet in the market square at 12pm. After a minute or two of searching, Ella clocked eyes on Elise. "Elise! Over here!" she shouted as she started to run across the square. When Ella reached her friend, she threw her arms around her and hugged her tight.

It was lovely to see Elise, she was the only friend Ella had. "I almost gave up looking for you. I forgot it was market day, and it's even more busy than usual! I though I might not find you" she smiled, proud of herself for not giving up. But then again, it was hard to miss Elise, what with her long black hair and shiney gray eyes, she definitely wasn't a villager. Everyone in this small place looked the same. All red hair, green eyes and freckles... Even the richer civilians looked the same, apart from their clothes. Herself and her friend were among the very few that stood out. There were only five people in the whole place that had moved here, and three of them were related.