Rise of our Hopes

[Normoro]

This is an Assassin's Creed based role play (on 2 and Brotherhood, not number 1) So all those who wish to join, please PM me your skeleton(s)!


This is all hell.

The people need help against the Templars. The knights working with people to take over the world. And in the future... they will uses the Pieces of Eden to take over the world. but, there is only a small group of people in their way. The are the assassins. These are the keepers of peace, revengers of death. protectors of the innocent. Time for you to step up and take your place in the new Assassin's Order. Time to take care of the Templars and the rest of the world who oppress us. Time for revenge.

This... is your world.

[Normoro]

RULES:



1. This is a Renaissance themed role play. That means no advanced technology. i.e. Cellphones, bombs, snipers, auto-fire guns, etc.

2. There is a small limit in race. The ones allowed are humans and any race HUMAN-LIKE!!! Which means Elves, Halflings, Gnome, etc. This also means no spells, sorcery, flying, etc.

3. There are only two factions: The Assassin's[symbol: s487.photobucket.com/albums/rr237....ol.jpg&newest=1 The one on the left.] And the Templars[symbol: assassinscreed.wikia.com/wiki/Templars] So... choose from those.

4. For equipment: Think for class/race! That means that be creative, as well as incorporating Enzio's assassin's garb. But, you can modify it all you want. Even colors.

5. Weapons: This is the most strict rule. Sword: As in rapiers, short swords, long swords, etc. Old English swords. Long weapons: Pole-Arms, etc. Guns: Small English 15th century pistols/rifles (which means made between the 1400s and the 1500s.) Hidden weapons: Hidden blade (a gauntlet with a blade that flips out with a creatain trigger), and a hidden gun( a gauntlet with a small barrel that fires with a certain trigger.) Throwing weapons: Throwing knives, smoke bombs, poison darts. If you are confused, go to the Assassin's Creed wiki and look at the Brotherhood weapons.

6. There are six ranks: Apprentice, Trainee, Rookie, Advanced, Elite, and Master.

7. There will be some NPC business, which means shopkeepers, Leonardo De Vinci (modifies your hidden blade and hidden gun if you can, BUT NOT ALL THE TIME!!!), and guards. I control all but the guards. So... yeah. Guards are usually in groups and you can not automatically win. Not even Enzio could win that easily. So... be fair. I am somewhat trusting you.

8. You can start side-factions, but make sure to put up a sheet for it in the Side-Factions spot. For communications, uses things an assassin would: For example, throwing a smoke bomb in the air, or a special call.

9. Only OCs aloud. This is not a role play where you can play as Altair, or Enzio.

10. Remember, you actions decide how the guards feel about you. If you constantly start fight with them, tackle and pickpocket citizens, etc. the guards will watch you when you walk by.

11. Remember, if you are uneducated in the ways of Assassin'c Creed, go read the wiki.

12. For your name, make it sound somewhat French, unless your character came from a different country.

13. So.. yeah. You know the rest: No power playing, No auto-hitting, no auto-dodging, etc.

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Character Skeleton:



Name:
Gender:
Race:
Age:
Faction:
Side-Faction: (optional)
Weapons:
Armor:
Clothing:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Rank: (Apprentice, Trainee, Rookie, Advanced, Elite, Master.)
Master: (if you are an Apprentice, can be player or NPC.)
Character picture: (optional)
Description: (optional)

Stats:
Strength: /10
Agility: /10
Intelligence: /10
Stealth: /10
Evasiveness: /10
Parkour abilities: /10
Combat: /10
Endurance: /10

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Side-Faction Skeleton:



Name:
# of Members:
Communication:
Moral:
Meeting Location:
Members names and ranks:
Symbol:

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Character Skeleton Yard:


Name: Drago Ernesto de Leone
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 15
Faction: Assassins
Side-Faction: N/A (optional)
Weapons: Two hidden blade, one on each arm that pop out upon the flick of the wrist, 5 smoke bombs, and 20 throwing knives.
Armor: Leather Greaves, Leather Vambraces, Leather Chest Guard, Leather Spaulders. Vambraces are conceal under hidden blade gauntlets, greaves hidden inside boots. Chest armor and Spaulders under clothes.
Clothing: The same Enzio style assassins garb except for some changes. The hood is shaped like a giant version of an eagle beak. The cape is ripped a little and is pitch black. And the colors of it are thick crimson and brown.
Personality: Dark, quiet, emoish. ... Mostly because of rough childhood.
Likes: Nothing.
Dislikes: How hard it is to train.
Background: Explained in first post...
Rank: Assassin's Apprentice.
Master: Annalise Bianca
Character picture: Later


Stats:
Strength: 5/10
Agility: 3/10
Intelligence: 6/10
Stealth: 1/10
Evasiveness: -1/10
Parkour abilities: 2/10
Combat: 3/10
Endurance: 2/10
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Name: Mirairaira
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 17
Faction: Assassains
Side-Faction: n/a
Weapons: Hidden rapier
Armor: Naught but a cloak and chain mail
Clothing: When on missions, in her cloak and chain mail disguise. During her off days, she looks like a regular wandering citizen in a dress and such.
Personality: Smily. Really likes killing. That mixes well.
Likes: Pretending to be a guy, killing
Dislikes: Being restricted with killing and all.
Background: Nobody knows what happened to her.
Rank: Advanced
Character picture: n/a
Description: really short raven hair, blue eyes

Stats:
Strength: 4/10
Agility: 9/10
Intelligence: 7/10
Stealth: 9/10
Evasiveness: 2/10
Parkour abilities: 2/10
Combat: 10/10
Endurance: 4/10
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[Normoro]

Sub-Faction Yard:

[Normoro]

"What the hell? Why is this happening.... to me?"

Drago, the 5 born child in the Leone family. Life was never fun, nothing ever was. Drago went through everyday life, at first as a cheerful soul, but now run over by the hells themselves. Why, you ask? Because, the fifth born was a disgrace. He couldn't do anything right, and was always one to quick anger. Ever since he was 5, he was beaten senseless everyday.

But, not even that really dim his personality. It was the day, his 15 birthday, everything went to far. Nobody could go through this without suffering the same despair. It all started as Drago walked gracefully through the city, staring at his feet with a somewhat feeling of agony.

Drago had already broken his arm two weeks ago, and it was finally healed. He was coming home to say hi to his family, after digging through the deepest and darkest alleyways for medicine. He peered up at the door of his small cottage, his home located completely in the center of Florence. He loved his home to the point of no existence. But, right as he opened the door, he heard the familiar scream of his younger brother.

Drago dashed through the alleys, stumbling through crowds and tripping over his own steps. He finally made it to the source, just in time to see his brother lying on the ground, blood pouring its way through his body and out of his mouth, chest, and arms. Drago shouted in terror, glaring at the two pickpockets who did this to him.

Drago inched forward, anger flooding through his veins into the knuckles on his hands. He grabbed one of them by the collar of his tunic and asked,"What in the hell happened to my brother? What did you do?" His strong, Italian accent surged out of his mouth from every word. The man pushed Drago against the wall, pulling a knife from his side. He shoved the sharp weapon against Drago's throat and nicked it a little, watching the river of crimson fall.

Drago winced in pain, drawing up enough strength to open his eyes. He stared at his dying brother and burst into tears. Drago pulled his hands free and punched the pickpocket in the face, watching him stumble backwards in pleasure. Drago grabbed the knife and stabbed it into the man's head, swiveling it around with a dark demeanor. Drago then leaped upon the other man and began to repeatedly punch him in the face. Blood shot up and hit the walls, splattering into little dots. "Don't touch my family, you bastard." He stopped once he knew the man wasn't moving. Drago closed his eyes and muttered,"Bastard, non osate toccare nessuno. Nemmeno nella tua vita dopo la morte. Prendete questo come un messaggio da Drago Ernesto de Leone."

Drago strolled over and carefully lift his brother's body, setting his head against the boy's chest. No heartbeat. Drago sobbed silently, setting the boy against the wall. He stared at the ground and shouted,"Addio, mio caro fratello." He slammed his fist against the wall, hearing a small snapping noise. Drago pulled his hand away and pain, realizing he broke his arm yet again. His eyes flared and tears flooded, he let out a small gasping sound, before falling to the floor, unconscious.

The next thing Drago knew, he was on top of a building, a beautiful girl standing next to him. She had long, red hair, silky and enchanting. Her chest was fairly large, as well as her eyes being a light pool of crystal blue. He stood up, but was slapped back down by the woman. Drago whispered,"Who are you?" The girl looked at him, baffled by the question. She stood up, the weird-looking, white garment coming into full view. It had a symbol on the right sleeve as well as many compartments for items.

The girl kicked him in the stomach, smiling as he winced and grasped his tunic. The girl laughed and answered,"Quiet kid. You're our new recruit. My name is Annalise Bianca. But to you, I am Master Bianca." She walked into an old battlement and came back with another garment that looked similar to her's. Except this one had a beak-shaped hood and was a very heavy crimson and light brown. Annalise tossed the garb on top of Drago, cackling in the same witch-like way.

Drago picked it up and saw the same symbol on the side. He looked back up at Annalise, puzzled at the gesture. Drago asked, still confused beyond help,"What do you mean? What is all this?" She stared, then replied,"You're going to be an assassin. The shit you did back there was pretty badass. Enzio suggests I train you to harness your "skills"." She put air quotes around the word skills, shortly before rolling her eyes in disbelief. Annalise continued,"But, strength and sheer anger will get you nowhere. You need to learn much more before growing to my level. Heck... even Enzio could trump you without trying." Drago sighed, the began to rip the obsidian-colored cape. Annalise pulled a dagger out of her belt and threw it an inch away from Drago's leg. Drago stopped, dead as a doornail could ever be.

Annalise dashed forward and kicked Drago across the face, almost sending him off the side of the building. Drago skidded on his side, his head throwing all his weight to the ground. Annalise grabbed his arm and pulled him up. Then, without warning, lifted him up by his sleek, blood-stained tunic. Annalise growled in his face,"Do that again, and I'll leave you for the Templar's. You hear me!" Drago nodded, anger seeping a little out of control. Annalise threw him against a nearby wall and commanded,"Go! Change quickly, we have work to do."

Drago hurriedly change out of his old, dirty tunic and damaged, cloth pants into the clean, colored assassin's garb. He slipped the eagle-beaked hood over his head before presenting himself to Annalise. "Happy." he muttered under his breath. In response, Annalise smacked him upside the head. Drago rubbed his head a little before staring into Annalise's beautiful eyes. He shook his head before her spell took him over. Annalise rolled her eyes and two gauntlet's onto Drago's arms. Drago gazed at the objects with awe, wonder how and why she had them. Annalise then put more items into the pocket belt that was on the garb. She then explained,"the two "gauntlets" have blades concealed in them. All you have to do is flick your wrist, and they will pop out. The other things were," she grabbed on of each out of her own pouches,"Smoke bombs: for quick escapes. And throwing knives: for long-ranged kills." Annalise put the item back in they're places and dropped her gaze at Drago. "Got that kid?" Drago nodded, before following her as she began jumping off of buildings.

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This girl, Mirariaria, was not to be fooled with.

"Easy kill," she said as she dropped a Templar guard's body to the floor. "Now, on to the harder prey. I hope that this will be quick. Ha!" Using the point of her rapier, she stabbed in to the crack of a stone wall, climbing up until she reached a candlelit window.

She snorted while holding on to her rapier and the side of the window. "That climb took me longer than usual. Damn Templar officials, they're always easy to spot because of their five thousand guards."

A clear, bearded shadow within the window next to a couple of armed shadows had gotten up off a wooden desk and walked towards the glass panes, the figure becoming sharper and sharper. Once the shadow's face had almost come in to view, Mira had thrust her rapier at his face, breaking the glass and stabbing through his skull. The only cry was a slight gurgle, and the Templar had fallen. "Tch. Too easy, once again."

The assassin clambered up on to the thatch roof once guards had come running in to the room. The guards opened the window once they had noticed the broken glass, and looked back and forth. "They escaped...!"

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Drago stood at the edge of the building, too afraid to even look at Annalise. He inched more off the edge, to the point where his foot dangled ever so slightly off the roof. Tiny bites of wood fell to the ground, crumpling bit by bit. "Um... are you sure this is safe?" Drago muttered, gulping down a whole mess of fear. Annalise laughed,"Of course it isn't safe. But it is completely needed. Come on, just give it a try." Drago walked back, one foot at a time, til he came to the other side. He began to run, gaining speed as he neared the narrow edge yet again.

Drago dashed, going faster and faster, nearing the edge before... Drago leaped. He stayed calm for all of two seconds before he started flailing his arms like a mad man. Annalise shouted, trying to stick the words into Drago's head,"Don't move drastically. You have to catch something or you will die." Drago stopped, dead in his track of movement. Die? Die! She didn't tell me I could die?? The words wanted to surge out of him, but the fear killed the thought.

Drago started to fall, going faster as he neared the ground. Annalise slammed her hand into her head as she watched her apprentice drown inside the air. She yelled,"Flick your wrist and stab the wall." Without thinking, Drago shot his wrist to the sides, staring upon the glowing, silver blade, and thrust it into the wall.

Drago began to slide downward, stopping as he hit the top of a window. His breath came in short, ragged gasp as he peered above him. Annalise stood, staring down at him from the roof. She gestured for him to climb up, and he vaguely understood her. He began clumsily grabbing loose pieces of granite and pulling himself up.

As he made it to the top, Drago stumbled over his feet after being pulled up by Annalise. Annalise giggled, looking around herself to find out if there were any archers around. Off in the distance, she found a small, feminine head walking toward the guard tower. "Kid... look over here. I think we have found another one." she whispered, grabbing Drago's head and twisting it that direction. Drago's eyes widened as he watched the girl skillfully kill someone. Drago asked,"Wait. Did she just kill an innocent person?" Annalise answered, still staring as the girl trailed off with the prowess of a panther,"No... that was a... elite Templar. She must be... an assassin." Drago stood up, surprised that it wasn't some stuck up asshole who enjoys killing. Annalise pulled him back down and looked behind herself.

"HEY, stop right where you are. There is a law against roof-running. Stand down and crawl back to the ground, or we will use force."

Archers, about 4 of them. Drago lifted himself up, flicking his wrist to pull out his hidden blades. The archers quickly pulled out their longswords and ran at him, yelling,"ASSASSINS!!!" Annalise grabbed Drago, muttering,"What the hell are you doing?" Drago smirked, pulling up his eagle-beaked hood, and replied,"Exactly what that girl was doing."

Annalise readied her lips to speak, but Drago already ran off, jumping into an impossible fight. Drago swung the small blades wildly, but the Templar archers were too fast, their light armor and weapons not affecting their speed. The struck Drago, one cutting his left arm, one creating a huge gash at his cheek, one stabbing him in the chest, and the last one kicking him to the side. Drago fell to the floor, the bright crimson swimming through body and out his wounds.

Drago's vision blurred, watching as the archers began to propel toward him. The last thing he saw was Annalise pulling out her shortsword and shouting,"Get out of her, kid." After that, darkness swirled around his head and blocked his senses.