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Welsh wanna do fantasy, or something in the Victorian era??

Okie >.< honestly I have no ideas right now

Elves and assassins sound fun ^^ have you read The Throne of Glass

Could we maybe do something similar to that ^^? I haven't read Heir of fire though but I have it :I

:O I got it months ago but I keep pushing it off. Lol probably cuz it'll be forever till the series finished.

I kinda wanna make a guy assassin... Maybe one of those and then like Dorian I believes that's his name in this case is a girl/princess who's also an elf as he is too and then we can have a guard too maybe...

Alrighty wanna do character bios? Also guard or no guard?? Maybe the elf princess could've shown interest in him before hand until the assassin shows up? Also should he be an elf too or nah <.<?

And that's horrible Dx oh me lawd. I'll probably give in though soon.

Hmm maybe he doesn't have to be an elf but in some way he's attached to the princes...?

Okie xP

Kay... not too much details >.< and i'll work on my guy after i find a name

Are you doing personality and history or no?? Also I'm figuring my guy will have the basics of Celaena's past

Lol sure... Idk if I know it but Whateves <.<

Okie. I'm figuring she'll have to be bold and chatty cuz my guys not gonna be able to slip into her room at any Time

Okie <.< I still need a name and a face D: I'm gonna look for those now.

{Wyatt Orson}

{Age} 19
D.O.B. March 6th

{Gender} Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: N/A
Crush: N/A

{Appearance}


Personality: Sarcastic, Quirky, Loner, Violent, Romantic Cold

Agreed O.O and i tried to think of a name that fit the world but i couldn't so Wyatt is what we gots xD

I wanted to but now it's late and i must go to bed Dx so can you, and then i'll reply tomorrow ^^

I lurve details. Mine while probably be lengthy too just to start off with that prison and shtuff. And we're doing the same thing where they compete to be the king's whatever??

Plus we'll add a bunch of other weird things

((Love it!! I'll work on my response once I get back from the gym <.< ))

Ardalan's Assassin. That was the title Wyatt had been dubbed from a young age, and it fit him well. After all he worked for the league of assassins, and he'd been killing before he could even walk. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but it was as close to the truth as he could get. Alas he was no longer the tall framed man he had once been, and in the prison he began to wither away- and his wrists grew smaller as the chains grew tighter. All he could possibly dwell on was the fact that he'd been set up. It was all rather humorous in a sickly way, now that he thought about it. Abroynn Hamel. At one point in his life Wyatt would've trusted him with anything, but he was just another possession of this said King of Assassins. Rarely did he do the killing himself, but training the top assassins in the world he figured he must've had some title. Anyways he made an example out of Sam- his best friend, but sticking his head to a pike. Now it was just him fighting for his life, 'cause after all that shock and turmoil, for the first and last time ever he'd been caught.

Of course once he was in this dump he fighted for his life with every little fiber of his being. But the heavy guarding did nothing. While others were always followed by one or two, he was trailed by ten or more. It often made him feel just a little bit smug. After all he was a man, and if it took ten to hold him down then they must've been out of order here. Wyatt was also the first one to reach the wall of Endovier. His fingers had barely skimmed against the wall before one thing held him back- one person to be particular. From then one he remained by himself and tried not to think of that small taste of freedom as he went through the salt mines, and did whatever he was told without protest. No longer was did he have his sharp tongue, or an obvious hatred for authority. The act alone costed him one hundred more years here in this hell-hole, but he wasn't concerned with that, hopefully he'd be dead by then.

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It was on a particularly fine morning when the assassin was called to counsel, and to his surprise, the throne room. The act gave him a slight interest, especially when a nice maiden helped him into more nice clothing. The rags he'd been sporting for the last year were thrown to the side as he was suited up in a flowing button up and some pants. Sighing he looked at the chains that still remained at his feet, and the ones on his arms were a particular burden as well. Just before approaching the room he was surprised once more when a trembling man approached him and unlocked the shackles on his ankles- this had to be his death sentence.

Soon the door was opening in front of him and he rose an eyebrow at the sight in front of him. The regal girl remained silent for a moment, but the jewels that adorned her person gave him insight into who she was.

"Hello Princess." He said with an attempts at a smirk, though his voice cracking was not intended.


((So i'm going later xP ))

((Sorry I had a lot of homework yesterday and Monday and I wasn't really able to get on >.< and now my brain is a pile of mush from lack of sleep. But as soon as I get home from school tomorrow I'll reply!!))

Wyatt did his best not to flinch under her calculated gaze- for all he knew this was his execution, and what a fine one it would be with a royal to witness it. Instead of cowering in front of her he straightened his shoulders and stood tall, glad for once that he was not whipped on the back or such a bold move. As soon as she spoke he was unsure whether or not she held sarcasm in her voice and in an automatic reaction his smirk fell away from his lips and he fixed her with a glare.
"I could prove it to you if you'd like?" He spit out as he kept himself from brushing his unruly hair away from his face. Filth covered him from head to toe and he yearned for the first class baths he used to receive- but that was of no concern now.

"I may be young but the people I've killed don't amount to even ten times my age." Wyatt felt the need to defend himself. His age and his pretty face had gotten him out of things plenty of times and there were very few situations he could not handle. Shifting his feet he winced inwardly at the stifling pain he felt in his back as he looked around at the people that surrounded him. Two were by the door and four were flanking the princess. "Is there a reason you have me here today?" He finally asked after a moment of silence had passed and he was becoming impatient. Was this just some way this snobby little royal could feel better about herself. He wanted to head back towards the exit, but he wanted to hear what she had to say. No doubt it was an offer... But what could she possibly need him for? Who could she possibly want dead.

((Sorry ): so short just wanted to post something.))