Post by Ninjox on Oct 5, 2013 15:28:38 GMT
Name: Ninjox.
Age: 24
Sex: Female.
Rank: Master Assassin, Tech Guild.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 168 pounds.
Appearance: Crimson hair, cascades down the centre of her back with a long, layered look to the bulk of her hair and fringe. Crisp emerald hues pierce through the veil of crimson with a smirk from pale, fine lips. Whilst working, and more times than often not, Ninjox will don a deep grey cloak and cowl that shrouds her features and keeps her slender form heated. Leather boots cling to her calves with wraps upon them, to keep her clothing tightly bound to those areas, leaving little room to be snagged upon wires and other such sharp objects. Leather, fingerless, gloves adorn her hands, keeping them protected with the tough hide from which they are made, bracers holding the sleeves of her jacket close to her flesh. Despite living in the Tech-lands, her attire is more suited to darker, less technologically advanced areas, which is a personal choice.
Personality: Ninjox is, like most strong females, strong-willed and perhaps even more so due to the originally male-led guild she now has control over. The female is incredibly proud of her achievements within the guild, and will display herself as such, her intense attitude matching the fire-red colour of her hair, not taking no for an answer on many occasions. Whilst being hot-headed, her attitude is never anything but professional, treating each guild member with respect, regardless of their rank within the order, however taking advantage of this tolerant nature is not advised, for her bark is certainly not as bad as her bite, and her skills in the use of a blade are second to none. She can often be referred to as Fox, for her cunning abilities in hunting down contracts and taking out individual, sometimes multiple, targets in an area; it's also often a reference to her hair colour.
History:
Ninjox was born into the Tech landscape, and bred into the Assassin Guild. Much to the disappointment of many male assassins who came before her, Ninjox was to be given the title of Chief, or Master, Assassin. It was her birth right, and due to having no male family come before nor after her, the female was trained alongside the more than capable peers that soon had to work beneath her command. Whilst the right of the title lay upon the young woman’s shoulders, her treatment by the others was not what one might call friendly toward the female, perhaps due to the fact that it was a woman that now called the shots over the order, or merely because her attitude was ruthless when it came to taking out contracts and delegating them.
Whilst the Tech Assassin’s Guild was a future the female could not escape from, her attitude toward the other guilds in other worlds was one of a suspicious nature, the Dim Hollow Assassins were well known for stealing contracts once the knowledge had been leaked. But the rats in the Tech Guild were always found out and taken care of, usually in a way that would display authority toward the other guild-sects. Ninjox was calm when meeting with other Master’s, treating them as an old friend that had come to visit, dining them and offering gifts of the Tech-age, be it machines of great size or smaller antiquities that had been treasured and conserved through new-age technology. As time went on, or didn’t in the case of the Tech Guild, Ninjox formed a content relationship between Guild Chiefs and Masters, working under the voice of the Elder.
Weapon:
Bone-hilted Dagger:
sta.sh/01vqlq43i5st
Damascus steel, bone or ivory.
European Dagger:
sta.sh/0eorbo8k5ui
Steel, Wood and Silver.
Compound Bow:
Made from extremely light, but strong, metal. A button placed upon the side ensures the ‘arms’ of the compound bow contract and expand based on usage. The bow itself is used with various types of arrow, rope, water, fire and small explosive arrow heads are used to cause distraction, injury, or to hide one’s self when flames are to be extinguished, or even to escape an area through the use of the rope arrow.
Weakness:
Due to the nature of Ninjox’s training, her abilities are only challenged by those of the same training, or something completely different. Her fighting style with small blades makes her vulnerable by long-range attacks, and magic-based attacks; the female is human after-all and is restricted by mortal illness and weaknesses including blood loss, injury, and of course becoming unconscious.
The compound bow is of no use in close quarters combat and reduces her ability to be able to defend herself, but it can be used as a blunt weapon in order to flee, but will often never be used as it is a prized possession.
Both daggers are only ever used in close-combat, toe-to-toe defense is a natural way of fighting for Ninjox and she will often defend herself extremely well, but can be taken by surprise due to the need for close-quarters fighting.
Vehicle:
None currently.
RP Sample:
Heat flooded the grounds of the large castello the assassin had been sent to, the sun high in the sky and beaming down upon all those in the line of fire, sending streams of light down onto the ground. The heat wasn't scorching, but it was enough to put off some people and creatures from being out and about. However there were some still out, lingering in the light, and doing their jobs, or perhaps just even lazing around, enjoying the unusually content weather. Even with the place half in ruin it was deemed a good day to be out and socializing, or just to be out. The castello had been destroyed in weeks past, some sort of battle had been fought there and very few had made it out of the scene, and most of the buildings had been reduced to rubble; those that still stood seemed to be supporting large holes in the brickwork, providing a view into the lives of those in the area.
Others were out to just do a job, to get what they had come out into the burning sun to get and then return to the dark holes from which they had crawled out of, but a figure in an almost blood-red coloured cloak was moving carefully through people, causing only a little bit of a stir but the figure moved fast enough to avoid holding anyone's attention for too long. Glowing emerald hues stared out from the shadow cast across the hidden face, a hood up and hanging just slightly before the eyes of the owner and keeping their face entirely shrouded in darkness, except those eyes that stared out unblinkingly. Gloved hands moved out, pushing people gently out of the way, just soft nudges to ensure they moved without harm or hassle, until the figure grew close enough to be within the grounds of the kingdom once glorious and now ruined, and in repair.
After a few moments of looking around the form moved carefully and silently into the castle grounds, eagerly looking for the target that those focused eyes were seeking. In fairness it didn't take too long in order to find the target, it was an obvious one, with flaming hair to match the sun in the sky. The figure withdrew into some shade to ponder future moves, and perhaps an actual attack, but not now and most certainly not in the day-time. That would be a foolish manoeuvre on their part, the Order wouldn't be impressed if a kill was performed within the day and most importantly in plain sight with no where to escape to afterwards.
The form examined their right wrist, adjusting some leather bandaging and then refocusing on the target in silence, perfectly blending into the darkness of the small amount of shadows amongst all the rubble; the place was perfect, now all the assassin needed was the sun to go down and for the target to remain there, alone.
Theme Song:
Age: 24
Sex: Female.
Rank: Master Assassin, Tech Guild.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 168 pounds.
Appearance: Crimson hair, cascades down the centre of her back with a long, layered look to the bulk of her hair and fringe. Crisp emerald hues pierce through the veil of crimson with a smirk from pale, fine lips. Whilst working, and more times than often not, Ninjox will don a deep grey cloak and cowl that shrouds her features and keeps her slender form heated. Leather boots cling to her calves with wraps upon them, to keep her clothing tightly bound to those areas, leaving little room to be snagged upon wires and other such sharp objects. Leather, fingerless, gloves adorn her hands, keeping them protected with the tough hide from which they are made, bracers holding the sleeves of her jacket close to her flesh. Despite living in the Tech-lands, her attire is more suited to darker, less technologically advanced areas, which is a personal choice.
Personality: Ninjox is, like most strong females, strong-willed and perhaps even more so due to the originally male-led guild she now has control over. The female is incredibly proud of her achievements within the guild, and will display herself as such, her intense attitude matching the fire-red colour of her hair, not taking no for an answer on many occasions. Whilst being hot-headed, her attitude is never anything but professional, treating each guild member with respect, regardless of their rank within the order, however taking advantage of this tolerant nature is not advised, for her bark is certainly not as bad as her bite, and her skills in the use of a blade are second to none. She can often be referred to as Fox, for her cunning abilities in hunting down contracts and taking out individual, sometimes multiple, targets in an area; it's also often a reference to her hair colour.
History:
Ninjox was born into the Tech landscape, and bred into the Assassin Guild. Much to the disappointment of many male assassins who came before her, Ninjox was to be given the title of Chief, or Master, Assassin. It was her birth right, and due to having no male family come before nor after her, the female was trained alongside the more than capable peers that soon had to work beneath her command. Whilst the right of the title lay upon the young woman’s shoulders, her treatment by the others was not what one might call friendly toward the female, perhaps due to the fact that it was a woman that now called the shots over the order, or merely because her attitude was ruthless when it came to taking out contracts and delegating them.
Whilst the Tech Assassin’s Guild was a future the female could not escape from, her attitude toward the other guilds in other worlds was one of a suspicious nature, the Dim Hollow Assassins were well known for stealing contracts once the knowledge had been leaked. But the rats in the Tech Guild were always found out and taken care of, usually in a way that would display authority toward the other guild-sects. Ninjox was calm when meeting with other Master’s, treating them as an old friend that had come to visit, dining them and offering gifts of the Tech-age, be it machines of great size or smaller antiquities that had been treasured and conserved through new-age technology. As time went on, or didn’t in the case of the Tech Guild, Ninjox formed a content relationship between Guild Chiefs and Masters, working under the voice of the Elder.
Weapon:
Bone-hilted Dagger:
sta.sh/01vqlq43i5st
Damascus steel, bone or ivory.
European Dagger:
sta.sh/0eorbo8k5ui
Steel, Wood and Silver.
Compound Bow:
Made from extremely light, but strong, metal. A button placed upon the side ensures the ‘arms’ of the compound bow contract and expand based on usage. The bow itself is used with various types of arrow, rope, water, fire and small explosive arrow heads are used to cause distraction, injury, or to hide one’s self when flames are to be extinguished, or even to escape an area through the use of the rope arrow.
Weakness:
Due to the nature of Ninjox’s training, her abilities are only challenged by those of the same training, or something completely different. Her fighting style with small blades makes her vulnerable by long-range attacks, and magic-based attacks; the female is human after-all and is restricted by mortal illness and weaknesses including blood loss, injury, and of course becoming unconscious.
The compound bow is of no use in close quarters combat and reduces her ability to be able to defend herself, but it can be used as a blunt weapon in order to flee, but will often never be used as it is a prized possession.
Both daggers are only ever used in close-combat, toe-to-toe defense is a natural way of fighting for Ninjox and she will often defend herself extremely well, but can be taken by surprise due to the need for close-quarters fighting.
Vehicle:
None currently.
RP Sample:
Heat flooded the grounds of the large castello the assassin had been sent to, the sun high in the sky and beaming down upon all those in the line of fire, sending streams of light down onto the ground. The heat wasn't scorching, but it was enough to put off some people and creatures from being out and about. However there were some still out, lingering in the light, and doing their jobs, or perhaps just even lazing around, enjoying the unusually content weather. Even with the place half in ruin it was deemed a good day to be out and socializing, or just to be out. The castello had been destroyed in weeks past, some sort of battle had been fought there and very few had made it out of the scene, and most of the buildings had been reduced to rubble; those that still stood seemed to be supporting large holes in the brickwork, providing a view into the lives of those in the area.
Others were out to just do a job, to get what they had come out into the burning sun to get and then return to the dark holes from which they had crawled out of, but a figure in an almost blood-red coloured cloak was moving carefully through people, causing only a little bit of a stir but the figure moved fast enough to avoid holding anyone's attention for too long. Glowing emerald hues stared out from the shadow cast across the hidden face, a hood up and hanging just slightly before the eyes of the owner and keeping their face entirely shrouded in darkness, except those eyes that stared out unblinkingly. Gloved hands moved out, pushing people gently out of the way, just soft nudges to ensure they moved without harm or hassle, until the figure grew close enough to be within the grounds of the kingdom once glorious and now ruined, and in repair.
After a few moments of looking around the form moved carefully and silently into the castle grounds, eagerly looking for the target that those focused eyes were seeking. In fairness it didn't take too long in order to find the target, it was an obvious one, with flaming hair to match the sun in the sky. The figure withdrew into some shade to ponder future moves, and perhaps an actual attack, but not now and most certainly not in the day-time. That would be a foolish manoeuvre on their part, the Order wouldn't be impressed if a kill was performed within the day and most importantly in plain sight with no where to escape to afterwards.
The form examined their right wrist, adjusting some leather bandaging and then refocusing on the target in silence, perfectly blending into the darkness of the small amount of shadows amongst all the rubble; the place was perfect, now all the assassin needed was the sun to go down and for the target to remain there, alone.
Theme Song:
