I'm not sure if this is allowed, but I will give it a shot. I have had a fascination with roll playing, but I only do it occasionally, and if I visit a true roll playing forum I get left behind in the dust. So I will start off a roll playing thread for people to join at the leisure.
<---// Rules //--->
NO playing god please, that will get boreing fast.
NO killing off or anything that will impeed another person who is activly participating.
Keep the story line on track/.
NO abilities, weapons that are too outer worldly
NO copying other peoples characters, it will get boreing if everyone is the same
This is all First person
<---// My character //--->
Name: Not known. goes by Silent Nite
Nationality: North American and Japanese mixed
Occupation: Contract Killer [also goes by Shinobi]
Features: Wear a dark grey cloack with a lip that covers the lower half of my face. It goes all the way down to the ground consealing my entire body. Beneath the cloak I wear a pair of black pants, loose fitting, but not so much that they get int he way. My shirt is also loose, and comes up close to my neck but exposes a small necklace with a pendant on it. over top of my shirt I have a leather strap that holds a ninja sword to my back, some shurikens to my side, and a small dagger. My hear is black with some very dark grey streaks through it, and some of it partially covers my eyes.
<---// Begin //--->
As I lay awake in my slightly bleeding from my side, I try to comprehend what exactly went wrong. My entry was perfect, and the kill was flawless, and yes somehow I was met by several guards on my way out. Only 1 explination, I was set up. I bandaged up the wound and forced myself to sleep, to try to give it some time to heal.
I was at the home of an old friend who had taken me in long ago and saved my life before. She was a kind woman, timid, and a little bit of a shut-in, but seemed to be very open to me. The house was at the end of a small forest, near a waterfall that dropped into a lake. I decide that as soon as I am well enough to go, I will leave to avoide bringing dangure to this kind hearted woman.
I drift to sleep, but a very troubled sleep. The wound makes sleeping hard, and at times it causes sharp pains to shoot through my side into my lungs causing breathing to slow. Then, as if by magic, the pain loweres, and loweres until it is no more. I awake to the sight of the woman with her hands over my side and praying, wile rubbing sime medicine on it. With no words to say, I just lay there staring at her...
