RPGAssassin
Mm. Go away.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Patcharoo
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
Groups
Description
Fully garbed in black smelling of cheap perfume or deodorant and with mismatched pupil colours.
Personality
Rules
1. I will kidnap, maim, rob and most of your tasks, but I will not kill.
2. I'll only take one job at a time. Deal with it.
3. I'm not going to take a job unless you have a damn good reason. None of this 'Just do it because its your job' bullshit.
4. I do not accept begging, pleading or counter offers. That's bad business. Worse business? Telling you my employers name. Do you think I'm retarded?
5. I'll take a job on anyone. You name them, I'll do it. I do not take these matters personally, nor do I care if they are personal matters. I am not afraid of someone powerful.
Equipment
Magic
Metalmorph
Assassin can morph the shape of metal they are touching. This applies to their own weapons.
Poison Magic
Most poisons last two hours. Can additionally come in poison form.
Disabling Poison
A poison that numbs the mind and body, making the person unable to move within a matter of minutes, spreading from the initial affected area.
Paralytic Poison
Dulls the nerves of the affected area, effectively shutting down the limb.
Sleep Poison
A poison which quickly renders the affected person unconscious.
Wind Magic
Mistform
Allows Assassin to turn themselves into a state of mist temporarily.
Current Control
The Assassin can control air currents in small areas.
Air Burst
Assassin is capable of suddenly creating a burst of wind capable of throwing anything short of a car. The shape is generally circular and horizontal, pushing backwards, not upwards.
Wind Cutter
Assassin is capable of sending out line based slashes through the air, but because of their 'capture not kill' nature, it is rarely used.
Mist
Assassin creates Mist itself.
Equipment
Weapons
Metal Pole
A sizable solid metal pole.
Viper Chain
A chain of metal, lengthy and controlled. The end is a small violent four pointed clamp, that can grab onto people and shred flesh easily.
History
The Assassin worked for a while, scoring nine kills until their own death at which point they were brought back by 'a contingency plan'. Leaving town for a while, they let others do a really mediocre job in his place, but now he returns.
Or, does he?
Assassin's Story
Assassin entered the bar, a familiar figure, but they did not seem to be quite as they used to be. Their eyes shift around slightly for a moment, as if adjusting to the bar, then they focus on the counter itself. "Mmm."
Assassin gives a sniff and turns to leave the bar.
Assassin stepped out of the storeroom. She hadn't been in there before, but that was definitely where she came from. She glances about, facial expression hidden behind her mask. With a sniff, she leans against the storeroom door frame.
Assassin slid her own eyes over Wisp. It wasn't because the woman had looked at her, but merely because she was used to watching people. Eyes passing on to the other two patrons, she gives a slight tip of her head before retreating back into the storeroom.
Assassin moves into the bar from the storeroom, lingering for a moment as a constant reminder that the business of blood money will be active once more. She takes up a mug and pours herself a beer from a casket, eyes drifting over each person.
Assassin finishes watching over each patron as they settle their mug down on the counter, contents untouched. "Is anyone interested in having some wetwork done?" she calls out.
Assassin nods and falls silent. She would get work eventually, that was how it always worked. Maybe she would have to be a bit more loud though. One last try was worth it. "I'm taking a job to kill a person," she repeats, "Does anyone want someone dead?"
Assassin frowns behind her mask. Maybe these people were weak. Didn't have the guts to order a kill. "If you want me, you'll know who to contact," she says simply to the air, then turns and heads into the storeroom.
Assassin once more emerged with a call; "Assassin for hire. Specialises in wetwork, murder, blood money and killing. I'll make sure that that its dead, gauranteed, or you don't have to pay." Some days the blunt approach was just the best.
Assassin folds their arm. "In addition," she adds, "Since no one has made any sort of claim on this area, this is now my area to work as an assassin. If anyone does assassin work here without my permission, I will kill them." She was just being clear.
Assassin eyes up the various patrons and nods. Whether they had heard her or not, they would soon find out how serious she was.
Assassin steps into the storeroom with her gaze silently travelling over the place, watching for any surprises.
Assassin shrugs. "Depends on how hard it is to kill them. Health risk, equipment costs etcetera. If you can't pay then we can arrange something else. If you try to skip out on paying then you get a hit on your head. Who's the hit?"
Assassin folds her arms over her chest, as if copying the other woman. "I'll do what I can."
Assassin waves at the hand. "I don't shake. Excuse me, I gotta go find a person to kill." She backs out the door.
Assassin enters the bar from the storeroom, watching, waiting.
Assassin suddenly jerks backwards and away from Xian. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asks, large hook-like claws suddenly whipping out from the insides of their hands. She raises a hand to try and get the attention of Miles Hagan. "Hey, I need to talk to you."
Assassin slipped over the counter towards Miles Hagan. "I heard a good friend of mine just made it into jail. Now I can see you're the sort of guy who has a value on money, so maybe we can make a little arrangement...?"
Assassin gives a shrug, then slips a hand down their side. "You sure? You look like the kind of man who would have many fingers in many pies. With the right slip of money here or there who knows what could happen... right?" She leans back in her chair, feet resting on the table as she a credit card on the table.
Assassin cocks her head. "Well what would it take to get him free? An old fashioned jail break?" she asks with an eyebrow raised behind her mask. "No, come now, we can work something out, surely."
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