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Jason Marks

"I am no hero. Nor should I be praised as one. A hero saves everyone, and I have not."

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a character in “Hashshashin”, as played by MiraMija

Description

Name: Jason Marks
Age: 21
Body Type: He's a very strong and broad guy with a lot of power. He is very brutal and powerful with his attacks. He is tall and has a harsh-looking face, and can scare a lot of people by just looking at them.
Heritage: Caribbean-Italian Mix
Position: Mentor
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Personality: Jason is totally truthful and blunt, making him sound a little rude and obnoxious. He doesn't think too much before doing or saying something that might come back to bite him in the butt, but he always speaks from his heart and speaks truthfully. Jason will always do what is right in his heart and what benefits the greater good. He acts like a kid sometimes, not realizing it, so the others tend to mock him for it. He is very supportive of others and will always make sure that they are doing alright. He is head strong, and will never show weakness, even to himself. He will never cry, he will never hesitate, he will never let his target live.
Skills: hand to hand combat is his specialty, but he is also known for his hunting and tracking skills of both animals and humans. The only far range weapon he will use is his bow and arrow.
Weapons: Tomahawk and a bow and arrow. Those are his most common weapons, but he will use a knife from time to time.
Preferred Combat Style:
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Weaknesses: His emotions can often dull his senses. He will not show it, but when he fights with a troubled mind, he will get injured more and seem a little out of it.
Fears: His greatest fear... to loss everything he's ever cared about. The brotherhood is his only life, and if he lost it, he'd have nothing else.

So begins...

Jason Marks's Story

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Jason was alone in the basement of his 'new home'. After having been ripped away from his current mission to meet up with the other assassins, Jason was feeling a bit frustrated. He was lightly happy to see his mentor again, though. It had been a couple years since he had sent him off for some missions. Jason wasn't even too sure why he was required for the meeting... It had nothing to do with him. Assassins meeting together to rebuild the order... but they couldn't just leave the world alone. It was the assassin's job to fight, and this little 'coffee break' of theirs was going to cost them....

Jason looked to the reinforced wall where he used to train as a teen. His teacher had purposely built the wall up so he could fight with it for as long as he needed. His teacher told him that a real assassin could break the wall with a single punch, but now looking at it, it was impossible to do such a thing. The wall was almost two feet thick and to simply punch it would never break it. That thought frustrated him slightly. He was such a fool, and still is.

No one had arrived at the base yet. Jason had done a sweep of the entire place. Knowing that, he began to do what he used to... punch the wall. It was just as he remembered. Painful. But this time, he was bigger and stronger, so every punch, shook the wall, if only slightly. His knuckle bled slightly, but that was nothing to him. He just punched the wall, as if he were trying to prove to someone that he could break the wall. The emotional investment into simple things was always a weakness of his.

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#, as written by Haas33
Alyona crept around the corner, her attention invested in the pounding on what sounded like a wall. She had arrived at the base just moments ago, but was rather curious to find the source of the noise. Whit on eland on her dagger, she made her way through the base. She was quite interested to see the assassins meet up. She had been at this base only a couple times before, occasionally between major missions. The pounding became louder as she wove her way through the rooms. Soundlessly she entered a room where man was punching a wall. She recognized him from past missions. He was a mentor, like herself. She frowned for a second, but then understood. She remembered an exercise like this whenever she was young. He seemed dead set on breaking the wall, but it only trembled at every punch.

"I remember this," Alyona frowned. "I could never break it," she finally spoke up, intrigued by his emotional desire to break the wall. Just for the heck of it, she crossed the threshold and faced the wall. She placed her hand where she was about to punch, closed her eyes, breathed in, strengthen her core muscles, tightened her arm, pulled back, then pushed her arm forward. She felt the impact of her fist hitting the wall, jolting her. She wasn't as strong as most, but she had trained for years. She heard the faintest cracking of the wall in front of her, and she opened her eyes. The were no noticeable cracks in the wall, looking completely unharmed. She looked at her knuckles. They were scraped up, and a little bloody. The pain almost didn't register in her head. "Hmph," she simply said.

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From the other side, a fist burst through the wall, and Camina's voice came from the other side, muffled by the wall.
"Does anyone know how I got over here? I was using the sewers! Where am I even?" It had been easy enough for her to punch through her side of the wall, though. Reinforced walls rarely work well both ways, and this one had been holding up to having been punched again and again and dirt for years. She had felt the weakness left from their punches, though she didn't know this to be the cause, and had struck firmly where they had done her job.
"...Oh, Dios Mio, have I gotten myself lost again? Madre de Jesu..."
Her accent and gratuitous swearing easily placed her as a Spaniard, but her skin, at least, that which they could see, looked like she had been born elsewhere, the islands to the south, maybe.

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"You know now I have to fix that..." Jason growled at the girl. He clenched his fists and made a face of annoyance as if he were some kid. He crossed his arms and rubbed his temples, trying to calm himself. "I should be the one saying Dios mio." Jason was not expert in the language, but he had grown up with it. Most of it was broken, but he could understand pretty well. Jason turned to the other girl, the one here first and greeted her by her name remembering her from the past, "Alyona. Nice to see you again. I am Jason."

As he spoke, he pulled down his hood. Standing there, he noticed he was much taller than the girls... but that was common for him. Jason was very tall. He looked over at the hole in the wall, then to the other entrance to the room. He wondered where the master was. He should have been here first. Jason walked out of the room and left the two girls alone as if he were going to do something, but he was just curious if anyone else was here.

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#, as written by Haas33
((Um...Alyona never broke the wall....))
"priyatno vas videtʹ" Alyona said, nodding to Jason. Which meant 'good to see you' in russian, a greeting she didn't offer to many people, with the expection of people she hasn't seen in a long time, hence the reason she offered it to him. Alyona was well worn out from her long journey. She had let her horse go free ten miles back, as it was tired and slowing her down. She had traversed the rest of the way on foot. That plus her now raw knuckle made her want to 'Sadis', V Nogakh Pravdy Nyet' "When will the rest be arriving," Alyona said, her speech clouded with a thick Russian accent. She hoped there would be enough time to rest. As if as an afterthought, she pulled the bow from her back, easing the tension from her shoulder blades, and set it on a table. She adjusted her quiver on her back, and wrestled her concealed knives into a more comfortable position before picking up her bow again.

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(No, but she wasn't the first to punch it, like I said, it would have had years of stress behind it. Also, not to mention I found it rather funny, that a ditzy girl who couldn't even get to the guild from the street ended up being, and I quote, a "real assassin". I also bring up her island upbringing, where she never had more than a day of rest per year. She's stronger than she looks.)
Camina walked into the area they were in, shaking the dirt out of her hair. Upon her reveal, she was much smaller than you'd expect, only about 5'2". She was small, but her muscles were well defined from her younger days when she would spend her days swimming for oysters, climbing trees for fruit, and hunting down deer with a knife, having never been able to properly shoot an arrow for the life of her. As she walked, a slight breeze moved her clothes a bit, revealing a rapier, finely jeweled and looking sharp enough to cut a man down before he knew what had happened. She took a few more steps forward, and bowed formally, introducing herself with a completely serious tone.
"Camina de Knowles, Teacher of many, student to all." The sudden change from her lighter personality earlier was a little jarring, almost like changing gears without the clutch.

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Character Portrait: Alyona Borowski Character Portrait: Jason Marks Character Portrait: Maximillian Thermidor, Lord Assassin Character Portrait: Camina de Knowles
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#, as written by Haas33
((So confused now...So did Camina break the wall? And if she did....that isn't very realistic I guess. Not to be a critic, but the only person I even considered breaking the wall would be the head assassin. I made sure that my character, even at the position of a mentor, did not break it, only a faint cracking sound. Not even visible lines. Though I do understand that it was on the other side, doesn't it seem...unreasonable? Forgive me for my sudden randomness...I was just confused by who was what, and what was going on..I just yeah. Either way, I would prefer this to be taken to the OOC... Urgh...Jeez I have an afterthought for Maximilian: Is it ok if I say that Maximilian taught Alyona? The age difference for this doesn't seem unreasonable.))

Alyona was just putting her arrow back on her back when a figure appeared in the doorway. She was about to send a knife towards his chest, but then she recognized him as her focus sharpened. "Master Maximilian," she said, with a courteous bow. Alyona wondered how long it had been. Was it just yesterday he had been teaching her how to send someone to the ground dead before they could blink? It was very nice to be seeing Miximilian and jason again after so long. She had spent the past four years as a spy off in a foreign island to gain both trust and knowledge of their corrupt political leader. Then when it seemed most surprising, she killed him. Now why wouldn't she kill him outright? because he was an assassin like herself. It was complicated, and she really didn't want to get into details, but long story short, she hadn't seen anyone from their group of assassins in forever.

"Ah, interesting. I did not expect for us to have some many people in here. Tell me, what are you all doing here? Do you not have better things to do?" she heard maximilian say. "Relieving old times. But I was also wondering the same thing. Could I not refresh myself from the long journey?" Alyona replied, her russian accent distorting the words she uttered.

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Jason bowed his head as Maximilion entered the vicinity. As he looked up he heard the old man say "I see that you've returned to your old training room." Jason nodded and replied quickly, "I was only curious to discover how I have changed since I was here last." Jason watched as the great leader of the assassin order strode into the basement room and addressed the others. Jason left the basement to see if any others had discovered the base. He wandered the first floor for a bit, stopping as he saw a man sneaking around. He wondered if he was an assassin or just an intruder. As Jason watched him silently and quietly, he caught him say, "Well done my brothers." That and the fact that the man noticed the traps. They were only by the windows. Other than those, the house was just falling apart.

Jason wrinkled his nose slightly before talking to the man, saying, "State your business." Jason didn't want to let the guy off the hook so easily. Jason whipped out his bow and arrow and aimed it firmly at the man. Maybe the man would recognize him as one of the mentors... they were pretty well known around the brotherhood for their skills. Jason wished he could be good at his job without being held up like some sort of hero or secret weapon, but what could he do but go along with it? Jason turned his thoughts to the man and gave him a harsh stare as he waited for an answer from him.

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A man in Brotherhood garb demanded Lance state his business, Lance let his eyes take in the other assassin. The man was well outside of Lance's immediate reach, and he'd obviously not be able to draw his own bow before his counterpart fired his arrow. One thing however did catch his eye, the tomahawk the guy was wielding. The tomahawk had Brotherhood written all over it, and less than a dozen assassin's in the New World carried one around...foremost among them being, "Mentor?"

Lance asked the question to get a feel of the man, but made no effort to remove the metal stake from his hand. "My business? Simply finding out if this is the right location, and should I be wrong...eliminating evidence of my passing." He bent the ring finger on his left hand down, a symbol of the days of old where the Brotherhood removed the digit as a mark of fealty. He drew no attention to the act, but for one of the Order, his action would be clear as day.

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The old Janissary stood up from his chair after thinking it could make him stiff. He wondered where he could store all of his equippment. Once he was situated he would retrieve rest of his things by wagon from a worker from the storehouses that would bring it to a disclosed location. The room would have to be large, after all he was going to set to work on creating an Ottoman Bombard. He thought for a moment and then concluded that the best location for his accomadations was the basement. He snapped his rifle in two and began to walk down the stairs, pistol in hand in case this was not the right place.

There were a few traps but Khaj dogged them easily enough. His vision and hearing were not affected by the leprosy, at least not yet. He eventually came across two men having a conversation. He approached them without worry because he spotted the Brotherhood symbol on one's axe, that and because he had his pistol pointing at the man with the bow. "I may have come here at a wrong time but I was told I could find haven here. This place is quite different from Instanbul after all." He nugged his barrel slightly but still kept it aimed at the man. The way he made his guns made them accurate and they would hit no matter what at point blank. "Now I suggest we boot this tension behind us for it is obvious that none of us will make the first move. I am Khaj Amir and I came hear to teach. Now how about you two? I would like to know whether or not I am pointing my gun at my supperior." He finished with his little joke.

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"Jason Marks." Jason said harshly, putting his bow down. In one smooth motion, he slipped the arrow into it's quiver and the bow on his back. Jason said nothing more as he turned around and walked off. All he needed to know was that they were in fact assassins. He turned though and told them, "The main entrance was unlocked." and continued to wander the house, looking intruders or assassins. He thought about calling out to anyone there, but Jason wasn't much of a yeller. He was actually pretty quiet, only speaking when he thought it necessary or he just wanted to say something on his mind. He turned the corner, and noticed a chinese man walking along inside the building. He whipped out his bow and arrow again, pointing it at the man, but quickly noticed the whip. If the man attacked, Jason would have to avoid that thing. He looked up to the man and said sternly, "State you purpose here."

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Lance chuckled though his nose as the situation diffused, only for the tomahawk wielder to start over again around the corner.He gave he gunman a quick two-fingered salute as he walked off. With that he proceeded into the basement, it seemed to be the focus of everyone's attention here. First thing he noticed that three people were already here, a huge man and two women, one of which appeared Spanish in origin. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but the air was very heavy, "So tense, with an attitude like this a target would catch you lot a mile off." He sheathed the stake and spread his arms, "Any one need a hug, they're freee." He knew making a fool of himself would win him no favors, but the atmosphere needed a change if they wanted to get a solid unit.

While he'd also noticed the wall, he refused to comment on it. But with the two girls covered in powder from it, and the man upstairs also holding the smell of the stuff too; a fight could very well have occurred. A hawk on the huge man's shoulder brought up a name that even a colony bum like him could recognize, Maximilian Thermidor, Head of the Brotherhood. This meant that everyone here was probably his senior in the Order and had much more combat experience than himself...granted Lance should be on about level footing with everyone else in flat killing experience. Both of the women had the muscle indicating they were speed fighters, not overly surprising. After all a woman couldn't really expect to rely on strength when fighting a man, The Spaniard had a rapier resting a bit too comfortably on her hip...a fencer?Didn't think those were of much use for actual killing. The thought flickered across his mind, but the pale woman irked him,she seemed fast but there was nothing overly obvious. This meant that she was a hidden weapon user or a hand-to-hand fighter...probably both and his experience taught him they were particularly vicious at counters. Of everyone here, it'd seem her fighting style was most similar to his.

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"I'm trying to find the meeting place and currently you are standing in my way." Jin's voice was held a bit of annoyance. It seemed like everyone was just asking to be for trouble. "Why else would I be here?" Jin felt little sympathy for assassins like these guys who knew so little of manners and common sense. The fact that this place was full of assassins would make it one of the more dangerous places on earth. Granted everyone had the ability to take a life with little effort so they have to be on their guard, but to be so rude he was tempted to make a lesson of this man.

Jin stared at the man revealing his blindness to him trying to get him off guard. Jin didn't particularly like projectile weapons. They were very hard to deal with, nearly impossible if he didn't have time to react. He could hear where the bow was pointed and made a note to shift his center to give the man a smaller target.

"Now if you would please lower the weapon before things happen that can not be undone." he stepped forward as he turned his body so that the man would have to go for either his head left leg or left arm. Preparations were ready. It was just depending on the man before Jin.