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Ithon

a hired assassin that shows no mercy

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by gio0128

Description

He is 16 years old and is tall. He is athletic built and has an average skin tone. He has blue eyes and black hair that covers one of his eyes. He wears clothing similar to those of assassins creed, but his is all black. He carries a hidden dagger with him at all times. He also has two hidden blades. He wants to be known throughout the multiverse. He might seem kind of cocky at first, but he humbles up as you get to know him. when he fights, he does parkour and jumps over his enemy's head. He was born in a village in the middle of a forest where the main economy was based off of mining. He lived in a dangerous place where everyone was out to get each other. He was part of a secret order once when he was a child, that is where he learned his skills. He also has recurring nightmares of him getting killed and the only way for him to calm down is to do his addiction.

So begins...

Ithon's Story

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#, as written by Zarhara
Deep in the undermarket on a seemingly abandoned street a two story warehouse looked practically abandoned. Or so it had a few days prior but now figures could be seen leaving and arriving and a few armed thugs stood by the door. Inside the warehouse was full of various items of interest. Toward the back on the second floor sat a plump man, Silvo Valcourt. With the WCPD and other gangs attentions diverted, with conflicts with the Casey Mob. Valcourt decided that this was the time for him to rise.

For two days now he had been seeking out figures he could trust, he had heard mumblings about a young assassin and he had sent a message through the criminal world to have this young man stop by. Valcourt needed people he could trust.

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#, as written by gio0128
Ithon was leaning on a wall with his head looking down.

"I heard you needed me." He said with a sinister smile. "What do you need me for?"

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#, as written by gio0128
anyone need an assassin? i'll take them out... for a price...

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#, as written by Zarhara
"Yes, I have heard word of your abilities and I have asked you here today to make a proposition." Silvo said clasping his hands together. It appeared the man had made it past his security with ease something that was both frightening but also intriguing to the man.

"I'm looking for individuals to help me start up an enterprise Illegal of course but I need people close that I know can handle themselves and tackle some tough jobs if possible." He said with a sly smirk.

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#, as written by gio0128
He looked up and smiled. "Whats in it for me?"

He takes out his dagger and slowly cuts his cheek. An addiction he had when he was a child. Self inflicted pain, he enjoys it as much as a pot head enjoys pot. Blood drips down onto the floor.

"Excuse the cutting, it brings me pain and pain equals joy."

He then wiped the dagger on his black cloak and he puts it away. He then proceeds to put the dagger in his hidden pocket in his cloak.

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#, as written by gio0128
ithon walks into the bar with his hood on. He enters and sits down to get a drink.

"Hey!" he yelled, "got any rum? I need a drink that burns my throat ."

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The door of the infamous bar opened with a creak. A lone man stood in the doorway. Dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark leather jacket clothed a lean and well built body. Observant dark brown and intelligent eyes scanned the bar. Dark brown hair fell to his jawline, which parted in a reminiscent sigh. His face was wrapped in a well groomed beard. He slowly strode into the room - black boots creaking against the floor boards.

Fenrias strode further into the room and approached the bar. He slid into a stool two seats away from Eryca. "Oye..." he called out to the barkeep with the gruff of a Scottish accent. "I'll take a scotch."

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She hadn’t expected the doors to move when she pressed against them, but move they did. Not just move… they opened. Bug blinked, glancing around the room. Gambits? It was open again? A huge smile broke open across her face and she stepped into the establishment, her eyes roving over the occupants within.

She made her way across the floor, walking carefully, as if afraid to make any noise… as if expecting that one sound would make the bar go away again. Reaching the counter, Bug slid onto a stool and ran a filthy hand over the surface. “Gambit’s,” she whispered, still grinning to herself.

Looking up, she beckoned over a bartender. “C’n I get a pint?” she asked quietly, shoving her hand into the front pocket of her hoodie. Withdrawing a couple battered and crumpled bills, she frowned. “Make ‘at a ‘af pint,” she called to the bartender’s back.

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After nurturing the amber fluid in her glass for quite some time, Eryca came to the conclusion that this 4th whiskey should probably be her last. Eryca's long fingers curled around the tumblr and brought it to her lips, tossing the hot liquid to the back of her throat. Eryca shuddered and set her now empty glass down, right as a couple of people drifted in. One seemed happy, and somewhat surprised, that the place was even open. To be honest, Eryca was too, what with the little customers it seemed to have. Eryca let herself study the newcomers; one male with dark hair...rather handsome she noted, and the other a female with strikingly vivid hair. Eryca grinned; it was nice to see someone with an alternative colour. Eryca watched as she ordered a pint, then changed it. Eryca knew more than most that pity sometimes fell into the wrong hands, but she beckoned the barkeep over anyway. "A pint of what that girl over there had. Give it to her would you?" and slid a few coins across the bar.

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#, as written by Zarhara
Silvo listened to the man and was shocked as he began to inflict a wound upon himself. Then he watched as blood dripped on his new carpet. "I would prefer if you did not do that in my presence." Silvo said eyeing his carpet.

"As for what's in it I can offer you money, a chance to prove yourself in the criminal world and weapons." Silvo said.

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#, as written by gio0128
He smiled at the fact that it bothered him. He observed the blood and then he looked at Silvo.

"I'm listening." He said with a sinister smile.

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Fenrias took a swig of his scotch and gave Bug a nod in greeting before turning his attention to Eryca. "So where ye from, lass?" he asked. "Ye don' look like yer from 'round here."

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#, as written by rextrex
A girl walks in, whistling. She sits at a stool. " 'Ello! I would like a latte, French roast, medium brewed." She holds out a crumpled five-dollar bill and slaps it on the counter. She looks at Bug. "You gettin' drunk as a skunk tonight?" She laughs. "I like me some cherry rum, maybe some tequila, but not scotch. Much too fermented. And I am not 19. I probably shouldn't tell you now, probably would weird you out. I'm the Magician."

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Eryca turned away from watching Bug receive her drink, and eyed Fenrias. "No..i'm not.." she replied, an air of mistrust lining her words. "And judging by that accent of yours, neither are you." Eryca shuffled nervously on her seat, remembering that when he walked in she thought he was handsome. Now that he was closer, she had to admit he was so, in a rugged, messy way. Nice.

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#, as written by gio0128
Ithon walks up and interrupts the conversation. He sits down and prepares to speak.

"Any one of you need to hire an assassin? I'm cheap these days."

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#, as written by gio0128
"Give me your best poison, something that'll keep 'me' down for days."

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The doors to the infamous bar opened an in walked a patron who hadn't come here for a long time. His life hadn't been the best, most of his friends, family and otherwise were dead. Now it was just him and his dog, whom he had left at his camp out in the woods for now.

Standing at six foot three with a muscular build, this man would normally be quite intimidating, however the sad, lonely look on his face made him look rather weak and unassuming. His black hair was well trimmed, however, and his dark green eyes held power in them, though it was mostly latent. His tanned skin hid beneath his clothing, which hid behind his black travelers coat, which was well worn like his shoes.

From his left shoulder a bag hung, and in it there was some miscellaneous items such as money, clothing, etc. From the top of it the hilt of a katana; hopefully he wouldn't have to use it. This man walked over to the bar, placed his bag next to a stool, then sat on it, bringing up the holo-menu with a tired sigh.

"It has been quite a while since I've been in here..." he said calmly, remembering the last time he had been in here. The happiness that came from that thought was drowned out by the sadness and pain of the next one, so he sighed and ordered himself a simple glass of water from the menu.

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#, as written by rextrex
"Nah, I've got enemy's, but I don't really want to make any of them kick the bucket just yet." She looks at Fenrias and Eryca. "Almost no-one around here's a local." She grins. "I, myself, are from a completely different planet." She takes a sip of her latte. "So, if anyone's listening, I'm the Magician, call me Mags."

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Fenrias nodded. "Aye... I've hopped a few ponds on this blue marble." he said before smirking at Ithon. "Laddeh, I doubt broadcastin' a profession like dat is a very smart form o' marketin'. I c'n probableh get ya in touch with some people in the local industry if ye wan'..."

The Scotsman glanced over his shoulder as the new man stepped into the bar. His right nostril flared briefly. Fenrias recognized the scent of a wolf-blood anywhere. It was interesting to come across one of his own kind once in awhile... It reminded him that he was not entirely a freak.

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She sighs. "Yep. Completely ignored. Whatever, though!" She laughs. "Assassins are morons who murder for money!"Mags, appearing to be having some kind of 'episode' grins. "Blood is sticky." She holds up a finger. "You." Mags points to Fenrias. "Are older than you look. Much older. I would say nearly a millennium. Which is not a million years, like it sounds, but 1,000." She snaps her head back to normal. She points to Ithon. "Sorry." Mags moves her index to Fenrias' direction. "Sorry. I have some kind of psychopathy. Or whatever. Happens when your mind has so much as information as mine. Stuffed into it. Sorry."