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Hi there, I made this character based on the Dishonored game franchise because I love it so much. I would love, love, love to RP with somebody with him. It can be a romance, Horror, Adventure, I don't mind. I have a few plots in mind but if you'd prefer to make one with me I'd love to do that 
Plot 1: It was a dark night. [your OC[ had been hired by a noble to eliminate his main competitor for an upcoming auction of artifacts. [your OC] Never got into the drama of the nobles but they sure did profit from it. As they surveyed the heavily guarded home they noted the guards at every door and window. The place was like a fortress. Just as [your OC] was forming a plan of attack a very large problem surfaced. There was a second assassin just a few roofs away from where [your OC] was perched. Dressed in Dark blue with a strange mask this stranger silently watched the place just as [your OC] had moments ago. Almost like he knew he was being watched his head snapped at attention, [your OC] locked on where his eyes would be only seeing the reflected world in those mirrored lenses.
Plot 2: The alley was damp, dark, and less than easy on the nose. 'He was supposed to be here by now...' [Your OC] thought as they waited for their 'contact' to return with proof of his escapade. They'd never hired someone like this before, but they needed them gone and he was the best in the business. Almost as if on queue The Navy blue shape dropped from the rooftops into the shadows. Walking forward slightly the soft light of the alley bouncing off his mirrored lenses and right into [Your OC's] eyes. They shielded their eyes and spoke. "Was it taken care of?" The man let out a soft chuckle his voice muffled by his mask. "A reservation for one" He tossed a damp red sack at their feet. "There's your trophy." You could just hear the satisfaction in his voice as the color drained from [your OC's] face as they opened the bag and gagged. "YOUR INSANE!" He dropped the sack. He only shook his head. "You're exact words were. I want his head" He crossed his arms as he waited for his payment. "Well... If you want I do have another job for you." He walked up and took the pouch of coins from their hand. "I'm listening."
Plot 3: It was raining softly that night. The clouds a murky grey, and black sea of foreboding. Something just told [Your OC] that something was going to happen tonight. And it wasn't going to be good. They walked through the dark streets making their way back to their home at the edge of the town. They couldn't shake the feeling of being watched as they looked over their shoulder at every turn. Once arriving at the house they unlocked it and stepped in letting out a sigh of relief. They let that out too soon for as soon as they did the cold metal of a familiar sword was pressed against their throat the edge not drawing blood but coming close. The voice said a single word "Target." [Your OC] licked their lips "Spotted" The blade was moved away just a fraction to let [your OC] breath and talk comfortably but it was close enough to end their life in an instant. The figure spoke from behind them. "I'm moving places. Need a pair of hands" 'Him? Asking for help? This can't be good' "My door is always open" Was the return code. The Sword was slowly lowered and Indigo spoke. "Then lets discus buisness."
Plot 1: It was a dark night. [your OC[ had been hired by a noble to eliminate his main competitor for an upcoming auction of artifacts. [your OC] Never got into the drama of the nobles but they sure did profit from it. As they surveyed the heavily guarded home they noted the guards at every door and window. The place was like a fortress. Just as [your OC] was forming a plan of attack a very large problem surfaced. There was a second assassin just a few roofs away from where [your OC] was perched. Dressed in Dark blue with a strange mask this stranger silently watched the place just as [your OC] had moments ago. Almost like he knew he was being watched his head snapped at attention, [your OC] locked on where his eyes would be only seeing the reflected world in those mirrored lenses.
Plot 2: The alley was damp, dark, and less than easy on the nose. 'He was supposed to be here by now...' [Your OC] thought as they waited for their 'contact' to return with proof of his escapade. They'd never hired someone like this before, but they needed them gone and he was the best in the business. Almost as if on queue The Navy blue shape dropped from the rooftops into the shadows. Walking forward slightly the soft light of the alley bouncing off his mirrored lenses and right into [Your OC's] eyes. They shielded their eyes and spoke. "Was it taken care of?" The man let out a soft chuckle his voice muffled by his mask. "A reservation for one" He tossed a damp red sack at their feet. "There's your trophy." You could just hear the satisfaction in his voice as the color drained from [your OC's] face as they opened the bag and gagged. "YOUR INSANE!" He dropped the sack. He only shook his head. "You're exact words were. I want his head" He crossed his arms as he waited for his payment. "Well... If you want I do have another job for you." He walked up and took the pouch of coins from their hand. "I'm listening."
Plot 3: It was raining softly that night. The clouds a murky grey, and black sea of foreboding. Something just told [Your OC] that something was going to happen tonight. And it wasn't going to be good. They walked through the dark streets making their way back to their home at the edge of the town. They couldn't shake the feeling of being watched as they looked over their shoulder at every turn. Once arriving at the house they unlocked it and stepped in letting out a sigh of relief. They let that out too soon for as soon as they did the cold metal of a familiar sword was pressed against their throat the edge not drawing blood but coming close. The voice said a single word "Target." [Your OC] licked their lips "Spotted" The blade was moved away just a fraction to let [your OC] breath and talk comfortably but it was close enough to end their life in an instant. The figure spoke from behind them. "I'm moving places. Need a pair of hands" 'Him? Asking for help? This can't be good' "My door is always open" Was the return code. The Sword was slowly lowered and Indigo spoke. "Then lets discus buisness."
Your character seems interesting! Which scenario do you think Minaret would fit in best?
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