Post by raven on Feb 23, 2012 20:09:06 GMT -5
((This rp includes Jace and Valla the most, with maybe an appearance of Raven and Trixie told me just to play out Shane too if that's alright? It takes place in World Without End and will pretty much go through the events in Jace and Valla's life like The Sharpest Lives in Baron's Corruption))
Alright, so here's the deal. The name's Jace, but others know me as Viper. I'm an assassin that works for the infamous DB and quite frankly, I can't think of a better job. But, this story isn't about my amazing killing skills. Nah, this story is a bit more sappy than that. Keep reading and you might gag. For all you saps, this story is about my separate life. The life of a regular guy who doesn't kill for a living. Let's just say my 'other half' is the only thing keeping me sane. You'll meet her later though. *Warning* this is about to turn into a chick flick.
Nervous? No way. THat word was not in Jacen Dragomir's vocabulary. Well, it hadn't been up until he met Vallacenia Killian. He'd met her when he was at a bar, attempting to drink his sorrows away. A guy started getting mouthy with him and he pulled out a dagger. Not the smartest move, but Jace didn't think before he acted. Luckily, she'd beendumb smart enough to step in and stop him from doing something stupid. And the flirting began. At first, he expected instant rejection, but surprisingly enough she only deflected his attempts. And in his eyes, that wasn't rejection.
After that, he'd had other encounters with her. One had sort of made him realize his feelings and a few days later, he'd asked her out. The initial turn down was expected but he kept asking. Finally, she had said yes. It had taken his powerful charm and wicked tactics, but she agreed to it nonetheless. And as soon as he left her, the nerves kicked in.
Jace was a killer, a natural-born killer at that. Things just didn't make him nervous. Running from the KG, no big deal. Killing a target, easy as breathing. Getting ready for a date with Valla...completely different story. Butterflies he'd felt with Isabel and Bridgette, bees he'd only felt with Valla. She had the weirdest affect on him, but Rave said it was normal. Then again, he thought she was just psycho.
He'd just have to deal.
Jace was in his room, staring at his reflection in the broken floor-length mirror. He had taken a swing at it after his father had died, luckily, he hadn't hit it hard enough to shatter it, it was merely cracked. A boy with emerald eyes and golden hair looked back at him. He was only wearing black jeans, his hair damp, his chest bare with faint markings covering the majority of his skin. In the mirror all he saw was a cold-hearted man who had been hardened at a young age. In his eyes, there held no warmth or happiness, just a sad distance.
Glancing at the clock, he turned away from the mirror and grabbed his black button-up off of the bed. He slid on a wife-beater and pulled on the shirt. Then he put his socks on and laced up his black combat boots. Once he was ready, or as ready as he'd ever be, he walked downstairs past the lovebirds on the couch and out the door with a wave bye to his sister. It wasn't like she'd notice anyway.
Jace slowly made his way down to Ironworks and to his impending doom of a first date. He had no idea that there would be many more to come.
Alright, so here's the deal. The name's Jace, but others know me as Viper. I'm an assassin that works for the infamous DB and quite frankly, I can't think of a better job. But, this story isn't about my amazing killing skills. Nah, this story is a bit more sappy than that. Keep reading and you might gag. For all you saps, this story is about my separate life. The life of a regular guy who doesn't kill for a living. Let's just say my 'other half' is the only thing keeping me sane. You'll meet her later though. *Warning* this is about to turn into a chick flick.
Nervous? No way. THat word was not in Jacen Dragomir's vocabulary. Well, it hadn't been up until he met Vallacenia Killian. He'd met her when he was at a bar, attempting to drink his sorrows away. A guy started getting mouthy with him and he pulled out a dagger. Not the smartest move, but Jace didn't think before he acted. Luckily, she'd been
After that, he'd had other encounters with her. One had sort of made him realize his feelings and a few days later, he'd asked her out. The initial turn down was expected but he kept asking. Finally, she had said yes. It had taken his powerful charm and wicked tactics, but she agreed to it nonetheless. And as soon as he left her, the nerves kicked in.
Jace was a killer, a natural-born killer at that. Things just didn't make him nervous. Running from the KG, no big deal. Killing a target, easy as breathing. Getting ready for a date with Valla...completely different story. Butterflies he'd felt with Isabel and Bridgette, bees he'd only felt with Valla. She had the weirdest affect on him, but Rave said it was normal. Then again, he thought she was just psycho.
He'd just have to deal.
Jace was in his room, staring at his reflection in the broken floor-length mirror. He had taken a swing at it after his father had died, luckily, he hadn't hit it hard enough to shatter it, it was merely cracked. A boy with emerald eyes and golden hair looked back at him. He was only wearing black jeans, his hair damp, his chest bare with faint markings covering the majority of his skin. In the mirror all he saw was a cold-hearted man who had been hardened at a young age. In his eyes, there held no warmth or happiness, just a sad distance.
Glancing at the clock, he turned away from the mirror and grabbed his black button-up off of the bed. He slid on a wife-beater and pulled on the shirt. Then he put his socks on and laced up his black combat boots. Once he was ready, or as ready as he'd ever be, he walked downstairs past the lovebirds on the couch and out the door with a wave bye to his sister. It wasn't like she'd notice anyway.
Jace slowly made his way down to Ironworks and to his impending doom of a first date. He had no idea that there would be many more to come.
