Thread: Badfool/Blinkk

Name Tirnel Star Gazer Age 74 or 23 in human years GenderSex MaleMale Apperance Wearing clothing of dark blues and blacks, the trained assassin tried to stick with colours easily found in his city that could allow him to blend in with his dark surroundings. To contrast the dark colours, Tirnel's hair was the brightest of blonde, sitting so very close to the winter season's newly fallen snow with the slightest hint of blue. His skin was smooth and pale, highlighted with the faintest of greys. As many of his kind had, the elf wore his hair long, falling down to the middle of his back if not kept together by a strip of leather or cloth. It hung loose over his face, a deep part to the left side, allowing his bangs to fall to the side of his face, commonly falling over his eyes. His features were crisp and angular, stern when he needed to show it, but just as bright and cheerful as a bright summers day. The bright coloured orbs of his eyes were typically found to be a light, haunting blue, while on a few rare occasions they had been noted to be steel grey. The one item that set him apart from every other human was the slight point of the shell of his ear. While many of his kind enjoy the option to wear more loose fitting clothing, Tirnel had always been one to stick to the tighter choice. From pants that were wrapped firmly around his legs, leaving just enough room to move without ripping, to shirts that hugged him close, each option gave the elf the chance to move without worrying about his clothing catching on anything around him. Given his job, it was important to not have to worry about getting caught on anything. Around his neck stood two choker-like necklaces, one from both of his parents to remind them of what they had done for him. Other With no family left in the world, Tirnel has nothing to loose by becoming an assassin and risking his life against his targets. -----X----- The plan had been fool proof! With the command from their crew's boss, Tirnel was put in charge of taking the crew into the palace, finding the king's bedroom and taking him out. The reasons were unknown, but they were hired for a good amount of money. That was the only way they would have even considered taking such a large job. Not only was there the risk of getting caught, but if they were, death was a sure end to them all. Making their way through the city to the palace was easy enough, but as soon as they got inside it was a whole other matter. Tirnel's instincts were trained to find the target, which he used in every job they accepted. This one was no different. Finding the king's rule was not difficult. They got inside of the room and found the king resting, just as they had expected. But it wasn't until a member of the crew tripped that the problems arose. He landed face first on the ground, daring to look up at the rest of the group with a look of shame plastered to his face. The rug behind him had been lifted, making it obvious what he had tripped over. And it wasn't until they heard the sound of the door opening that the panic set in. Scatter! Tirnel commanded and each assassin too off in every direction to get out of the room. And while Tirnel darted to a window, he was the only member who didn't make it. The guards had their hands on him before he could get away and that was the exact moment he knew he was in trouble. His life was about to end. The time sitting in jail seemed to go by quickly. Perhaps just a day or two before Tirnel was summoned before the king. His hands were bound tightly, ankles connected by just the most basic of chains, but it was enough to keep him from running anyway. The guards surrounding him told the elf he had no chance of getting free. They lead him to the royal's throne room and that was when their eyes first landed on him. Tirnel's horribly hunched shoulders straightened as soon as he began to hear the soft mutters from the crowd. The doors didn't have to be opened long before the elf heard the sound of discussion. In a language he barely knew, it was difficult to know exactly what they were saying. Even when the judge began to speak, the elf could only pick up the odd word or two, but the expressions on his face told Tirnel more than he really wanted to know. He was going to be executed by means of something called... 'hanging'. That term made no sense to the prisoner. The conversations around him began to distract him, eyes turning from one side to the other, moving slowly from one group to the next. Each reacted in the same way eyes turning away as if he could kill them with one look. That was so very untrue... But like many humans he had met, they were probably afraid of what they didn't know. Tirnel couldn't blame them. His race was a strange one to them and who knew what he was capable of. If he could get into the king's room as he slept, what else could he do? But the one set of eyes that the elf couldn't shake were those of the royal he had gone after. Tirnel's eyes turned to his, daring to meet them and match his stern gaze, barely stopping to blink. Tirnel kept his attention the king until he rose from his seat. That must have meant the hearing was coming to an end and the man did everything he could to pay attention to the verdict and translate it the best he could. The judge looked stunned and the sound from the crowd wasn't going to move Tirnel from the thought that something strange had happened. And while he couldn't understand it completely, he knew a few words. 'Belong'. 'King'. 'Property'. 'Failure'. They could be roughly translated into his own common tongue and without the strange word 'hanging' involved, Tirnel guessed at his fate. He was set to serve the king. Maybe he should have paid more attention to the common tongue languages he had as a child. As the crowd began to talk amongst themselves, the elf searched out someone who could possibly explain the situation to him. He wanted to speak, to cry out for some sort of help or guide, but he never wanted to look weak in front of the strange king. Instead, his blue eyes wildly searched the crowd for some sort of assistance, snow-coloured hair still a mess from his time in the castle's dungeon. There had to be someone who could at least roughly translate for him! If not, his new life was going to be its own special kind of hell.