Death on Silent Feet (Abandoned) (X/1)

Name: Lavendar Jardín

Age: 20

Gender: female (she/her)

Sexuality: straight (although she isn’t interested in marrying quite yet)

Personality: Lavi is usually very extroverted and cheerful, she loves small talk and helping others. She can get very emotional at times, but refuses to admit it. She is slightly aggressive.

Likes/Dislikes: She loves running her father’s herbs and remedies shop, gardening, archery, using and collecting knives/blades, and reading. She hates arrogant and rude people.

Appearance: She has caramel colored, curly, long hair (usually held in two dutch braids decorated with flowers or let down with a white scarf); hazel-ish eyes; a very serious look (although she is very kind); and olive skin. Appearance pic.
She wears this dress minus the bonnet.

Other: Always carries a leather satchel filled with small glass flasks, dried herbs, remedies, and other stuff and always carries a knife. (Either in her satchel or tied to her leg.) She has two male friends/ colleagues, Mason and Baxter. She is basically an apothecary.

(I just remembered that I know little to nothing about 16th/17th century assassins. (-_- '') So maybe they meet up in the market place, maybe my character gets kidnapped, maybe there is a misunderstanding between them? Idk, it's really up to you.)

(What I'm suggesting is that we could start off with them meeting up in a market place or your character could kidnap my character, thinking she was someone else. I was just giving suggestions on how to start off, because my character isn't an assassin…yet. Does that make any more sense?)

(Lol, are you gonna start?)

(Btw, are our characters gonna talk in 16th century dialect?)

(Oh, right. Thanks for letting me know, lol.)

The marketplace was relatively full, but Lavendar didn't mind it too much. She giddily walked by the stalls, glancing at each one and smiling at the merchants behind them.

She didn't plan to buy anything yet, but she did have to go through the market place to find the fields and a little further to her home. She had offered to pick some dandelions and other flowers for her father's shop.

After purchasing a fruit from one of the stalls, Lavendar finally slipped out of the market place and made her way towards the fields, alone.

Away from the crowds, Lavendar warily clutched her bag and whipped her head around, noticing a woman her age following her quietly. She hadn't noticed her walking behind her until then.

Her voice was apprehensive but still retained a string of kindness, "Can I help you?"

(boop?)

(lol, don't worry about it! (^w^''))

Lavendar mentally panicked when the girl grabbed her, eyes widened in fear and anger. She instinctively reached in her satchel and started to feel around for something useful. The young apothecary almost breathed a sigh of relief once her hand touched a metal blade. Grabbing the handle, she pulled it out and tried to stab or even scratch the girl's leg with her knife.

Lavendar could barely register what had happened after her attempted attack, she could only recall dropping her blade and a throbbing pain in the back of her head, before her body hit the ground. Her vision blurred, she could barely make out the figures in front of her before her vision went black.

Lavi's eyes softly blinked open, the only thing she could recognize was the same throbbing in her head and a sharp pain in one of her hands. She had no idea where she was, but she felt someone touching her head. "What are you doing?" Lavi mumbled, her mind still scattered.

Lavendar struggled to see the girl's fingers through her fuzzy vision, "Two- three?" She was a bit annoyed at herself for not being able to see the obvious. Lavi reached her hand to her side then shot up. "My satchel! Where… where is it?" Her voice trailed off as she pressed her hand back to her head and gasped in slight pain.

Her hand still on her head, she asked breathlessly, "What is your name? Where's my satchel?"

"Ye- yes, of course, thank you," She hesitantly laid down on her side, "you still haven't answered me though, who are you?" Many more questions swirled in her head, but she thought it would be better to take things one at a time, "What do you want from me?"