Another one on one (oh my gosh no way!) I'll explain my idea. (Closed!) (Stalkers welcomed with warm hugs and food though)

So….I have this idea. It might be gorry, and dark and twisted so if you don't have a strong stomach I wouldn't recommend asking to join.
ROMANCE! yes, dark twisted deadly romance.

So I want this to take place long ago in a land that seems almost magical but at the same time can destroy you with its deadlines.

SO! an Assassin was sent to kill the girl but fell in love with her over the summer. Now he'd do anything to keep her alive, even lie about her having a gift, a gift that she really does have.
So he and his conrads kidnap her to bring her back to their leaders to use. Its a long way from where they first took her back to their home so this will take place over that time till we find a good ending wither it ends in a death or the girls strong will finally braking and her excepting her fate it'll be a good ending wither way!
Also fill free to add twists and magical beasts/places/ people where ever you'd like!

Rules-
No cussing
No slurs
Add warnings about gore for the sake of stalkers
No one liners
The rest Andrews rules

Templet-
Name-
Gender-
Age- (17-20)
Personality-
Looks-
Back story- (go crazy with this if you'd like)
Other-

I'll make my character to fit yours so don't wait for me to make my Templet first. Also I'm good with either the girl or Assassin. So take your pick.

If I don't like you I won't let you join. If I'm already in more then 3 rps with you don't ask, I'd like to meet new people.

Could I join? :D//

(heck yeah!)

Woo! Okie, gimme a sec. If you don’t mind, I’ll be the assassin. Also, would you prefer a gender for the assassin?//

(I'd prefer the assassin to be a guy if that's alright with you.)

Okie. Is it ok if I get my template up tomorrow? I gtg to bed//

(That's chill, I gtg too. Night!)

Name: Rory Hawkins
Alias: Pink Lotus (He leaves a pink lotus by every person he murders)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Personality: You'll see~
Looks: https://pin.it/naowaks7llf5l2 (wears an assassin outfit, I dunno how to explain it)
Backstory: To be revealed
Other: I'm bad at making characters ;-;

Name: Emily Den
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Personality: headstrong, doesn't give up easily, sarcastic as heck.
Looks: long black hair that goes to mid back, fair pale skin, pearcing brown eyes. Usually wears trousers even if its frowned apon, and a white butten down shirt.
Backstory: also to be revealed.
Other: has a birthmark on her shoulder.

(Sorry that took so long.)

No problem, would you like to start? :)//

That summer hadn't been like any other, Emily had run away to a small town in hopes of leaving her past behind. But what she didn't expect was falling in love. Espesily not with an Assassin. At first she didn't know he was an Assassin, and she wished she'd have never found out.
(Sorry that's the best I've got. I suck at starting rp's.)

No problem//

Rory sighed and swore under his breath, ‘Geez, you just had to let your feelings get the better of you,’ he thought, kicking a rock out of frustration. The damp cave’s entrance echoed his footsteps, alerting the others of his presence. He showed them his emblem, letting him through. He sighed, what was he gonna tell the boss?

A few moments later, he was in another room. A hooded hologram was scolding Rory, but he had a backup plan, “I didn’t kill her because she can help us.”
“How?” the low voice growled.
“She has a gift we can use to our advantage.” Rory lied easily, showing no sign that he was lying.
“Explain,” the hooded figure comanded.
Rory explained the lie, convincing the boss. He was given a group of others, though he wasn’t planning on using them. He could do it himself.

Emily packed ready to leave the tavern she'd been working out over the summer. Sad that she'd be leaving so soon. Sad to be leaving Rory. She'd said her good byes and hugged her friends before sateling her donkey Oti, "bye!" She shouted with a wave and took to the trail that would lead her home. Or so she thought.

Rory watched from his perch in a tree outside of town, his flowing molted cloaks making him blend into the foliage. He adjusted the scarf around the bottom half of his mouth, making it sit more comfortably. The others were in the town as normal civilians, looking for Emily. They didn’t know she had already left. With no one in sight, he silently followed after Emily, his eyes on her. It would be easy to follow her in the forest, but in the plains it was a bit harder. Nothing he couldn’t handle. Rory watched her enter the forest. Now his plan could begin.

Rory swiftly and silently jumped ahead Emily and her donkey through the trees. He blew some powder he had snatched from the infirmary, making her donkey drowsy. He stopped a few feet ahead of them, watching. Waiting.

look, listion. a voice, quiet but truthful. Oti stumbled pulling Emily from her thoughts, "Oit?" She pulled the donkey to a stop, "hey what's wrong buddy?" She stroked Oit's main to cox him. It seemed as if he was uneasy. Emily slipped from Oit's back to examine him. "Your legs hurt already buddy? It hasn't been that long."

Rory smiled, time for the rest. He quietly slid down the tree and grabbed a stolen bow. He nocked it with an arrow the hunters usually used. Rory aimed. And fired. It whizzed past Emily’s ear and landed with a thunk! into a tree behind her.

Emily jumped her hands flying to her mouth to keep from screaming. "Wh-who's there?" She asked. Her question slightly muffled by her hands. there. the voice in her head seemed to say drawing her eyes to a figure she could just barely make out.

Rory retreated into the woods more, the foliage seemingly making him disappear. He jumped into the trees again after setting up a simple, but well hidden trap. He watched from above.

Emily cautiously stepped to where she'd seen him, "hello?" Ever muscle in her body screamed for her to stop, but she didn't. Even the voice told her to stop, but she wouldn't. "Hello?" Emily called again.

Emily looked like she was in the right position. Rory threw a knife at the rope, a piece of cloth wrapping together in the air. It wasn't a trap Rory enjoyed using, but at least she might not expect it was him.

Emily looked up just in time to see the trap and let out a shriek, no no no. her own voice this time. Not the one that she'd learned to ignore. At her Shriek Oit ran off in fear, shaking his drowsiness.

Rory sighed. She didn't seem to know it was him behind this. He jumped to the trees on the other side of a trail so she wouldn't hear him, and called the others, telling them his location. He sprinkled the rest of the powder in the trap and waited for the rest of the team.

Emily slowly fell into the dark that was desperately trying to claim her. no she thought one last time before she was fully claimed by sleep.
(Sorry the site's been crashed for the last 5 hours for me.)

Same here, it’s fine//

Rory entered the tunnel again. If Emily ever found out, she’d hate his guts. He shook his head, st least she isn’t dead. Rory showed his emblem, allowing him to enter. The team behind him held the bag, he wondered if she was awake yet. No time to think about that now, he just needed to tell the boss about it.

“Now, you’re absolutely sure this girl is worth all this trouble?” the hooded hologram asked, still skeptical.
“Yes. It’ll be very beneficial for us,” Rory nodded. He hoped the boss would find something, anything, to keep Emily alive.
“Well, show her to me,” the others entered with the bag. Rory backed against the wall. He hoped she was still asleep, but it was a slim chance she was. They dumped Emily onto the floor in front of the hooded figure. The figure seemed to be examining her, sizing her up to see if she was worth anything.

Emily shot to her feet almost as soon as she was out of the bag, though she was still groggy and not yet fully awake, "who- what do you want with me." Her voice was commanding as she staired down the hooded figure not daring to turn around. She feared if she turned her back on this man he'd kill her. But something told her that might happen anyway.

I gtg for the night, sorry!//

The hooded hologram nodded, “I see,” he mused, “I guess we’ll see what we can do,” he turned to the other team members, saying, “You know where to take her.”
They nodded, grabbing Emily with rough hands. Rory bit his lip. Crap, he shouldn’t be feeling bad for her. The team members shoved her to a stone room. The only “furniture,” if you could call it that, was a slab sticking out of the wall. The door was iron, the only iron door other than the entrance. The door had a small window near the top, barely big enough for a hand to fit through.

The hooded man turned to Rory, “Get as much out of that girl as you can. You’re the best at intimidation here, so tomorrow, after you’re finished with your daily assignments, I expect you to immediately get information out of her.”
Rory nodded, “Alright,” and with that, he left.

"Hey!" Emily shouted struggling agents the people who grabbed her even if she already knew it was pointless. After they threw her she stumbled for a second before springing to her feet and pounding on the door, "let me out!" Her hands throbbed but she didn't stop, not till she felt the cold trickle of blood running down her firsts.
(Kk night!)

Rory swore under his breath, why was he doing this? He shook his head, at least she wasn’t dead. No, wait, she should be dead. Rory sighed, it was better not to think about it. He looked at the iron door, at least he’d be able to talk to her again after a few assassinations. Well, probably not in the friendliest of settings, but it was something.

°˖✧The Next Day✧˖°

Rory entered the base once again, almost dreading his meeting with Emily. He bit his lips and opened the door. The door clanked open just wide enough for Rory to enter, then it quickly clicked shut behind him. He looked at trays strewn around, at least she was fed well. Rory picked up the trays without making eye contact, trying to stall for as long as possible.

Emily had her back to the door when Rory came in but quickly wipped around when she herd someone puttering around, "Rory?" She asked softly in disbelief. She got to her feet and hugged him "what do that want with us?" She asked her voice just barley above a whisper, not yet knowing that he was why she was here.

"You don't know me," Rory hushed, gently unwrapping her arms around him, "It's for both of our goods," Rory warned. After he got loose of her grip, he continued to pick up the trays, placing the stack by the door. He stood by the wall and looked at Emily, regretting this already.