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Second poll for Glorious Sunrise, this one pertains to Malik Al-Sayf.
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The first to reach the fallen assassin was Malik Al-Sayf. Roughly 5'5" in height with black hair and brown eyes. He despite lacking his right arm still moved to cradle Desmond and checked for vital signs. Which he found. He seemed relieved.
Looking to rp, kinda bored here. I'll set the scene under the cut. It will be Assassins Creed, and it will be AU. Please join me in this. I would love to see where this goes.
As Desmond laid his hand on the device, he had regrets, too many to count and honestly he wished there was another way, a way to survive this. This couldn't be his end. This couldn't be the end. He was twenty five years old and six feet tall. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. He had a tanned complexion that was a mix of his Syrian and Mohawk heritage. He wore jeans, a T-shirt, sneakers and a hoodie. So much for being an assassin he thought. He lived the lives of his ancestors and yet barely lived his own.
Yet there was a power left out there that had taken pity on him, and had brought others to save him from his choice.
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Jacob, the man in question, stepped in squatting down by Desmond, Rebecca and the third individual. Shaun was on Desmond's other side. He asked "Bleeding again?" "Yeah. One of those collapsing bleeds" Jacob paused then asked "We going to wait it out?" "Yeah, Jesus Jacob we have been helping Desmond through his bleeds for eleven years now." One would think he'd known that by now. Jacob sighed "easy Taig. I was verifying I had the right methord. Don't get yah boxers in a twist."
Eleven years since that day. By all official reports no one expected him to still be alive. Yet here he is, living in New York, right under everyone's noses, and actually still actively an assassin. Though not in any modern cells. Can't be alerting William Miles now. He's called a shadow, a ghost, a phantom. Yet no one from the modern brotherhood can keep up with him. Those who have seen him mention the brown hair, brown eyes, face scar and tattoo that are too familiar to anyone who knows him. But worrying parts of the report mentioned his blackened arm, and the markings of the ISU in that same side of his body. Those who have followed him, find he's not alone with a found family of his own.
(Hi From Ashes We Rise Up Hidden Ones here! I thought I'd leave you a Desmond survived rp starter.)
Rebecca frowned as she went through the newest files she had acquired as part of what was being called “Lazarus.” Rather than trying to revive someone themselves, Rebecca and her partner in crime (and everything else) Shaun were clinging to hope that their friend Desmond had returned from the dead.
It was an insane hope, and one they didn’t believe in for years, but the photos were real. The security camera footage was real. And it almost seemed….intentional. Like Desmond was leaving them bread crumbs to come and find him, like a fairy tale come to life.
Rebecca and Shaun were in New York, finally, but it wouldn’t be easy. They had to hide from their fellow Assassins who wouldn’t approve, hide from the Templars who wanted them dead, all the while looking to see if Desmond really, really was alive.
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Introduction post
Hi there my name is Desmond Auditore. I was adopted into the Auditore family post solar flare, after Federico and Ezio Auditore rescued me. So I have been with them for eleven years now. We have had our ups and downs. For starters all five of us kids are educated. Federico and I have our GED's and are working on college degrees. Federico is going for auto mechanics. I on the other hand, for cooking. Ezio is a high school senior, Claudia is a sophomore in high school, and Petruccio is in eighth grade. I went back to work, but not at Bad Weather. I actually work with mom at a bakery is owns and runs. Dad returned to being a banker and a lawyer. We are all assassins, yes we are teaching Petruccio. Christmas eve 2012, I was fully fledged as an assassin and given my formal robes which pay respects to my ancestors. They are Levant in style with a fur shawl (showing respect to Ratonhnhaké:ton) and the Auditore family Crest on the buckle of my sword belt (the one long the chest).
For fun I do play Dungeons and Dragons, Dragon Age, and Magic the Gathering. I also play guitar and I am told I sing quite well. I also enjoy going to theater performances, professional, college, high-school, or community. I also like to read. I actually (thanks to my biological mother) own any books owned by my five ancestors (Yes Haytham Kenway included Bill is an ass for ignoring him.)
On the note of my biological family... I don’t speak to them at all. Bill is just too much of a toxic and bad influence and I do not need that in my life. And mom...she tried but I can't. I know her and she'll try to convince me to give bill another chance.
As far as my social life and friends...I do have some, mostly the old school assassins that have brought back for some reason. Though I find myself with strong romantic feelings for Malik Al-Sayf. And its weird.
Ah lastly, feel free to talk to me, weather here in the comments, an ask, or DMs. I am open to talk or RP.
Remember Nothing is True and Everything is Permitted. Safety and Peace my brothers and sisters.
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Okay who let a chaotic five year old Desmond lose?
Des: I pooped!
Me: again?!
Des: *giggles in chaotic child*
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Shay patrick cormac, AC rogue might be the shortest game but i still think its underrated as hell, one of the best ones in my opinion
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I know I said that the life bond poll would be the last but I need help on a name for this magical creature trafficker who somehow can go between Earth and Valgreth.
Can you tell I watch the theory channels?
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Hugs my friend.
Sigh
I love drawing my moots ac sonas so much
But all this work and school and shit
NO INSPIRATION NO DRIVE
Im gonna wither away now
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Inspired by @sulfies I wanted to practice a piece for my Valdemar's Creed story.
The Jackdaws Mercenary Company was a well respected if revealtivly new Mercenary Company. Captain Edward Kenway was going a bit crazy with the paper work and red tape considering they were a bonded company, but that's what you got when you had experience and skill in your group. It had been what a week since they got their newcomer Desmond Miles.
Desmond was a heaven sent, skilled as an assassin with insights into the Templars, knowledgeable about the locale and above all a bit shy about his past. Minor issue compared to the successes they were having since they added Miles to the company. Things were great. Until they weren't.
"Cap'in?"
Aldewe said before entering
"Yes Aldewe?"
"Ave you seen Miles?"
Edward jerked his head up. He knew where everyone was. Racking his brain he remembered Desmond was doing something simple, recon, he should have reported back...two days ago.
"Shit Aldewe, I have been so busy I didn't notice he hadn't returned."
"Aye thought as much. His Hertasie are worried."
His quartermaster said, Edward remembered the two lizard folk that made life easier for them all. Usually Salvais would let him know that Desmond was back, but he only caught the slightest glimpse of the Hertasi inventor signalling him doing what they do best, serve.
Before Ed could formulate a plan, Mary Read dashed over and said
"Ed, Desmond was found, Thatch found him. He isn't himself."
"wat do yah mean lass?"
"He- didn't call you captain. He called you father."
Edward froze. There was only one person who would call him that. He dashed to where Desmond was. He was a mess, he was fighting Thatch who was merely laughing at the challenge. On a whim Edward sharply said
"Haythem Kenway! Enough young man."
Desmond stopped his unfocused eyes fixed Edward with a disbelieving stare
"Father? How?"
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Currently listening to Fall of an Empire by L-Train and the Royal Canterlot Sympothic Metal Opera. This full opera hits different. It just goes to show you how a fandom can make quality content.
King Sombra is fleshed out as a love sick king.
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