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Martin the Hunter I created to be a foe of both the Templars and Assassins the American Revolution timezone. It will give your characters a reason to come together, it will also give a reason for you to Roleplay within this era.
I would prefer it if Martin isn't killed instantly, I've tried to create him as strong as I could to live longer for your "enjoyment."
After this Roleplay, I plan on making more Hunter Events~
Thanks ^.^
Subject: Martin [Data incomplete]
DNA Sequence 4
Memory 1
It was a Friday, quite damp in the streets of New York. Alleyways would be used as shortcuts, the streets were packed, the biggest crowds New York has ever seen in years.
People from all over America, be they support British Loyalists or the American Freedom fighters, they all came to buy and sell in the market.
It was almost too perfect.
One forgotten alley, away from the crowds stood a mountain of a man, large red coat, wearing a red hood to conceal his great white beard, eye-patch over his left eye and bright blue eye. He wore a belt with all sorts of explosives, darts and knives on them...on his back, a large blunderbuss.
Today was important. Today was the day he would get a little sense of revenge of what is to come on a long trail or death and blood.
He begun to climb, slowly, up a building.
*Elsewhere, inside an Assassin hideout*
White robes and red stripes, they were not many in number, but they were certainly a force to be dealt with. Assassin's like these were traditional, they were waiting for their chance.
The crowds outside would cover a Templar attack, and they knew it; yet they had nowhere to run.
It was a damp, musky room with a single oak table with weapons piled on it, the robed figures were arming themselves. Little light came in through the boarded up windows, but they knew it was going to end today. They would not go out without a fight.
*Elsewhere, outside the hideout, in the crowds*
Disguise was needed in an operation like this. The Templars had planned this operation so long before it was going to happen. They knew exactly where the Assassin's were and when they were most weak. Today was that day.
Disguised as citizens, shop owners, British guards...they surrounded the hideout with an iron grip. Any movement from inside or outside would be the signal to attack; chaos would ensue. The patrols were already told that if any Assassin is seen escaping, the guards will have permission to fire on sight.
Today was an important day. The Assassin's must die.
*Rooftop, three streets away*
A smirk covered the hooded, bearded face of Martin. He too had prepared well for this day, as soon as he heard that the Templars and Assassin's were going to fight in public, he knew what he needed to do.
It hadn't taken him long to steal from the British Navy. They were careless. He stood on a flat roof of a corner general store, over-viewing the entire market, looking in each direction.
Out from under a cloth, he uncovered three man-'o-war styled cannons, fully prepared to open fire.
Grinning, he knelt down, lit a cigar, and watched as the Templars, disguised as they were, slowly walked closer and closer to the Assassin's boarded up hideout.
He chucked as he let a puff of smoke out into the damp air before waltzing back over the cannons and kicks them forward a little, carefully aiming them.
Slowly, he lit on.
And then a few seconds later, lit another, having two out of three ready to fire.
The trail of fire slowly reached the back iron beast, and there stood Martin, chuckling away, as if he was the victor before the battle even begun.
sshhhhooooOOOOOOBOOMMMMThe whole front of the Assassin's hideout blew open, fire quickly erupted and began to swallow the hideout, body parts and bodies of Assassin's and Templars alike began flying all over the place, screaming and shouting, chaos followed, stamps and stamps of crowds, running and escaping the area, with them, Templars tried to escape, they knew they were compromised...
sshhhhooooOOOOOOBOOMMMMThe second cannon fired, directly onto a crowd of citizens and escaping Templars. Both Assassin's and Templars suffered heavily, fire consuming, guards of red rushing into the market, getting pushed out the way by the panicking citizens.
Today was an important day. An important day for all.
The hunter begun his game.