#thefieryassassin

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Opinion on;

Character in general: Roxy is an amazing an well-developed OC, just saying. I even liked her the first time I just saw her, because just look at her beautiful fc. However, I really like your character. uvuHow they play them: Perfect. Like I said, she's well-developed and it's noticeable in your threads. The Mun: Super nice and a sweetheart.

Do I:

RP with them: Yeah I'm so gladWant to RP with them: Yes, I want more but I'm a lazy butt god damnit

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Your OC amazed me even before we started roleplaying. I'm really glad we started that thread even though I need a thousand years to answer. I'm really sorry. uvu

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Opinion on;

Character in general: A female assassin, which is badass and awesome at the same time.How they play them: I love how you play your character.The Mun: I don’t really know you personally (that should change), but you seem like a nice person.

Do I:

RP with them: Yes, and it’s currently buried deep within my drafts.Want to RP with them: I already do.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: For some reason I always have trouble finding really good female ocs, most of the ones that I find always want to just ship instead of having a regular friendship. It gets annoying after while. With your muse Izumi can be great friends with and he might fear her a bit after seeing her beat up those guys.

the-fiery-assassin

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;- A woman with long crimson colored hair; locks down past her knees patrolled the streets of a yearly carnival. As she walked, she set eye on a familiar hair color; it was one like hers. 

                                                ' is that?'

She thought to herself; approaching the other. "SuJi you are suppose to be at ho-.."  She was cut off when she realized that the other was not her younger sister.

Crimson had yawned as he walked along into the park of a nearby town. There was litter all around on the ground along with spray paint on the trees. Or what appeared to be spray paint. Upon closer inspection it was actually a type of magic that kids used around here that would make loud noises like cracks and pops for when someone that was older sat down near the tree. Not that there were many old people in this Kingdom. Many old people wanted to live in the White Kingdom because of safety, and it was generally the laws that they themselves had inforced.

It was not something that Crimson complained about. He enjoyed that the eldest people here tended to be fourty or fifty. It weeded out those that he despised. He could take any person that wanted to steal his wallet or attempt to gun down an innocent man, but he could not stand anyone that would blindly follow someone that enforced mass genocide. Mostly because there was no logic that could be applied to someone that had wanted to be free from thinking. That they wanted to escape their thoughts to just be iggnorant towards the chaos or pain that inflected others. As long as it did not affect them they were fine.

At least the man that tried to steal from him knew that he had to steal in order to live. Compared to the White Kingdom citizens that would be told to steal in order to live when they have bags of money sitting under them.

Both were bad types of people. Crimson understood this, but similar to what the Black King thought he knew that there were two sides to every situation. A man did commit a crime by trying to steal from someone, but he did it to feed his family. Therefore it logically was not his fault, but in fact it was the government’s fault for not being able to keep this man off from stealing from someone. Yet no one could blame the government because that was ‘how things were’, or they were ‘designed’ to keep the true criminals at bay.

This was something that Crimson did not understand and by this point he was lost in a series of politics and ethics that blurred together that he couldn’t see even if he were to use the sharpest magnifying glass. This is where he was lost in his battle to fight the man, and to help people who truly needed it. At least in the Black Kingdom he was able to understand where the politics’ problems had begun it was just miserable trying to understand where the problems end.

The country needed a better man then him to fix this problems. So until then he could just wait around complaining.

The red head walked down the path in the park with his feet tapping against the papers that casually graced his boots while his hand dug into his pocket. He had pulled out a box of cigarettes, opened the box, and then took out of the few sticks that were left. As he pulled out the cigarette to put into his mouth he had heard a noise that sounded like someone playing with magic. His red eyes turned to look at the noise only to see an orange man shaped hole. It was round at the top and bottom, but it was big enough for a person to pass through.

What kind of technology was this? This wasn’t the type of magic that kids could play with or get their hands on.

As he walked towards the hole he had looked down into the black abyss. 

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