Assassin
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| - | You are dressed in black — not leather, as it creaks when it bends. This cloth is silent like a shadow, silent like you. It suits your body perfectly, a body that's built for movement. It's the body of a twenty-year-old girl, trained all her life to become an assassin. And even the body itself is perfect — it has to be. If it wasn't, you wouldn't have been chosen. And these people, they can ''afford'' to choose. For those few who know you even exist, you are only known as Whisper. You have Asian origins, but you aren't the resident of any nation. | + | You are dressed in black — not leather, as it creaks when it bends. This cloth is silent like a shadow, silent like you. It suits your body perfectly, a body that's built for movement. It's the body of a twenty-year-old girl, trained all her life to become an assassin. And even the body itself is perfect — it has to be. If it wasn't, you wouldn't have been chosen. And these people, they can ''afford'' to choose. For those few who know you even exist, you are only known as Whisper. You have Asian origins, but you aren't the resident of any nation. To the rest of the world, you don't exist. |
You keep very good care of your body — not just by knowing what to eat and how to exercise, but you also spend hours in front of your wall of mirrors, examining how your muscles bend and what shape they take, giving you perfect awareness of yourself when sneaking around in the shadows. | You keep very good care of your body — not just by knowing what to eat and how to exercise, but you also spend hours in front of your wall of mirrors, examining how your muscles bend and what shape they take, giving you perfect awareness of yourself when sneaking around in the shadows. | ||
Revision as of 19:33, 25 February 2010
Work in progress — Do not edit!
Rules
In this story, the reader should only be able to make choices that the character thinks are logical. She won't just jump to her death just because the reader wants her to! But also, each choice can define the character's personality somehow. For example, if the reader chooses her to make up with a girl, then she already liked girls to begin with. But after that, she can't suddenly stop liking girls in the same branch of the story with no apparent reason. Keep her personality contiguous on each possible path.
--Dreama 17:07, 25 February 2010 (UTC)
The story begins
You are dressed in black — not leather, as it creaks when it bends. This cloth is silent like a shadow, silent like you. It suits your body perfectly, a body that's built for movement. It's the body of a twenty-year-old girl, trained all her life to become an assassin. And even the body itself is perfect — it has to be. If it wasn't, you wouldn't have been chosen. And these people, they can afford to choose. For those few who know you even exist, you are only known as Whisper. You have Asian origins, but you aren't the resident of any nation. To the rest of the world, you don't exist.
You keep very good care of your body — not just by knowing what to eat and how to exercise, but you also spend hours in front of your wall of mirrors, examining how your muscles bend and what shape they take, giving you perfect awareness of yourself when sneaking around in the shadows.
There's no hair anywhere on your body and even your head is bald. It makes you look a bit strange when you're naked, but there aren't many people who see you often even just without your mask on. Your pussy is also cleanly shaved, which makes masturbation more enjoyable. But having an orgasm is not just to have fun — you do it to relax and to clear your mind, like one would do with meditation. With no hair at all, you don't need to worry about any of it falling off as evidence of your presence.
Your breasts are a perfect B-cup, but under your tight clothes they don't bounce much when you move. The nipples are dark red, almost brown in contrast with your pale skin, and also your labia has a slight hint of the same shade. Your mouth is small but your lips are thick, with red lipstick on them that protects them against dryness. Your eyes are brown and narrow with rather long, dark eyelashes, but you have no eyebrows at all.
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Now is the time for your final challenge, the test to become a full member of the Guild of Assassins, which has been a secret for centuries — and so it still remains in the year of 2010. Like every assassin knows, the biggest part of an operation is the planning and preparation, and only a fraction of it lies in its execution. But this time will be different. This time, you'll be sent on a mission with no background knowledge of anything about it, only the description of your target. But you know you can do it. You are just that awesome.
You are in your room, just shrouded into your tight black outfit, as prepared to your test as possible. The time is 00:14 and you have been summoned to the helipad on the roof.
