☠ Application: Abax ☠
player information.
name: Jinx
are you over 18?: Four years older than eighteen.
personal lj: neurotic_angel1
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: beloved-belial@hotmail.com [email and MSN], CorsetJinx [AIM], CorsetJinx [TUMBLR], BurialApplicant [PLURK]
characters in abax: Mirela Djuric
in character information.
series: Assassin’s Creed: Project Legacy
name: Tessa Varzi
sex: F
age: 25
race: Human.
height: 5’ 6”
weight: 150 lbs
canon point: Rome, Chapter 3 - Smoke Out, post death; burned alive.
previous cr: N/A
history:
She’s complicated
personality:
A woman with a commanding and terrifying presence, Tessa is one of those women that leave a lasting impression. She is a woman who takes control of her own destiny, just as she did when she invited herself into Francesco’s team of assassins. She sees the potential in people and situations, picking and choosing which ones will lead to the best outcome. Rarely does Tessa regret a decision she’s made, and joining the Assassins, joining Francesco’s team is a choice she’ll never regret.
Tessa is a skilled pickpocket, able to adapt to a situation at hand. When Ezio had her pickpocket from a select group of marked targets, she quickly realized that she would not be alone in this training. Although she was fast, quicker than most and always planning ahead, Francesco, who was given the same task by their master, was able to outwit her, snatching her target’s purse right from under her nose after she had had the upper hand for so long. It came as a shock to her, but one that she overcame quickly. Instead of growing enraged at his actions, she accepted that he had bested her this time, and sought to steal his purse without him noticing. She did succeed in her plan. But revenge was not the reason for this, no, it was to show him that although he had bested her, he should always remain alert and aware of his surroundings and person. Tessa is as much a student as she is a teacher.
She kept Francesco’s pouch for some time after their first meeting, never spending the contents or even looking within. It was not a trophy for her. She deemed that should he make it, and she was sure he could climb the ranks quickly-he wasn’t an ordinary novice, that it would be under his leadership that she would be able to do the best for their order and all of Rome. And so she decided that once they met again, she would return his purse, introduce herself properly, and join the team he would lead.
Tessa is a woman who wants to help. Although her reasons are personal (she never shares with Francesco why she became an assassin) she truly does want to help in her own way. She offers her ideas and criticism freely. The young woman will do her best to make sure all chances of success are high, and that her teammates will not perish due to miscalculations. However, ironically enough, because they were blinded by their luck, Francesco’s miscalculations would lead to Tessa perishing in a fire.
Something more noticeable about Tessa is her frightening love of poisons and ability to craft some of the finest and most complex concoctions to suit her needs. She enjoys her work, finding hunting and gathering these mushrooms, minerals, nuts, berries, and wildflowers rather relaxing. Where this vast wealth of knowledge comes from is unknown, but research leads one to believe that this is common knowledge amongst the rural villages surrounding Rome, and Tessa may have grown up in a village outside Rome where she would have been taught such things in her youth. Tessa’s work with poisons made her a valuable member of Francesco’s team and the Roman Assassins. She is able to use poisons in their natural form as well as in their liquid state to coat her weapons. She is also able to carefully poison a target in small measured doses through short letters that he was sure to read.
She would later pass on her knowledge to her team’s leader in hands on lessons. She explained to him what was poisonous and how deadly, how to pick the necessary ingredients and extract the hidden toxins. It can be assumed that she also taught him proper antidotes, if they existed in the first place.
Although her lessons on poisons were rather serious, she did manage to joke around with Francesco, proving that she does have a sense of humor and wasn’t always so serious. They even joked on serious missions, poking fun at the little things, like how Francesco seemed to enjoy himself a little too much on some missions that required them to dress up as nobles and the like. Although there’s no mention of it, it is easy to assume that they joked with the master archer, Enu.
The three teammates were very close, the closest of friends. Tessa valued Francesco and Enu, and would do anything in her power to protect them. She swore to protect them as best she could, and in return they would also look out for her. Their team was considerably strong, well put together with Francesco’s great leadership, Enu’s mastery in archery, and Tessa’s mastery in the art of poison. She would do everything in her power for her teammates, no matter what. She would even go so far as to die for them. She is very, very loyal. Not just to her friends, but also to the Assassins as a whole.
abilities/powers: Like all Assassins, Tessa is skilled in pickpocketing, blending in with crowds, free running, hand to hand and range combat using either a spear, sword, dagger, crossbow, standard bow, or hidden blade. She is also skilled in the use and creation of natural poisons, ranging from powders to liquids. With the help of her teammates Francesco and Enu Tessa learned valuable skills in leadership, partnership, archery and mastery of her skills in combat. Tessa’s preferred weapons are small blades, like darts one can assume, or elongated needles, the crossbow, spear, and her poisons. She uses her poisons to coat her blades and crossbow bolts should the mission call for such.
first person sample:
Things get a little emotional, because reunions just get that way.
third person sample:
“You have to be more careful than that, Francesco,” She chided the other assassin as she plucked the black fruits from the leafy deadly nightshade. Dark gloved fingers were so gentle, careful. “You need to treat her as gently as possible, she is not forgiving.”
She scoffed at his reply, a whisper of words that frankly amused her. And yet she couldn’t hear these words. Didn’t know why they amused her so.
“Here, let me show you before you poison yourself.” There was that flicker of authority in her voice, swirling around the Italian like it belonged there. Who knew poisons better than she? And she was the teacher here. Teaching verbally and physically. Showing her leader, teammate, fellow assassin how to craft poisons doctors no longer made. Poisons from lilies- they’re as beautiful as they are cruel, and berries, and mushrooms. Whatever she could find, whatever she had seen, heard about, or had learned was poisonous on some scale. It was a mystery how others didn’t see the dangers they were presented with each day. But she would teach him these things; it was an honor to share her vast knowledge with her fellow assassin, her friend.
Her gloved fingers greeted his, gliding along his own glove covered hand, and took control. She directed his every move with the slightest pressure from her hand. The way his fingers crept over the plant and circled the ripe black berry, heavy with poisonous juices. She added a hint of pressure, fingers pressing down on his to coax him into plucking the fruit. They plucked the berry gently, and set it within the small jar placed between them.
“Much better, fratello,” her lips curled into a surprisingly vibrant smile. She was proud of him for being able to follow her non-verbal instructions. He was always so good at listening. “You’ve done well, Francesco.”
The name spilled past her lips carrying warmth and pride. And at the sound of his name he turned his head. His white hood was no longer white, but grey and black, and looked as if it was burning. And his skin, his skin was smoking, charred. And he was on fire. Oh god, he was on fire. And she could feel it, the heat coming off of him, coming off of her. They were burning.
She was burning.
And just like that she heard a crack, as if planks of wood were giving away and snapping beneath her. And there was fire leaping up at her. Catching onto her clothing, her garments. She was terrified. She was going to die.
A scream tore its way past her lips as she jerked awake. The sound of her voice echoed in the dimly lit room, bouncing off the white walls and returning back to her, hollow and yet still so terrified. Cool air bit at her exposed skin, creeping into her clothing. She felt clammy, even though she wore so many layers and lay beneath so many blankets. She felt cold. But that had all been just a dream, she reassured herself. A nightmare made from days long past. She was alive again, somehow, even with a myriad of swirling scars along her back and on her arms, her legs. Fainter in some places, but her back, she knew, was the worst. Scars that were a reminder of her death. Of the fire, the accident. If this was a blessing or a curse she could not say.
Tessa moved slowly, carefully sitting up on the dark leather couch she was using as a makeshift bed. It creaked and squeaked beneath her in protest to her shifting weight, a sound that made her wrinkle her nose. Dark eyes scanned the room for signs of intrusion, a hand reaching for the broom handle she was using as a makeshift pole weapon. This was her routine. Something to make her comfortable, somehow.
case no: Sorry don’t feel like it. :3
