Beginnings
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Ziva
Ziva (Zoya)
(assasin/entertainer/magician)
Age: 16
Height: 5'3
Hair:brown
Eyes: hazel
Facts: she loves cats, dates (the fruit), parties and starry skies.
Malik
Malik
(assassin)
Age: 19
Height: 5'9
Hair: silver
Eyes: gold
Facts: he's a tsundere and has been in love with Ziva for 10 years, he's a lightweight but acts like he's not, he has a pet hawke named Tali.
Alibaba
Ali (Alibaba)
(The son of a wealthy tailor by day/assassin by night)
Age: 23
Height: 5'11
Hair: blonde
Eyes: blue
Facts: he loves partying, actually a heavyweight, like to prank people, pretty carefree and outgoing.
Sese (Ramses)
Ramses (Sese)
(Emperor)
Age: 27
Height: 6'3
Hair: navy/bkack
Eyes: violet
Facts: he's likes reading, he's one of the best swordsmen, is also pretty nifty with a bow and arrow. HATES Eri.
Eri
Eri
(High Prince)
Age: 28
Height: 6'2
Hair: dark brown
Eyes: brown
Facts: He collects jewels, loves the finer things in life, is a playboy.
Lapis
Lapis
(A nobleman/merchant)
Age: 22
Height: 6'1
Hair: brown
Eyes: amber
Facts: he loves painting, gets jealous easily, soft boi really, loves kids, helps out at the orphanages.
I was 6 when I found out how vile this world is.
Papa always taught me the importance of family. A family's bond is made in blood, and blood is thicker than water.
My father said my name as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.
Slave trader
I see.... Will you be reclaiming this child?
He handed my father a pouch filled with gold, enough to last a minute with my family.
My beggind cries didn't detere my father's stone cold expression, lips pressed into a thin line.
"Papa!" I called over and over as they shoved me inside a barrel. I almost immediately puked from the strong smell of old wine. Closing the lid, they loaded me onto the ship.
That was the last time I'd ever see my father.
On the ship, a woman around forty, freed me. Dumping me onto the floor like I was nothing more than trash, she pulled me up, examining my face.
Brothel owner
Your very pretty.....
Brothel owner
But your freckles are ugly.... No worry, we can cover those up.
Trailing a finger under my eyes and over my knows, tracing my freckles.
Slave trader
Careful with her! She's the daughter of Eli!
The man from earlier said, carrying a rope.
Brothel owner
Eli, hmm? I bet you'd make a pretty penny.
I didn't know what she was talking about, but I didn't like it one bit.
Her hair was waxed and smelt weird, she wore a lot of makeup and her breath smelt of cigarettes.
Slave trader
I'm not just going to give her to you, Madam. If you want her you must bid for her.
Brothel owner
Ah! What a bore, no matter, no one will outbid me.
She gave me one swift pat on the head before going above deck.
The slave trader turned to me with a wicked smile.
Slave trader
Now, little one, hold still.
He tied my hands with the rope, then he lead me up the wooden steps, I stood on several splinters of wood, he didn't care.
The bright sun was blinding my eyes, the salty smell of the sea stinging my nostrils. I hate being on boats, it makes me seasick.
The man holding my rope pulled me along, dragging me down the large wooden ramp.
The ground was dry and hot. I could feel sand beneath my feet, I wiggled my toes, in a state of temporary happiness.
He lined me up next to 50 odd men, also tied up. They exchanged whispers and a few pitying looks, for me I presumed. I was the only child.
Well dressed men in colourful, bright robes and sandals examined each and every one of the men.
Slave trader
Here I have a young girl! Very healthy, at the age of 6!
Despite his heavy protests, the slave trader was ignored, no one wanted a child. Too much liability.
Now all the other men were gone, and the man looked furious I hadn't been picked.
Slave trader
Where is that Madam?! She said she'd bid for you!
Slave trader
This... This is all your fault!
He reached out for me and I bit his hand, he yelped in pain and I took my chance and ran.
My victory was short lived as I stumbled forward, from the unevenness of the sand. I landed face first, nearly suffocating.
I thrashed around but couldn't get up, my hands were still tied and I was loosing energy.
Suddenly, I was pulled up by the collar of my rags.
Farah
Hello little one, are you lost?
And that was how I met Farah, the man who saved my life.
Pastel (Author)
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