D i v i a r e T u r c h i n o
"Yes, that's correct... I'm a Black Heron"
Rank: High Weapon(s): Hidden Knife, Throwing Knives Theme: x
Diviare Turchino, a young, well-known assassin among other assassins, was sitting outside the motherly assassin, Inka, who was taking care of his younger sister Kiara. He watched them through a window, hidden from their view. Kiara was only 16, and had only been with Diviare until she was six. His sister was bright, caring of animals, and nothing like the Black Herons. Diviare felt a sharp pain in his chest. This was the last time he would get to see her before leaving on his on journey to find out what the letter his father had written to him said. He knew it was okay to meet Kiara just once, Inka had even said it was alright, since Kiara didn't remember Diviare, or her father. Diviare didn't go to meet her. He knew it was a little risky, so he swiftly turned away from the window, leaving his hometown behind.
The Leader of the the Black Herons had let Diviare go on leave until he uncovered the letter. So as Diviare went to the other side of the lake, away from the guild, he clutched it in his hand, quietly trying to see if he could uncover it little by little. He had wondered away from the lake many hours later, but was unaware of where he was. It was a forest, thick with foliage. He decided he should take a short rest, as he climbed a tree and sat on a strong branch. Soon he drifted off, but could be woken up if a feather dropped.
(( OOC; first post... eheh ))
