LAS is matriarchal, so when Esther's mother died (she was leader of LAS) her brother Joseph took over until Esther was old enough to lead. Esther's mother and her brother, Esther's Uncle Joseph Cotillard had a brother. He knew he would never fulfill his dream of taking over Les Assassins Silencieux if he did not go back into time and kill off Esthers great great great grandfather who decided the next of kin should be woman, during the French Revolution. A portal has been opened by HIM and he has gone back in time in an attempt to rewrite history.
His primary goals are to stop the LAS from splitting with the french King/Queen (Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette) which would change the whole way we see the world. (America wouldnt be a democracy it would be Kings and Queens)
Regular RPG rules apply.
This is an LAS only RPG. If you are interested in joining and feel your character would fit in with this particular storyline, then please PM the LAS account.
Good luck everyone, and remember to have fun! =]
She could remember as a child she would run through the mansion corridors and come to the heavily padlocked door, stopping in her tracks. Her pigtails swinging to and fro as the patter of small feet hit the marble hallway floors. Her eyes scanning to see if there was a butler or perhaps an Assassin guard hiding behind the corner and spying her dicretely...That was long ago.
She wheeled the mobile chair to the bookshelf. Reaching up she lifted her weight up with one hand and gently grabbed at the book hiding amidst the stacks with the other. She struggled slightly, and pulling out the object from betwixt the dusty stacks, she reached into the now gaping hole. The tips of her soft fingers felt around against either side of the books until at last she felt the cold steel graze her fingertips. A shiver traversed down her spine gently as she slowly pulled the lever forward towards her. The creaking metal echoed, the sound bouncing against the library's walls. She looked behind her. No one knew about this place. She looked down at the young girl; her big eyes shining with curiosity as her gaze moved from her mother to the large painting of her great great grandfather across the room. The mural shifted and the wall moved. Angelique's jaw dropped slowly, Esther smiled.
"Your turn mon amour..."
Holding her hand, mother and daughter made their way toward the entryway of the dark passage. Once inside, Esther used the padlock to secure the room and close the entrance behind her. Esther pulled the lighter from her pocket and bent down, lifting the dusty oil lamp from the ground. Cobwebs littered the ceiling above and the cold stone floor below. Rats and mice scampered across the way a short distance ahead. Angelique hugged her mother's arm close to her nervously.
"Don't be afraid little one, I won't let anything harm you.."
"This is your history, mon amour...this is your destiny. It is who you are...who we are."
The two walked into the room. The walls were lined with gold and ancient artifacts that dated back thousands of years. Treasure stolen from privateer's ships four hundred years before. At the center of the room was a glass encasement. Making her way toward it she lifted the case, and set it down on the ground beside her. Angelique gripped the stand with her tiny fingers and stared in awe. The book was lined with gold. It's pages glittered in the light of the oil lamp that she held above her. She turned the pages and began to read the enscriptions out loud...
".....et la lignée ira de la femme à la femme...." (The lineage moves from woman to woman..")
Esther could feel her stomach drop to the floor. Her heart raced. She gripped Angelique tightly, hugging her close to the wheelchair, moving forward, blocking the young girl from danger. No one knew of this place. Only Cotillards born into the lineage would know how to get down here. And the voice...the voice seemed so familiar. She squinted her eyes and gazed at the figure lurking in the shadows. Esther raised the oil lamp higher and gazed in the direction of the speaker. Slowly, he moved out of the shadows, wearing a red cloak, with the Le Rois Noir crest emblazened on his robe.
"Did you miss me? Esther, my child...?" The voice cackled as the mysterious figure laughed evilly.