Years ago, when you were just a little orphan..you idolized the king greatly, much like many other kids your age. But ever since birth, you had natural red hair and golden yellow eyes, which led everyone to believe you were witch. Due to this, you were never adopted and kicked out the second you turned 18. Of course you were scared..but managed to push through. you ended up running into the king.. and when you tried to express your idolization for him, he was a huge dick and tried to burn you for "practicing witchcraft". Luckily you got away.

You ran into the forest, far away and into another kingdom. But you still needed a job. It took a long time..but you found it. And you knew it'd be forever.

An assassin.

At first you felt terrible and were horrible, but now, over a decade later when your 36, your one of the best and second in command. Despite it being the 1920s, you wear the opposite of dresses, usually always in a shirt and pants, preferably leather. You've been scent all over the world to assassinate people, and it's been over 5 years since you've failed a mission.

But when your boss, a pretty chill dude named Zach Clark, called you in for a mission, you were excited. He sighed, motioning you to sit in the chair across from him when you arrived. "So.. Aila. I have a mission from you." *He spoke calmly, sliding you a picture of the king from your hometown. Sure, by now..he's in his late 50s or early 60s, but still king. Of course there's heirs, his sons, but he's still the leader. "You know him?" Zach asked, and when you nodded, smiled. "I need him dead by Monday. But his kingdom and castle is heavily guarded, and he's one of the greatest swordsmen in the world. Are you sure your up for the challenge?"