Born in Masyaf in 1195 to parents Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad and Maria Thorpe, Darim was raised in the ways of the Assassin's with his younger brother Sef Ibn-La'Ahad. His Training began at an early age, and with time, he'd eventually grow up to become a member of the Assassin Order and a skilled Crossbowmen.
(playing any age Darim now, just specify who you want)
This is an AC!T blog!

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He continued to free run through the streets with no real destination in mind, this thoughts wandering from training regime’s, what he’d eat later, missions and potential contracts, and that woman—Mirela.

Why couldn’t he get her out of his head? It was clear she didn’t want to be with him, not like that, and he’d already told her he’d made his peace. But why was it still plaguing him? Things were better before he’d confronted her. If Darim had just kept his thoughts to himself, he could’ve easily kept pretending he saw her as nothing more than a friend, that he wanted nothing more—

—lost in thought, he ran right into a wall and fell backwards, lost to the world.

  1. see-you-in-the-darknessddd reblogged this from made-in-acre and added:
    "Well then shall we find out together? Though I bet they serve the same as most places around her" he made a pause as he...
  2. made-in-acre reblogged this from see-you-in-the-darknessddd and added:
    "Aha. Alright, there’s a cafe not too far from here. Now as for what they serve—I do not know. I’ve never been."
  3. see-you-in-the-darknessddd said: ((…./wants to jump in but then strangely feels bad for replying to all your open rps so far OTL))