The Cat Did It wrote:.:Human:.
Name:
Night
Gender:
Female
Age:
16
Love Interest:
None
Class:
Assasin
Weapon:
She's an assassin, she has been trained to use everything as a weapon but her favourite is her knife Sith, which is to glow dully red when it's owner is about to kill or thinking about killing.
Description:
She has bobbed black hair and black eyes. She is short and slim and is very cat-like, moving nonchalantly but ready to leap or doge at a moments notice. She wears all black leather and doesn't do skirts.
Personality:
Night is a brilliant assassin, she can kill a man with a wedge of cheese, scale just about any wall and she is a master of creeping through shadows, but she knows little else. She knows nothing of love and very little of frindship and she has never been shopping or picked flowers. She is a perfect killing machine, but almost inhuman. She doesn't fear death and is proud. She acts cold and laughs at gore and violence but inside she is a bewildered girl who knows nothing else. Night also might be called a coward because she prefers sneaking and back stabbing to outright fighting.
History:
When Night was born an old gypsy woman was consulted to tell her future. She saw little but said that she 'would be a master killer and only a master killer'. Night's father interpreted this as a sign that the only job she would be good at was assassination. So after letting her live with her mother, he gave her to a lord who was known to have his own supply of thieves and assassins and asked that he train her. Night was two. She was trained in the arts of killing and was talented at them. By the time she was 10 she had made a name for herself among the Underground as the youngest assassin to ever live. She eventually left the lord's service and became a shadow in the Underground. And so the future that the gypsy had see came to pass, Night was a master killer and only a master killer.
Strengths:
-She is a dangerous killer
-She has connections in the Underground
-She is strong and fast
-She doesn't get angry easily
Weaknesses:
-She is a dangerous killer
-People dislike, mistrust and hate her
-Although she can lie convincingly, most of the time she is insultingly honest
-She doesn't know anything about some things that are supposedly common knowledge
-She offends people. A lot
Fears:
-Failing
-Being ignorant
-Being buried alive (She had to do this during a training exercise and still has nightmares about it)
Special Ability:
She has a knack for making people angry, with out losing her own cool.
Other:
RPing Example:
Rang has the talent to create illusions, sight, taste, feeling and smell. She has just attacked Rika because she thought she was an intruder. Kyralea and Rika have been talking when Rang walks in on them...
Rang walked in. Today her hair looked blond and came down past her waist. Her eyes were both clearest blue, but whether or not she wanted them this way, or whether old habits die hard wasn't clear. She was holding her hand gently on her arm, if she had a cut that was bleeding, but nothing was visible between her fingers. The corners of her mouth were twitching, which ruined the effect, but other than that her face was a mask of sorrow and shame.
"I'm sorry that I knocked you out." Her voice was a pleasant, but husky after Kyralea's deep melodic voice, which made Rang's sound rough and empty. Rang looked the girl -Rika- over. She was about the same age as Rang, maybe a little younger. She's pretty. was Rang's thought. It surprised her. But She thought ruefully Who am I to decide what's beautiful.
Proffered Group:
Group 1
((I have a male dwarf all written up, but I'm kinda tired....)
((Accepted! Ya, someone is actually going to make a dawrf!))
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Elenwen felt someone come up behind her and suddenly her feet left the ground. She turned around, wondering what it was; there were plently of winged creatures in these woods. She relaxed when she saw Halomaru but when he asked her about where to go she paused "J-Just follow the smoke." she said quietly, she couldn't find the strenght to say anything else. She was afraid of what she would find, she knew not everyone would survive that fire... she douted anyone would survive that fire. She coughed slight from the smoke, it stung her eyes and bruned her throat, at least she had an excuse for crying.
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