Real full name: Castor Oleander {Both are poisonous plants}
Alias/nickname: Cas
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Species: Dryad {Sort of like a wood nymph, but slightly more. They're Greek/Roman and while wood nymphs are for a tree, Dryads are for the whole forest.}
Physical appearance: Castor has a typical elven figure, long, tall, athletic, moderately curvy, with long legs and arms. graceful and majestic, with a serious, pale, elven face. High cheekbones, a pointed chin, and large, almond eyes give Castor a look of solemnity and grace. Her eyes are the deep violet of monkshood, and her skin the pale cream of Bushman's Poison. Lips as red as yew berries, with fingernails the same. Her hair is a deep, rich earthy brown, coiling down towards her elbows in rings and spirals, glossy and thick.
Personality: Castor was born the dryad of, what else? Poison. Her dark nature, from birth, set her aside from those of her kind, and made her time on her own the most common and normal for her. Still, that isolation from such a young age, although it makes her quit comfortable with silence and shadow, also makes her, in some corner of her poisoned heart, crave companionship. A friend. A lover. She's never known either. Cas was never an evil person, really, just stuck with a power and fascination that blinded others. Actually, her isolation, and lack of social acceptance made her more innocent than others to the horror of people. It became so routine to be denied acceptance, she hardly thought of it. Cas actually seem's younger, and more innocent than she is, because of her lack of social know-how. A cold blooded killer, Cas believes that poison is the ultimate weapon. Still, when she isn't working, she still tries to be social, make friends, put herself out into the world. Basically, she doesn't want to die, and no one care. Ironic, always laughing, and smiling, she's as ironic as the dryad for poison gets, always seemingly bubbly. But, no one ever gave her enough chance to figure that out. If given a chance, ever, who knows who Cas would be. Castor, shy in public, and quiet, is as mysterious and lonely as the fingers of a breeze.
Special skills: Poison, gardening (she's a dryad, so that one might be slightly obvious), singing, surprisingly, and she does that whenever she's alone, even if it's a simply hum, and running. All dryads, if you know about them, are, like nymphs or satyrs, abnormally fast. As far as her singing talents go, normally she sings poetry, or songs so long gone with time no one remembes who wrote them, or if they were even real at some point.
Rank: Well, I don't know if everyone has to start out as a trainee, so if that's the case, than trainee, but if not, I would like poison.
Weapons: She carries bags all over her person (belt, arm bands, anklets, necklaces, earrings, hairbands, shoes, etc.) filled with different poisons. She also has two daggers on her belt, coated in Castor, what she was named for, and the other in Oleander, her second name. Tacky, I know, but she enjoys the irony.
History:Sort of told you some of it in the personality, but also, theres some more. When she first became an assasin, she was nine years old. She was starving, and the other dryads and nymphs who were responsible for food were refusing it to her. Illigal, where she was from, but the law enforcements turned a blind eye. One day, when she was nearer to death than she had ever been nor ever would be, a centaur had come to her with a proposition. They are proud creatures, and he had been insulted by a fellow centaur. His mate had left him for the said centaur, and he wanted revenge. He offered food, which he had grown himself and was therefor not property of the other dryads, in exchange for poisoning. She agreed. To save her own life, she killed another. Ever since, vengeful and power hungry deamons, faeries, mermaids, humans, cyclops's, you name it, have come to see her, and she has never failed. Her work has mainly dealt with surprise, silence, and a dose of poison where no one would expect it. Results normally happen for her two to three days later. Example: If payed the normal amount, she would sneak into the victims home, and place small doses of poison into their water or food supply. Then, over a day, they would ingest it, and die. Sometimes if she was payed higher, or the case called for speed, she would place large amounts of fast acting poison in somewhere she knew would be fast. Like on their tongue while they slept. Of course, that's risky, but she's always ready with her dagger, too.
Other: She usually wears clothing like Dryads would wear. Earthy colors, fabric imitating nature, the like.
a knife that she keeps in her boot 
her tattoo is on her back and it is much bigger it goes down her whole back.
