name: Rachel
gender: Female
personality:
Rachel is a highly trained assassin who is constantly overestimating herself and underestimating others-which will likely one day get her killed if her target doesn't have a conscious. She is very purposeful in both her actions and her words. She doesn't share ideas freely, as most things involving-well everything and anything are on a need to know basis. She doesn't understand small talk or why others talk about the weather when they run out of things to talk to. It's just weather. Weather she can observe on her own thank you. Getting a reaction out of her is an extremely difficult thing to do, unless you observe her closely, as she is more likely to act out in small ways, such as passing up a meal or carrying a slight snarl on her lip than making a big show of it. Her emotions, at least to her, are to be a heavily guarded secret, as revealing them are punishable if they're believed to be the cause of a failed mission or assignment. Such punishments involve isolation, missing meals intensive and sometimes nonstop training until they're believed to have learned their lesson, or things far worse. Out of all of those, none is worse than the rotten gut feeling of shame and failure, as it is a stain on both her and her record. Hence she has made it a goal and her life's work to always complete a task no matter the physical, phycological, or emotional cost; regardless of her fear of water or primal fear of death. (258)
extras:
Chaperoned
Rachel slowly made her way through both the busiest and hardest working streets of Lancaster City, Walnut Avenue. Keeping an eye on her surroundings was of no use to her, she wasn't particularly aware of the crime rate of petty thefts in this area, but was sure her belongings would remain securely in her possession. Not because she freely trusted others, or believed that everyone was at their core good, but because of the armed and rather burly looking mercenary who fallowed not far behind her. With
Maude's watchful gaze not a tail's length away, the energy Rachel normally used to make sure she wasn't being pickpocketed could be spent taking in the sights of a city she didn't normally get to see despite it's proximity to the temple, whilst their guide chatted with the temple member that'd been assigned to chaperone/assist her in the investigation. Not that she minded though, as she was perfectly content to let them do all the talking. Daydreaming about exploring the city, at least to some degree, while tracking down leads portioning to the whereabouts of citizens suspected of witchcraft by herself proved to be far more entertaining anyway.
(200 words including title)