“To protect you from the evils of this world. Scumpa mea Anna”
Name: Anna Silvasi
Additional Notes: Anna has many scars that adorn her body. A series of claw marks run down her back. A large bite mark adorns her right shoulder. She has a few severe burn marks on her right hand. Some blade marks are scattered around her body, most distinctly, across her left thigh and down her right bicep, a couple of small slashes on her left forearm, top side; finally a small blade mark goes down diagonally from the top of her right cheekbone down to her jawline.
Primary: Silver Rapier. http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...e-Morges-2.jpg (Black Handle)
Secondary: Silver throwing knives (4) http://www.hill-interiors.com/images/giant/S5526.jpg
Firearm(s): http://img.world-of-western.com/zoom/z56589.jpg (All metal parts are pure silver)
History/Background: Originally from the city of Transylvania located in the central, mountainous region of Romania; Anna was born to a family of Gypsies. She wanted to prove that she could be a ‘man’ and hunt on her own. To show that a female could continue the family tradition. She was the oldest of three daughters. Her father actually teaching her, even though he did not believe she would continue with it. Her father had gifted her with a silver rapier and a set of finely crafted, silver knives.
It was on her third job, just as she had left her family that she failed, and her life was changed for eternity. Infected with the disease or curse as some called it she began to suffer the symptoms that she knew too well. But soon she came to enjoy certain aspects of these, changes; her strength increased, her speed and stamina had become greater, her senses heightened. Abilities she could use while she hunted others.
Then her first change approached, by the end of the night she had unleashed the monster’s full potential by shedding human blood. She had become just like the people she hunted, a murderer. Something she hated and that scared her. Everything didn’t seem as grand anymore, when she changed and didn’t know what was happening or what she was doing, when she had no control. She has tried and will continue to keep the beast at bay, although shedding unnecessary amounts of blood is something she secretly has come to recently enjoy, even in the slightest.
Scumpa mea= My sweet
Following the orders given to her Anna moved up, pistol drawn and ready to fire. She preferred the stealthier approach but sometimes the gun fights were enjoyable. Her shot was practiced, making sure she did not miss and always went for the kill. Unlike some of the gun toting idiots they fought against. The tall woman glanced over her shoulder making sure her partner was safe. Waiting within the hall to enter the bishop’s office.
With her back against the wall she moved down towards the entrance of the hall. Seeing the men shooting at her partner she raised her weapon, the silver, intricately engraved weapon shimmering in the setting sunlight. Three of the six rounds were fired. Two killing one severely injuring, a wound that would lead to death quickly. She motioned for the large Russian man to move up. Making her way to the door she kicked it in, sending the thick wooden door off it’s hinges. Gun trained on the target as she stepped into the room. Her senses opened up as she focused on the area surrounding them, sounds and smells. The man sat in his chair hands raised as he looked at her.
The sound was subtle but it gave away a lot. Turning around she fired three quick shots as three men fell from the balcony. She smirked putting her gun away since it was empty. Unsheathing the silver rapier Anna smirked as the shimmering blade was placed under the target’s chin. The man’s skin sizzled, Anna grinning at the sound. “Mmm...what do we have here...” She chuckled and moved closer, her accent thick, showing that she had only recently arrived to this part of the world.
The man winced at the burning pain. “Not a traitor to their own kind...” He spoke with pain in his voice.
“But I am not a traitor...You are a wanted man and I am simply here to collect.” The smile remained on her features. “Tell your man to—” The gun clicked and fired as the dark haired woman barely made it out of the way. The bullet grazing her shoulder and landing in the werewolf’s heart. Turning around she growled and looked for a way up, hearing him run through the cathedral she sheathed her sword and followed the sound of his footsteps. Shoving passed Corvo on her way out. Picking up the speed she glanced over her shoulder, making sure her partner wasn’t watching. stepping onto one of the church pew’s she launched herself up and onto the second floor with ease. Her timing was slightly off as the man hadn’t reached her yet.
Unsheathing her sword she walked towards the human who was fumbling with his weapon. Moving faster the fit female impaled the man as he fell onto her. Her lip twisted into a snarl as her eyes shimmered to a wolfish amber, a low growl coming from her. Pulling out the sword she let the body fall to the ground. Blood pouring out from the man’s wound. Looking down at the expanding pool of blood she swallowed hard and clenched her jaw. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs her eyes had faded back to their natural hazel/green colour. Looking for Corvo she called out. “Are we gathering any of the other men? They’re each worth an extra 500$.” She asked as she finished cleaning off her sword, making her way back towards the Bishop’s office.