[hider= Lysandra][b]Name:[/b] Lysandra
[b]Age:[/b] 24
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Species:[/b] Human

[b]Physical Description:[/b]
	[indent][indent]Lysandra is of average height and weight for a female. Standing around 5’6 – 5’7 and weighing somewhere around 120ish. She is petite by some, with a lean but toned physique akin to a woman who is no stranger to rigorous physical work. Long auburn blonde hair accents perfectly against the backsplash of her fair skin and light freckles across her face. Her facial features are soft in nature giving her an almost child-like innocence with big hazel eyes, but it is something not to be fooled by. Although not visible, Lysandra hides various scars; most are small and far in between from scuffles and battles. The most prominent of all is a small thin line on the right side of her abdomen, just above the waist, a living reminder of the time her guard was laxed and was stabbed.[/indent][/indent]
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[b]Skillset:[/b]
	[indent][indent]Being one of the few privileged orphans to have trained under Brand of the Nightwood, Lyssandra is anything but innocent. Aside from having an in-depth understanding of forestry - all that it entitles and survival skills, Lysandra is a skilled and deadly hand-to-hand combatant. Although not terribly strong she relies on her speed, agility, and grappling fighting style to quickly take out a target(s) in a quick and quiet manner. From a young age Brand molded her entire training around these set of skills and although it is a more dangerous and fast paced style of fighting she has truly made it her own.

	While being more adept to short ranged weapons such as daggers and throwing knives, Lysandra can at the very least hold her own when it comes to sword fighting. Again, she does lack the physical strength to go head-on against many opponents, which forces her to find other and more creative ways to win. However, her preferred and most favored weapons are her twin rope daggers wrapped around her wrist and poised to strike at a flick of her arm. Lysandra has a certain taste for a degree of flare when it comes to fighting. Knowing how to fight is without a doubt a useful and a most needed skill but Lysandra has also honed other skills. The woman has a silver tongue like no other, slithering her way out of more than a few troublesome situations. She isn’t afraid to use her beauty as a weapon or to get the upper hand either.[/indent][/indent]

[b]History:[/b]
	[indent][indent]Lysandra was born to the exotic prostitute named Rose due to her uncanny red hair, which no doubtedly was an excellent feature to have in her profession. Having a child as a lady of the night was detrimental for business, but the pregnancy was already to far for it to be terminated and with no choice Rose had to suffer through nine long months. Raising a child in a brothel was out of the question and truly feeling no love for the babe, it was easy to give the baby girl up to the first church she came across. She was handed down to an elderly woman named Galantra, who became known as her ‘church mother’ and named the child Noemi. 
Noemi remained with the church for five years where she was taught the basics of how to write and read; and was being groomed to be a lady of religion. Galantra always believed that because Noemi had been born from a prostitute that in her sinful nature she would naturally try to follow in her mother’s footsteps and believed that daily severe reprimanding would deter the young girl from doing so.

But it only made the poor little girl grow cold and hateful of the elderly woman. Noemi would spend her free time staring out the door and fantasizing what it would be like to be one of the rich and wealthy women that walked by the church. To wear fancy dresses made of exotic materials and to have Prince Charming open doors for her. She dreamed of being their daughter and getting to wear miniature version of the fancy dresses and getting to play with dolls, but sadly it was all just wishful dreams. The truth of her reality was to be doomed to slaving away under Galantra’s tutelage and spending the rest of her life chained to the church. Till luck or misfortune, depends on who you ask, came crashing through the city as a squadron of King Harold’s army. Subsequently, Galantra was killed during the initial hostile take over, the church was closed and Noemi found herself in the streets with no mother to speak off and no roof over her head at five years of age. She slipped out of the city with a group of refugees, who helped her by disguising her as a boy, and for the better half of the year she spent it on the road, drifting from one village to the next. Noemi quickly had to adept to her new lifestyle learning how to steal and not get caught to merely survive each night. And so life went on - a day became a month and a month became two as the group traveled further and further north. On the third month of the gypsy life, disaster struck again this time in the guise of bandits. In the commotion and mayhem Noemi got separated from the group and was caught by the bandits along with a few others, they reckoned they could make a shiny coin or two if they sold the boy to some slavers. That same night, however, luck was on her side when her captors were ambushed. It was on that eventful, and rather frightening, night that little Noemi met her rescuer, Brand. With nowhere to call home and no one to call family, the ranger became her new guardian.

Noemi finally had a place to call her own, a man to call ‘father’ for all terms and purposes, and a group of orphans to call family. Her years were spent not only training but also studying and helping with chores and anything else that needed to be done around the estate. On her thirteen birthday Noemi decided that she no longer wanted to be called as such. That name belonged to another girl from another life and so she began to demand that everyone called her Lysandra, erasing Noemi from history almost entirely. But Noemi would never truly die; her dream of being a wealthy woman was now Lysandra’s dream. And so at the age of nineteen the young woman set her ambitious eyes on the capitol, on all the wealthy lonely gentlemen that had fat purses ripped for the taking.

During her time in the city she took on a different alias and met an assassin for hire named Dorian; he was neither lonely nor wealthy, but the two’s ambitious nature and dangerous lifestyle attracted one another like months to a flame. The two of them schemed and cheated the wealthy out of their shiny coins amassing a growing fortune. Even though, Brand’s teaching were at Lysandra’s core values so she always gave and helped the less fortunate- it didn’t mean, however, she too couldn’t enjoy the spoils of her work. A year later fancy dresses, handmaids ready at her every call, a wealthy house in the upper class ring of the city and a line of suitors from her door all the way down the street. The name Olivia Reed quickly became a well known-name like her father’s and some of her orphan sibling, but for entirely different reasons. While Dorian remain a shadow in the background enjoying the spoils and doing the shady work. The two had a secret affair behind closed door and Lysandra dared to hope it was love. Of course she was mistaken. The wealthy and rich finally caught on to Olivia’s little ploy and when the law came crashing through the door, Dorian betrayed her with a knife in her midsection and disappeared into the night with his share of the fortuned they had amassed. Heart-broken and wounded Lysandra was able to escape the capital and the guards. Her alias was compromised, the name Olivia Reed forever slandered in the book of history and she would need to go into hiding while she came up with a new name. But at least she had a sack filled to the brim with money, who said hiding couldn’t be a luxurious endeavor…

Six months later Lysandra caught wind of the news. The only person that had ever truly accepted her and taken her in as his own was dead.[/indent][/indent]


[b]Psychological Profile:[/b]
	[indent][indent]Lysandra has always dreamed of being part of high society and wealthy individuals, to live the luxurious life – what girl born of nothing doesn’t dream of that. However, the real Lysandra is something altogether different. She hides behind the sarcasm and fake smiles, her ambitions and fantasy dreams, she is the girl that never was able to escape that church. She is Noemi, the girl behind the woman. The girl that only wants to belong to a family, that wants to feel wanted. And she found that under Brand and the orphans. They are the only ones that have seen and know the real her and that’s why they all hold a dear place in her heart and she would fight and protect them with her life. Despite her ambitious nature for wealth, she has never forgotten what Brand taught her and she holds those values and teachings sacred.
Lysandra is whoever you want her to be at the time. She's moldable, adaptable. Skilled and deadly at times but also loving and understanding with those that she allows to be close enough with (a very small few).[/indent][/indent]

[b]Equipment:[/b] [i](I’m assuming this is just battle equipment)[/i]
[indent][indent]•	Twin rope darts: Her primary weapon, a pair of small knives attached to thin reinforced ropes. The ropes are attached to a pair of bracers.
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•	Two daggers for close quarter fighting.
•	An array of throwing knives.
•	A belt containing several pouches holding more knives or other small weapons that may come useful.[/indent][/indent][/hider]