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Nickname
A good assassin has no nicknames to identify by
Age
24
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Irrelevant
Race
Shadow Elf

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Personality
Calculated -|- Cold blooded -|- Merciless -|- Adapting -|- Loyal -|- Sweet tooth

Lah'yr is a cold, capable assassin; more weapon than person. once given an assignment by the council of Slurce, she will go at it with a zealous dedication. However, when the need arises, she can be just as warm and friendly as any other person, allowing her to snake her way into people's lives without them ever even realizing what might happen to them.

Her one and only personal weakness is her penchant for sweets. Slurce was as bleak in its choice of food as it was in its training, leaving sweets off the table. As such, Lah'yr has developed quite the sweet tooth as a personal indulgence.

Background
I was only 9 years old when I was ripped from my mother's warm embrace. A debt unpaid, the headhunter from Slurce had cautioned. I never saw my parents again.

I was brought to the Citadel of Slurce, the fortress of my new family. It dominates the inhospitable mountains and valleys of the faraway pine forests. It is here where the finest Shadow Elf assassins are groomed. It is here where I met my noble master, Varh'yr and was given a new name; Lah'yr.

Ten years slipped through my fingers without even realizing it. My parents' faces became a distant memory. I was taught martial arts during those years, mastering a variety of weapons. For every shot of a crossbow or throwing knife we missed, we received a lash. We were quick to learn. Master Varh'yr took me as his personal protege during these years, mercilessly grinding me to a perfect blade.

After mastering the arts of death, it was time to master the art of of disappearing. every day we went from combat exercises to lessons destined to turn us into cultured elves, deft at mixing powders and fatal oils, flawlessly citing poets and mingling within the best of society.

Our final lessons were the chief discipline of clan Slurce, necromancy. We knew the art of steel and poisons, now we were expected to learn the art of souls. On our very first lesson we were all handed a small jewel that we would keep on us till the day we died, a soulstone tasked with holding the souls of those we killed. In that same lesson, we were also tasked with capturing our first soul. The slowest to get it were the first victims... I mercilessly cut into my classmate, who'd been with me since the day I first came to the citadel, and captured their soul within my soulstone. Master Varh'yr was very proud of me that day.

Most students of Slurce would become fine, honest assassins. if they were decent, they would make it to 30, maybe 40 years, before getting caught and executed. Only two or three per class would ascend to the rank of Ar'Thnen. Implacable, insatiable killers, the elite Shadow Elves. Master Varh'yr saw this to be my future.

Graduation came with no affair or celebration. It was maser Varh'yr himself who lifted me from my bed one night and handed me a sealed envelope containing my first assignment, the subjugation of a rich family to stop their son from attaining what was his from birth. I felt pride in my master's hand as he bid me a last farewell, before closing the gates of Slurce behind me...

Appearance
Lay'yr stands at 6'7" and has the normal traits you'd expect from a Shadow Elf; pale blue skin and gleaming eyes. Her hair is silver white. Her skin, especially her back, are marred with a variety of scars, ranging from lashes to cuts; inflicted upon her from the grueling years of training at Slurce.

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Allegiance
Lah'yr aligns herself to Slurce and Slurce only.

Abilities
Martial prowess
Lay'yr was trained in a variety of weapons, from elegant daggers to more brutal weapons such as halberds to ranged weapons such as crossbows. Anything is a potential weapon in the hands of an assassin of Slurce.

Alchemy
All assassins of Slurce are masters in identifying flora and fauna and distilling these ingredients into dangerous potions or oils, ranging from more harmless uses such as memory loss, to painful inflammation to death.

Necromancy
The chief discipline of Slurce, the capture and manipulation of souls. While nowhere near as varied as true necromancers and certainly not nearly as dangerous, the assassins of Slurce use their Soulstones to capture the souls of those they killed; feeding the stone their power. over time, this jewel will slowly grow more red with the number of souls it consumed. The assassin can employ these souls to his or her use, such as conveying a message or opening magical locks or even attacking opponents. Upon use, the soul is set free.

Strengths
Lah'yr's strength lies in silently taking out targets with the use of a variety of alchemical concoctions, often blending in and befriending the target first before striking them down.

Weaknesses
While possessing a frightening degree of martial prowess, Lay'yr does poorly in group combat and as such is easily overrun and beaten. She also does poorly working together with others, operating lone wolf on nearly all cases.

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Name
Saranja, Blind Seer.
Age
Two hundred and seventy three.
Gender
Female.
Sexuality
Pansexual.
Race
Satyr

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Appearance and Background

Saranja had an alabaster complexion, a pair of hooves and a disarming smile. She was always decorated with contrasting, ritualistic red paint that ran across her forehead and down in lines from her eyes, though the thick blindfold she wore almost all the time made it difficult to see. Horns sprouted from the side of of her head like a ram as another feature to betray her fey heritage.

Despite being blind, she seemed surefooted, knowing where to step and where not to bump into things. She kept a tall, but not imposing, figure that was kept well in shape. She had raven hair that matched the fur of her lower half and made a habit of keeping that lower half naked, since most clothing didn't sit right ontop of fur. The only exception to this was her armour, which she would begrudgingly strap over.

She could often be seen fiddling with tarot cards when she was sitting down, idly doing throws and trailing her hands over the pictures intently, as if that was how she 'read'. She was soft-spoken, though not monotone, emotion shone through her words easily.

People with magical ability or with enough superstition and mythology backing them would easily identify her as a seer. Would-be queens asked her to read their palms for information on schemes and plots, while hopeless romantics asked her when they would find love. Eventually she tired of treading the lands of the Fey, and opted to walk new roads for fresh company.

She might be a household name to those in the know. She had a soft spot for poetry and music.

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Allegiance
+ Fey
+ Romantics
+ Poets

- Authority
- Law
- Industry

I: The Magician
_{The ability to translate ideas to action, skill, diplomacy, self-confidence.}

+ Seer - She is able to see the future, and possible futures of many people. These paths, by their very nature, are not set in stone - as she sees the many different winding roads that a person can walk down. This lets her divine possible outcomes, and her own instinct often helps her realise which is about to come to pass.

+ Compulsion/Coercion - Through bitter and arcane words, she is able to compel people to perform small, unwitting tasks. Having been a servant for so long she has her way with Fate, and is able to twist it in places. This can't be done often. Nor can it be done to great effect. She could not convince someone to cause violence unto someone else, or themselves, but she might be able to spare someone else the sword.

+ The Wyrd - Ritualistic fey magic. Not the things to bring people to heel or raze cities, but the sort of odd, nonsense magic that is linked to fairy creatures. Dancing in the forests at twilight so that dreams continue to flow through mortal men. The feeding of leeches so that they swim their rivers and create the waves in the oceans. The traditional magic done not for power, but for its own sake, and beyond the comprehension of all its practitioners, and clever scholars alike.

XI: Strength
_{Courage, persistence, patience, spiritual power.}

+ Powerful - She's a strong individual. Her race are hardy and powerful, though it is rare that they put their attentions away from a life of hedonism for those traits to see any sort of use beyond the superficial.

+ Loyal - Ever the romantic creature, she is driven by the great love she finds in people and humanity. Should she count you as a friend (or see into your path deep enough to know you are worth it), she will love and protect you.

+ Knowing - Having lived for a good amount of time, and having seen so many different and varied lives, she's accrued a wealth of information behind that blindfold of hers, and knows a great deal about a host of different topics. Though as a fey, and not a scholar, she mostly remembers what she enjoys.

XVII: The Star, Reverse
_{Weakness, illness, pessimism.}

- Servile - Believing herself to be a servant of greater powers, she acts in accordance with her visions. Things she sees that she knows must come to pass, no matter how horrible it is to act powerlessly, and to witness. She refuses to meddle where she knows she mustn't, no matter how much it hurts her.

- Mercurial - She is a fey beast, despite her responsibilities and duty, and as such, is very prone to wandering, to her flights of fancy and to being an extraordinarily flaky creature.

- Romantic- Emotions run wildly through Saranja's head. They affect everything she does, and everything she sees, and when your vision is limited to glimpses of the future, it becomes very difficult not to mix those paints together.

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