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A Wild Hunt (a Witcher RP) - [High-Casual]

Appearance:

Hider

Binds her chest, has a belt covered in pouches. Wears thick padded elk hide boots and a messenger boy hat. Stands in at 5,2 and her cloths are actually rather patchy and worn. Hair short and red, with hazel eyes.

Name:
Anath (birth name, Namina)
Age:
has no idea, but thinks shes in her 30s
Race:
elf
Nationality:
No idea
Personality:
Anath is someone who enjoys playing games. A need for knowledge she is quick to adapt to environment, and act on what would be the best for her personal interests. She's never been one to sugar coat things. She will call people out, so long as she knows she can make a quick escape. Breaking through locked doors, stealing jewels and exploring the cities are her pass times. Often climbing to the roof tops to enjoy her time alone, a book open on her lap, and a stick of charcoal bringing out her thoughts.

Though she is actually far more intelligent with mathematics and history. She never lets it on, instead to save her own skin she dresses herself as a young boy. Finding that there are many people who treat her better because of appearance alone. "Folk tend to take a boy more seriously than a woman when in this line of work."
She's not someone to loath or love someone based on race. If a witcher came through her doors offering help. She would take it, she knows she can't afford to turn down a hand that she can trust. She treats any lord or lady the same as she would a peasant, if your useful than your a friend. If not, than you won't even gain a second glance.

Flaws/Weakness:
She's hopeless in close range combat, her small stature has made her rely on speed and reflexes. But if her opponent grabbed her she is done for. Telling the truth often gets her into trouble, saying the wrong thing to the wrong person.
Sometimes, too trusting, giving help to the wrong person. Is not the best with team work ever since her brother was killed. Lashes out when cornered. Will usually run from battle. Seen as a cowered.

Strengths:
Quick/agile she is as sure footed on the city roof tops as she is in the streets. A good sneak, and a good thief. knowledgeable in history, mathematics, and basic alchemy, she always has a thirst for knowledge, is good with animals. Weapon of choice is a dagger and cross bow and is a semi good shot.

Powers:
Closest thing she can call a power, is that she is still alive.

bio

Anath was given to an orphanage as a baby. Growing up with the other children she had to learn how to be tough and make her own way. No one was going to just take in a kid, not in these times. So she learned, and learned quick. She saw the adults and how they were beaten by guards, she saw how the older kids would pick pocket the nobles so they could feed themselves. Watching is what gave her the ability to survive, watching and a lot of trial and error.

It was not a pleasant learning experience. She has been beaten, she has been humiliated, she was thrown into prison more times than she could count. But each failure gained a lesson, every time someone locked the door behind her she perfected her craft in opening it. Each time someone reached out to hit her she had to learn how to run away.
She was only around 12 when she found herself a partner. Kind of an older brother by the name of Sam who worked with a group of theives. He was kind, a smile offered when she had tried her hardest. But slacking off had caused her to sleep in the cold streets, he helped her. He taught her the social standings that she had not known, he shown her how to read, how to shoot, and basic combat even with her small size. But was the reading that she really stuck to, she would break into the library almost every night just so she could sneak a book, read a message, decode documents to see the standings or alliances waning or plots of assassinations. She knew she was learning things that could get her killed. But she just could not stop the thrill, she actually liked the idea that someone was out to get her. It made her feel important, it made it feel as though she were a threat, that someone out there was listening and fearing.

It did not take many more years for her feminine side to show. And she began to realize that she was getting away with more, but she was also loosing respect. Sam coming up with the idea to dress her as a boy, she changed her name from Namina, to Anath, never answering to her old name again. It became apparent that less people paid attention to a young boy, she seemed to have nothing to offer. And to many people, she didn't, only the thieves that Sam worked with would be given information, and every piece she gave, she earned a bit of coin, making her look out for even more dirt that could be useful to someone. She was learning quick, and she was reaching out to anyone that would pay her, so with her skill set she became an information brooker. Sneaking into people’s houses to find letters, eavesdropping on meetings, even stealing documents, writing them out and putting them back so that no one would even notice. She was gaining a name for herself as she got older, she was becoming well known as someone who had something on everyone and everything. Elves, humans, witchers, witches, nobles and beggars, she had something on them.

And that is what caused her to get on someone's bad side. Giving away information on trading illegal goods between guards for a hefty price. She was given the warning to never do so again by coming home to be greeted by Sam, gutted out and laying like a butcherd lamb on her floor. A letter explaining how the others were after her. She had no where to turn to, with Sam gone the thieves would not take her in, and if one group lost interest in her, they all would soon follow.

And thats, when Dijkstra came into her life. She still hated that look on his face, how he knew he had her. He offered her safety, her name under his protection so long as she worked for him as one of his spies. She didn't have a choice, it was ether do what she already dose, under his name, or be burned at the stake or hung from the tree. Reluctantly she agreed, only to find that she was paid more, she was given better equipment, better housing. Her brother was dead, and in turn she gained a new life. It was a price in which she wish she did not have to pay, but she didn’t play her cards right so she ran with it. Dijkstra and others in the Redanian Intelligence becoming the new group to know that she was really a woman. She began to live comfortably, she gave her work in on time, and so she was never left hungry. Life was good, and she was trusted, feared by her enimes and protected by her friends. Just how she liked it.

But that had only caused her to be given a job that she could not refuse. The wild hunt, the unknown of the unknown. She could never find any information worth while from any book she read. And whenever someone offered, they charged far too much for her to afford. Now she could get it herself, it would not be easy, she always worked solo. But why not? She was always up for a challenge, there are places to see, things to steal and information to be gathered. A new chapter to be opened that she can not wait for.

Other:
The crossbow she uses was her Brother Sam's

Themesong:

A Wild Hunt (a Witcher RP) - [High-Casual]

Thinking about making a thief. Are there still spots available?

The Dead and the Dying

thats good to know, its hard loosing a parental figure, can only imagine what its like to loose the real thing.

The Dead and the Dying

@Sol Grim

Friends come first man, he okay?

The Dead and the Dying

"Stead fit for a witcer and can outrun the wild hunt." A small laugh escaping her. Reena shook her head. Though the light heartedness was dispersed quickly from Gandlf's death. She couldn't help but feel a little grateful at the action of Johnny. It was a simple gesture of sympathy, but in a world where everything was going to shit. Where people had the gull to spray paint a dying animal, it made all the difference in keeping her sanity.

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She's been here more than enough times to know her way around. Her steps light she made her way to the back, Rick housing a closet full of hunting equipment that he would often show off to the red head. Before she could even reach the master bedroom that held such a closet, she felt a impact in her back, causing the woman to lurch forward slightly. "Its fine, just be careful" Johnny looking through room after room. She began her search once more. Only for the blood in her veins to run like the icy rivers of winter.

Without a word she grabbed Johnny, almost throwing him under the bed inside when she heard the group. There had to be at least three or four. A truck load, and they were laughing....laughing at a time like this. They had to be Rick's friends, they probably had no idea that his corpse was rotting away at the Tomb Thumb still.
Carefully she creeped around the room, hiding beneath the entertainment system and pulling a rolling chair close to block her appearance. The smell of old cloths hitting her hard, she began to hide under the foul smell, it was better than what could happen if they found one of them.

Heavy boots paraded through the front door, laughter, pushing and shoving. Knocking over the cans of beer that were so sloppily stacked on the table. She was already unlatching her crossbow from her back, hitching a arrow and leaned it into her arm. If someone found her, she would be ready.
"Man, they didn't know what hit em"
"I know right? Guy pissed his pants!"
"Had some good shit on em to."

Reena began to hold her breath. Were they talking about her farm? No, no they could not have. There was no way they would have been able to take down her home. And even so they could ride away, use the jeep, the truck, a horse.
Eyes going wide she began to shake. Roach and Epona were hidden but for how long would it be before they were used as target practice? She was not going to let that happen again, her jaw began to grow tight, biting the inside of her cheek as she dared take a look at Johnny who was under the bed. The expression within her Golden eyes seeming to tell all that was needed.

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"If you like working here, I'll have to teach you to ride sometime!" Sweat beading down his brow, James kept looking over his shoulder, always pausing to listen to what was going on. Even if it seemed like a normal day, he knew it was anything but. He could see Vander prancing in his pasture, Azazel close by, the road coated mule having a laid back look yet he still seemed to be looking around, waiting for anything to break the peace.

He wondered how Reena and Johnny were doing. Probably fine, he remembered how the red head had waited hours for a elk to move into her range once on a hunting trip. Even with a full head of red hair that stuck out like fire, she still took out the creature with a single arrow and a knife. Him and his mom ate well that year, she barley touched her kill. Mostly giving the pieces to friends and family.
No, Reena knew how to kill, and he was sure Johnny could do the same.

Hours passing and the sky growing dark, James thought it was a good idea to check on Ethan. The guy just lost his entire family, he was in a dark place.
Entering the home, he walked back up stairs to the guest room, knocking on the door only to get no answer once more. "Ethan...its me James. I, I was wondering if you wanted food or anything." Still greeted with silence, the boy sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Please come out? Come on man, you need to at least drink some water or something."
Again he was met with silence. Opening the door, he was met with a empty room. His chest tightening at the sight he looked around, a uneasiness in his gate. Yet not a sign that the man had been here stood.

Walking back out, the blond made his way to Raven and Dallen. "Guys, you know what happened to Ethan?" He tried to keep the worry out of his voice as he looked around, where could he have gone? Did he leave when he was walking around the area? He was looking for anything that could attract a walker, dead animals or slopes. He was gone for a while from doing so.
"How dose everything look? Think the other guys will try to come back tonight?"

The Dead and the Dying

@Sol Grim

eh, its fine. Still have chances to do crazy things. @alexfangtalon Why don't you have your character’s show up when you see someone in trouble? I can throw some people at Reena's way if it makes an opening for you to jump in.

The Dead and the Dying

Riding through the woods, trying to get to the house that Reena marked on her map, had been a rather calming experience for the red head. Her crossbow thumping against her back, Epona's head down in a relaxed state, while Roach, even though he had ran from a army of walkers a few days ago, was acting normal again beneath Johnny.

"Hold on a sec"
Pulling back the reins, Reena dismounted. Kneeling by a set of tracks, they were new, probably only half an hour old. Deep from something heavy and larger than Epona. "Gandalf went through here, I'm gonna look around a little bit. See if I can find him." He was the only horse not to come back to the barn in the last few days. And honestly, she was worried about him, he was larger and slower than the others, a gentle giant that had a almost white coat so he was easily spotted.
Following the tracks, going down hill, Reena began to see them more and more clearly. Twigs broken and soil turned about from him charging through. "Something spooked him.."
It only took about ten minutes of looking for her to find her gelding. Her heart sinking at the sight as she bit her lip, a little choked at what she found.

Gandalf lay in the grass, whimpers of pain escaping him, his leg twisted and sides shredded. The walkers had gotten to him, he was just to slow. "Hey boy, easy, easy." She failed to realize that the bodies around him were shot, kneeling by his head only for a cool rage to consume her when she saw his flank was tagged in blue spray paint. The word "whore" marking his once beautiful coat.

Her eyes slightly wet from tears, but soon blinked away. Reena cradled Gandalf's head. The horse slapping his lips at her arm, ears twitching at her direction. His remaining eye looking at her as if asking for help. "I'm sorry sweet heart, I can't help you this time..." Instead she laid him down, the horse trying to get up for her in a pitiful response until she told him to stay still. Instead, she took the 10mm from Johnny, and shot her companion once directly in the side of the head to end his suffering. The other two horses jumping slightly, but both were trained enough to not run.
"Someone I knew did this....I just don't know which one..."

Running her hands through her hair, taking a deep breath to end the tears that kept trying to fall, she gave the weapon back. Mounting Epona and turning the horse away. "Come on, the scant is going to attract something. We're almost at Rick's place anyway, might as well get in and get out."
Riding away, she could not bring herself to look back at the horse. From the back he seemed to be sleeping, a giant that had never done harm to anyone, not even the smallest child she would place on his back.

The house she mentioned was more of a garage than anything. Cars littering the yard, old cans for shooting practice, a few dirt bikes here, a bonfire there. It was the classic stereotype. Jumping from the mare, she hid both horses behind a truck. Using a key under one of the seats to unlock the door and be greeted with a disgusting smell of rotting meat. "Stay quiet, and keep close." Her crossbow was already drawn, the guy had friends that would often sleep on his couch. Another reason to be careful.

It was a place where beer cans stacked were treated like works of art. Heads of great elk mounted the wall, their horns decorated with random objects like socks or Christmas lights, a dart board with a average of always missing. Leather couches torn to pieces from the cat that ate the old food. The carpet a strange yellow color, stained brown in some areas, broken by a table that had bags and canes arranged in a sort of, artistic format, least thats what it would be called in such a strange place.

Her shirt pulled over her nose, Reena began to look around. The events that had happened only moments ago would have to be pushed back for a later time. She could not allow things to cloud her mind when in such situations. Instead she kept looking over her shoulder every now and again, taking in comfort that she had someone to watch her back at the vary least.

The Dead and the Dying

Yes, Darlin, you got to talk to @Sol Grim if you want to start posting.

Guess I should add, that I'll be posting soon. Sorry been working on the final stretch of tech week and theirs only 2 months left of school.

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

"Mind control?" Rising her head to listen, Raven moved closer to the group. No wonder, she heard that the scene of the crimes Umbra caused had damage sometimes yes, but it never sounded like there was enough of a struggle.
She found herself biting her thumb, listening to the child sleep on Tank. It was one problem after another. Than again thats what this life was all about, problems and having to fix them. Even if it was going to kick their ass in the process. Least it can be a story to tell at a party one day.
"We'll have to figure out how it works, is it done through sound? Touch, sight? An object maybe? You can't just take control of someone's thoughts without a connection." Oh how she hoped it was through sight, like the basilisk. If Umbra had control over minds through sight than she would be in the clear, can't make her see a thing no matter how much one can torture her.

She felt a stab of guilt at the thought though. What about her team mates? She was thinking only about herself again. Ways to get out of a situation unscaled while throwing the other's under the bus. A sigh escaping her she listened to the others, Omega demanding Ditch get some rest, causing her to reach back into her pocket.
Yep, just as she thought. Banimen, horse muscle relaxor.
"Ditch if you really can't sleep, I have something that can knock out Tank if you need it." She won't lie, shes used the stuff to sleep before. When under major stress before a show or climbing out of a loosing round, she finds that a dab works. Shaking her head at the thought she shrugged her shoulders. "Its harmless.....I swear."

Another thing was the boy. What were they going to do about him? TB and Reaper offering, Raven began to think. "If he won't go with Reaper, I'll be willing to lend a hand, he'd probably feel safer with TB as I been seeing things. I don't mind paying for a meal or two for him. Can't let him stay with me, I live alone and am not fit to take care of a child by my self, so least I can do."

Hearing the rustle of fabric, she turned her head, to most it seemed she really could see half the time. Ecto going on about leaving and thinking, Raven tapped her cane. "So long as we know the little one is safe."

Never Normal - a Superhero Vigilante RP

The tension in the air was enough to strangle her. The breathing of chaos, uneasiness....Despair...In a way, it was tormentingly straining. To hear and feel so much that could break at the smallest turn of events. It was at the tipping point from Umbra, only to be kicked when Reaper, for some unknown reason thought it was wise to use her abilities.
The child's sobs were something that pulled at her chest. She hated the sound of crying, tears of any kind. She couldn't stand the sound of it, the feeling of water falling down one's cheeks. TB and Manny were helping, Ditch soon jumping in, Ecto trying but was clearly out of his element, yet the child seemed to still be a bit untrusting. No surprise, he's a brave little one to be dealing with the masked faces looking his way.
Hearing the bracelet being crushed under Ditch's foot though caused Raven to hold back a groan. She was hoping she could feel that later. She needed to know what to look out for in the future. But it helped the kid so it softened the blow to her lost chance.

A sigh escaping her lips, she felt for the hood on the back of her coat, only to realize that it was still with the child. Carefully moving to the stage, her cane tapping in rhythmic patterns, head turned away so he wouldn't look directly into the raven's sockets. Raven Tale began to feel for her coat, the laced sleeves brushing her finger tips she pulled it close, donning the fabric and pulling the hood up. Her hand brushing the mask to disperse it only for the oversized hood to cover her face instead.
"Sorry little one, I can't show my face, but at least its not as scary now, right?" Offering a smile she sat on the ground, back to the stage to give the kid space, but to still be able to listen.

A chill ran down her spine when he spoke to TB. Talking of his mother, did he know him? No, the way he spoke, it was strange. As if he never met the topic of conversation. It was like a flip of the switch, TB, calm and collected began to break slightly. Leaving in a hurry to the awaiting rain. She couldn't help but bring her knees up when she heard a scream of suffering. A cry that was bottled up, it was more than faint, below a whispered call, but it was still a haunting melody.

Playing with the cane in hand, she ran her thumb over the designed engraved in the handle. Feeling the wooden stage at her back as she continued to listen. The child had spoken of ghosts before TB left. Could he see them?
The thought made her freeze up, biting her lip at the ideas that ran through her head. She began to hear a beautiful voice in her mind, one unmatched by all, soft words and kind laughter, and it was enough to almost make a tear fall down her own face. Kaite, could he see her?
No, Kaite should be watching over her family. There was not a day Raven had not thought about her best friend. But she wouldn't think the woman would be with her. She should be safe for now. "So little one, do you have a place to go? Family? Don't worry, ether way we'll still protect you from the bad guys, and Umbra. But is there anyone that might be worried?"
If it was the case, than someone must be looking for him. Family that must be worried sick, overworked in their quest to find him. But if not, where would they take him? She had her own place, and her neighbour could help, it was safe, but he might need something different. Something that feels safer.
All that she knew right now, was that they were probably going to mess up, they were going to make too many mistakes.