Color_Weaver

The Last City

Athel Redstroke Female 28 Night Master Personality Athel much like the night is cunning, manipulative and scheming, all the necessary qualities fitting those that embrace the night. If you can manipulate the right person, any plan can go in accordance, or a well placed associate. All one needs to be a cold efficient killer, devoid of the emotion taking a life seeing as it being a kill or be killed world. But if a bit of gold comes to hand, well an exception can be made... if the price is right though. Nothing is out of reached with a well placed arrow a fact she has made well known and several key associates are very grateful for that service. She has morals though one chief being, is killing her own gender, a service that is offered for an assassin yes, but will not hear of it. In truth Athel disdains the Magnificent One, disliking the notion of having to ask permission to eliminate a particular but has done so for the most part, recent events have embolden her taking more advantage of the situation. Having her associates service needs of the elite, siphoning any all wealth that could be obtained. With gold being the obsession and that of her people, she'd bath in the substance and has been found to actually performing that act.. Nothing in her mind can't be fixed with a well placed knife, a beautiful woman or few coins after all. When the job or money isn't of concern a drink is inline, a feature that the guilds male counterparts love. Can drink with and past the best of them, her short coming yes but its a vice and everyone has to have at least one, but loves the finer vintages. Cunning, bold and a bit rash Athel isn't without a sense of wisdom and foresight, generally knowing if something sounds too good or a setup is in motion. With all these coming swirl within her created a deadly efficient being, splashed with alcoholism but it is the tight loyalty that binds those beneath her. Taking traitor's as the worst, personally offering huge bounties on the so accused, what she does with them isn't privy to most but the screams are evident enough, even taking the steps to ensure silence killing in broad daylight in front of the watch. For after all vengeance, gold and death are the only sure things. History Athel was a product and born into the very society that she now commands. Her mother a common whore from a brothel, her father?? He was of the elite is all that is know, who exactly isn't know and nor will she diverge into the facts not to anyone, the only other person she has told any further details is the daymaster Delphi. From a young age she had to watch her mother take clients left and right just be able to support herself and Athel, something she disliked seeing her own mother doing. In doing so she wandered the city, getting in to trouble with city guard most of the time. But playing the role of a poor innocent girl or weaseling her way out of any stipulations. Becoming widely known as 'Red' to the guards because her hair was unmistakable, never being able to get her real name or who she was associated with. Athel was never apart of the guild until her latter teen years, due in large part that she didn't even know they had existed. Operating as a card shark and dice roller (Loaded ones of course), collecting dues enough to get noticed by the Rouges guild. Catching the eye of one the top con-men, loosing a small fortune to her thanks to loaded dice. Normally she would've been reprimanded but the way she played the other commoners was her way into the guild. Brought in before the two masters, while the day master was sending her away the night master saw something in her and was formally brought in under his tutelage, little known to her he was her mothers brother. With such fortune she made her mother retire and live in relative luxury because of her elevated status in the guild. Several years passed she had killed which came surprisingly easy. In both practice and on the job, so it because just work anymore. Some said she enjoyed it to an extent but never fully proven. Leaving a pair of black lip outlines on her targets While on a visit to her mother she came late to something Athel holds herself responsible. Coming up seeing a man with bloodied hands escape from her mother's residence, playing as another woman on the street to avoid suspicion. When the coast was clear she entered immediately to find her mother died. Raped to death, choked, beaten and bleed out. Though in her mothers dying moments knowing Athel was coming she panted, "Your Father." On the floor, a clear sign the murderer was her father. Demanding vengeance with the masters to the murder of her mother. The day master waved her off preoccupied with his whores, but the night master sung a different tune. Confiding that he'd been watching over her for quite sometime and that she was her uncle. Unable to comprehend it for a moment but seeing the seriousness in his eyes and the way he felt so much about the subject, Athel knew in her stomach that he was family The both of them set out for the described man in question. An man of elite standing and risking going against the Magnificent One and knowing full well the circumstances if they were discovered the plan was carried out. While her uncle was disposing of the guards Athel snuck into the said man's room. In the literal sense of the word she had cut him to pieces. To the point where when servants came to check on him, all's one could do seeing it was vomit, even the strongest of stomachs could barely keep themselves from vomiting. The most noticeable was his genitals stuffed in his mouth But the vendetta costed her uncle's life, barely able to get him back to guild before passing. Naming her his heir in his final moments and after the rumors circling the city the next day no one dared try to dispose her. Taking her spot as the night master. As both ruthless and cunning, but also a sense of joy in being the matriarch of a family of fellow outlaws, rouges and women of please. Weapon Dual sided Storm Blade But also carries a small hand held crossbow for do or die situations. Other Athel is commonly known as either Red or Black Lips by most, since her real name isn't privy to most. Uncommonly if one manages to piss her off, the name Mutilator comes up, which brings silence as the story of what happened to her wealthy father is exceedingly well known. Her calling card is one of the rare black coins that circulate the city. Given to either the Madam or Owner in the owner of the Blooming Orchid is guaranteed a visit in someway shape or form. There is no such thing as modesty in her mind. Lastly there is an on going bet with the guild and various people of the city. Athel is still a virgin despite having courtesans bringing in excessive money. How much it is has grown isn't known but said to be astronomical and grown excessively in the years since many have tried to bed her. Said to be now in the thousands.