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[b]Age:[/b] 27
[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Role:[/b] Mercenary
[b]Renown:[/b] Very Famous

[b]Interests:[/b] Naturally speaking, she is quite the book worm and enjoys learning new things for the sake of learning. She is also drawn towards ancient and mythical artifacts and ruins when the chances present themselves to her. However these days, when not doing her job, she finds herself just trying to get away from people and reflecting on the past - perhaps a bit too much.

[b]Skills:[/b] Her repertoire includes many survivability and ranger-like skills such as hunting, basic cooking, tracking, herbology, and making basic shelters. This is mostly due to her nomad-like living within the last eight years. Beyond this, she is a master swordsman and an expert martial artist (not of any particular style, just the art of using your body in a fight) and has some knowledge of small unit tactics. Essentially her skillset being of a warrior.

[b]Magical Skills:[/b] Jocasta practices (or more accurately has) a nearly mythical type of magic that a few rare can fully grasp well enough to actually use it. It has been called many things; Bladesong, Sword Magic, and Edge Hymn, but it is all the same. It is a potentially powerful and crippling magic that revolves around the use of a sword or blade of some sort. Accounts have spoken of users being able to shoot waves of cutting air from their blade, engulf blades with fire, blast away opponents with flashes of light, deflect elemental attacks, and call swords to hand, but the most obviously glaring weakness of this type is that the user requires a blade to be in hand to cast the speechless spells.

[b]Personality:[/b] Jocasta is a well known enigma that many do not understand. She is a mercenary and requires payment, but while her demands among the royalty of covens is a high price to pay, she will often turn around and fulfill contracts for commoners for nothing but an apple. Her attitude can easily be called cold or distant, but she also has a reputation for refusing - even those among higher social classes - anything that she deems immoral or evil. Despite her fame, she is rarely seen outside the duties of her self-proclaimed job and therefore, little know who she is, why she does what she does, or what her main goal in life is. Also interesting tadbit that is rumored is the fact that she often avoids drawing her sword unless absolutely necessary and sometimes, she can finish entire contracts with only her fists.

[u][b]Biography[/b][/u]
Born of a commoner class, Jocasta had a myserty about her the moment she was born. Some believe the moon has unknown magical powers and that those born under the full moon are born with luck in their veins. Though luck was far from her life, she came into the world with something mythical though she would not find out until later in her life. Her father was a blacksmith and her mother a simply flower saleswoman, though Jocasta's luck turn fouled at the age of only three, when her mother passed away from a nighly incurable disease. Having to raise a daughter on his own, he did the only thing a man could do with a child in such a dark world - teach her to defend herself. So among the duties of helping her father take care of the shop, she often practiced the art of swordsmanship and using her body as a defensive weapon, which served to her benefit in the coming years.

As she bloomed into a young woman, it was no uncommon for men to try and snatch her away either by deception, genuine interest, or force. Through this, she gained some understanding of being cautious with silver tongues and showed her skills to those who came at her with force ... but even those with genuine interest were spurred away. Jocasta could not explain it at first, why she had no interest in the young handsome men, until she felt blushes on her cheek from stealing glances at some of the more noble women. It wasn't until years later that she finally gathered the courage to tell her father, whom did neither to accept or reject her standing in romance - it was more of a compassionate confusion that held until his death.

It's such a wonder though, to find someone who is so strong in spirit, with a pure heart and determination to what is right to have made it through what she had to bare. During her late teens she had, by what she concerned amazing luck, found another woman to confide her affection in and for them to be returned. They grew very close together, so much so that Jocasta swore that she had fallen in love with Chastna, but when Jocasta discovered her ability to manipulate magics through her blade during a practice, is when everything seemed to tumble down hill. She hadn't realized at first, but what she did by cutting a dummy's head off from a distance, had sparked a rumor mill within the more criminal-inclined. Soon, men were coming to her father's door demanding her service, even until the point where they threatened his life right in front of her.

Whether by bribery or corruption, none of the guards seemed all too interested in their plight. However Jocasta's resolve to righteousness proved to be the most painful time in her life. Her refusal sparked anger in the men and instead of just killing her father like promised, they also took it upon themselves to drag Chastna, in chains to the forest and wait for her. As she arrived, with no warning, no threats, and no time to react - they slit the lover's throat and let her choke on her own blood. With shock and tears, Jocasta marched forward with blade in hand only to see herself surrounded. [b]"You will accept our proposal, or we'll kill you too,"[/b] they demanded. At first, she stood in silence and when her reply came, [b]"fine,"[/b] they were all too happy. However scowls soon followed as she added, [b]"a life for a life. Yours will end today too."[/b] With a lift of her sword, she channeled all her sadness and anger into a spell that blew them all away in a bright flash of light, tearing streaming down her cheeks.

Since that day, she has kept everyone at a distance from her, pushing those that dared get close to her. That day left a scar that even now throbs with pain, but left her with a determination that cannot be shaken. She has sworn to life her life for good, in the memories of her father and her lover, and refuses to fail as to never taint their deaths. However it has left her somewhat cold as well and unsympathetic to nobles that demands high prices from. If someone could ever break that barrier, perhaps one day she could become a true hero, but for now, she works on her own terms as she feels like.