[color=red]Name:[/color] Isabeau Falkenrath
[color=red]Race:[/color] Human
[color=red]Age:[/color] 27
[color=red]Gender:[/color] Female

[color=red]Appearance:[/color] Isabeau has short auburn hair. It is longer in the front, sitting just below her chin. Bangs, neatly parted to the side, hang over her forehead and just barely brush over her eyebrows. Her eyes are something to behold; light green surrounded by a thin ring of gold. Freckles sprinkle lightly over her nose. She stands at about 5’7” tall, a petite upper body sitting upon wider hips and thick thighs. Not overly muscular though her body is tone. When exposed, displayed on her back are a number of scars, some seeming a bit more prominent.
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Image courtesy of [@Diabolic]

[color=red]Clothing:[/color] She typically wears light fabrics, leathers and cloths of darker shades, red being her favorite color. A large cowl normally covers most of her features. Dark brown leather boots extend up just past her knees, straps and buckles secure padding where would be needed. Plain cloth pants are held up by a thick black belt, lined with a few pouches and oddities. 

[color=red]Weapons:[/color] Through her training, she has become a jack of all trades. Though her favorite weapon is the battle axe strapped to her back. She has a dagger hidden within her boots and one saddled  to her belt at her right hip. The dagger hanging from her belt is a curved dagger, with a ruby embedded within the hilt.

[Color=red]Alignment:[/color] chaotic neutral

[color=red]Skills:[/color] Part of the reason why the witches wanted to do away with her because she did not have the affinity for magic as they did. However her time in the Assassin’s Keep allowed her to develop other skills and techniques:
[color=darkred]Shadow Prison:[/color] Isabeau is able to shadow step to her foe for an attack. During this attack, her foe’s movement speed is drastically reduced temporarily
[color=darkred]Wild Blow:[/color] Isabeau is able to manipulate the shadows around her weapons, increasing the damage done by her attacks. The attack is usually used when attempting to sunder a shield. 
[color=darkred]Wildfire:[/color] Despite not having the understanding of the weave, as the witches did, Isabeau was bestowed with a gift from her mother. The gift of Wildfire. This gift takes an enormous amount of energy to control and wield. When called upon, the shadows immediately surrounding Isabeau will ignite and deadly flames will surround her as well as coat her axe, adding fire damage to her attacks. This generally leaves Isabeau quite drained afterwards

[color=red]Magic:[/color]N/A -see skills above

[color=red]Backstory:[/color]
[hider=lengthy reading]Though actual details of her birth are a mystery,  there are rumors of a witch who fell in love with a prince from a far away land. 

The prince had journied far in search of a magical herb that was said to cure a sickness plaguing his kingdom.  He came upon a young woman living deep within the woods. Beautiful in every way imaginable, the Prince became enthralled with the young woman and insisted that she leave the woods and return with him to his castle. But she could not leave her home.  For she was a witch,  just as her mother before her, and so on down the line. Their family and gifts had been banished from the kingdom long ago, and since, had taken refuge in the forest,  tending to the wilds and those who dwelled within its sanctuary. 

Disturbed by the story,  the prince vowed that he would speak with his father to lift their exile if she would return with him as his bride. Gleefully, the young woman accepted.  And with the prince as her guest, she spent her last few days in the woods saying her goodbyes and making arrangements for after she left.  

Those last few nights blanketed by the stars, we're magical for her and the prince, though as the story goes,  it was the last shred of happiness for the young couple. Grandmother Amari, the high witch of their clan, had high expectations for the young witch. Plans which did not include the Prince, plans which would've been especially ruined if the prince took her away to become a princess in the castle.  Though a silver lining appeared that would help Amari's plans along. And so the high witch gathered her kin, and her plot for war went into action. 

The night before the two lovers were to leave for the castle,  Amari had one of the youngest within their clan travel to the cottage where the two were staying.  She silently crept in, cloaked within the shadows and darkness of the night.  With one clean swipe of her blade, she sliced his throat open, and without anyone noticing,  made her way back out. He bled out onto the bed next to his beloved, who never stirred, and never realized his death until the next morning. 

It wasn’t until many months later did they all realize the young witch was with child and when the news had traveled to the High Witch, it was ordered to discard the baby once it was born. The young witch with fire red hair and green eyes encircled with a gold ring would never know her daughter. 

Isabeau continued to meet only betrayal and despair as she grew older unfortunately. Bred into a world of death and darkness, she was raised within the Keep of the Assassin’s Guild and was honed into the land’s deadliest weapon. She was taught to cast all emotions aside, especially that of love. Though being the girl she is, passionate and vibrant, her one downfall is what led her to her situation. 

Isabeau always acted the tough girl, but there was something so innocent, so pure and delicate behind her eyes and under the scars. It lived right there beside the rage, buried deep within her heart. Unfortunately, the violence of her wrath has been all that she’s known since she could remember. They called her a berserker, at the time, she never knew what they meant.

She held on so tightly, grasping at the last few strands that were her life. She was bruised and burdened, battered and afraid, and on the run. Catching the first boat out of her land, she fled. She wasn’t sure of where’d she go, but this was no longer her home. [/hider]