[u][b][color=9e0b0f]((NOTE: Available for Role Play. 1x1 or Group. Medieval Fantasy.))[/color][/b][/u] [color=00aeef][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color] Lucretcia De' Mora [color=00aeef][u][b]Other Alias:[/b][/u][/color] Wynter [color=00aeef][u][b]Gender:[/b][/u][/color] Female [color=00aeef][u][b]Race:[/b][/u][/color] Half Elf [color=00aeef][u][b]Occupation(s):[/b][/u][/color] Blade for hire Herbalist [s]Ex[/s]-Assassin Calligraphy decipher [s]Whisperknife[/s] [color=00aeef][u][b]Magical Attributes:[/b][/u][/color] Shadow Walking [color=00aeef][u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u][/color] [img]https://static.iwakuroleplay.com/data/avatars/l/18/18563.jpg?1438547740[/img] [color=00aeef][u][b]General Personality:[/b][/u][/color] Depending on the day, the mood, and events - Lu is rather hard to pin personality wise. So many masks she wears, yet which one is the true her? Why so many masks to begin with? That is what years of..Well.. Numerous trials and tasks causes one to obtain and/or go through. However, a vast majority of the time if you were to run into her, or randomly ask her a question out of the blue, she is most likely to be straight-forward, blunt, and to the point in reply. She may come off as rude, or uncaring at times. Or perhaps she might just be the opposite - friendly, flirty, the sorts. Regardless, one way or another, someone is going to be offended, someone is going to feel accepted, someone may felt lead on..Is just how Lu is. A facade, basically. As if her emotions was a masquerade ball itself - each emotion having a different mask or costume to hide behind. [color=00aeef][u][b]History:[/b][/u][/color] "We had a deal, Notch! We had a deal!" His voice was hoarse, as it should have been after coughing up blood and yelling in between. The Captain tilts his head as he lofts a thick brow. "Aye, that we did. Though you failed to uphold your end of the bargain. This-" he glances down to what he held within his arms," - will pay off your debt rather nicely. Let alone given your breeding lineage, she'll be perfect for my crew." "NO!!! You can't take her!! That's my daughter!!" The man felt a sudden jolt to the side of his head. His world spun before darkness enveloped him. The Captain chuckled before he jerked his head to the left. A simple, wordless signal for his crew to take care of the man. More than likely to tie him up to a post somewhere, or cut out his eyes - the possibilities were endless. The bulky man makes his way to his quarters, his eyes lowering down to the small infant. "Welcome aboard, little lass..." ------------------------------- 26 Winters Passing "Don't fail me, Wynter.." His voice crackled prior to taking a long drag from the pipe. The woman lofts a brow, eyes peering out from auburn tendrils as she turned gaze to meet the Captain's. It was a silent conversation now. One that has been given through the many years of being aboard the ship. Combing over his features as he sits there, jewel-clad fingers drumming upon an old map, she gives a simple nod before turning to leave his quarters. "And Wynter..." She pauses, barely looking over her shoulder. She listened as his chair scrapes along the old wooden planks - a rather irritating sound that she's grown accustomed to. "Leave this in the bassinet." He moves over, slipping a small folded scroll into her hand. A coy smirk plasters his face swiftly afterwards before he turns and moves over to look out a window. ... By morning, many were mourning the loss of a well known family. Admiral Tobias, his wife Freida, and their newborn daughter Amelia. There was no blood, not even a sign of struggle or foul play. Many had thought it to be a sudden illness at first, until they found a note resting within the bassinet next to the deceased daughter which caused a sudden, mass hunt for the one(s) who did this. "Your debt be paid."