[hider=Ottela Nog][center][b]- Name –[/b]
Ottela Nog

[b]- Appearance –[/b]
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Ottela has long, ragged red hair that falls to her back and sharp, blue eyes. She is tall, standing at 5’11”, and weighs 140 pounds. She is usually dressed in black and brown, with a tattered navy blue cloak resting on her shoulders. She has a scar on her left eye from carelessness during a swordfight when fetching the head of an assassin.
[center][b]- Personality –[/b][/center]
Ottela is a snarky woman who loves a good brawl. She lacks subtlety and patience, preferring a straightforward, blunt approach. The woman gets aggravated and exasperated when she has to wait for answers. Ottela loves to fight; she finds pleasure in releasing all her pent-up frustrations and going all out. However, she can be careless when fighting and it leads to injuries often, though usually nothing serious. 
Ottela is greedy and loves money. She would do anything to get it and has killed countless people to become rich. However, she is much like a squirrel and never spends her money, but hides it for emergencies. When she needs something, or wants something, she is more likely to steal it than pay for it.

[center][b]- Excerpt –[/b][/center]
Ottela grinned, her legs widening into a stance as she crouched low to the ground. Her opponent squinted his eyes at her, readying his sword as he waited for her to make a move. Impatient, she leapt at him, swinging her sword at his throat. She left her stomach open and the assassin moved to strike her horizontally. Ottela danced away, though the sword managed to knick her on the side. The redhead licked her lips, tasting the sweat of adrenaline on her lips. Gasping, they parried and circled like vultures.
 Leaving her guard behind, she darted towards him and brought her sword to his neck, slashing sideways. He managed to back away, slicing his sword upwards in an attempt to ward her away. His sword knocked hers away, her own sword almost slipping from her fingers, and the sharp edge gleamed as it neared her face. [i]Shlick.[/i] A thin red line slowly deepened as it travelled up her cheek, until it ended in a gash at her eye. Clenching her left eye shut, she howled with pain and fell to her knees, clawing at her wound. The assassin stalked forward, smirking at the clear victory. He raised his sword high, preparing to decapitate the young woman. With aching muscles, Ottela raised her sword, gritting her teeth. [i]Shlick![/i] The assassin glanced down at the crimson spot that steadly grew on his abdomen. Ottela smiled, pulling the sword from his gut. [/hider]