[hider= Anath] Appearance: [hider][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b2/ef/c2/b2efc21e189d9177c35d8807aeccba63.jpg[/img] 
Binds her chest, has a belt covered in pouches. Wears thick padded elk hide boots and a messenger boy hat. Stands in at 5,2 and her cloths are actually rather patchy and worn. Hair short and red, with hazel eyes.[/hider]

[centre]Name: 
Anath (birth name, Namina)
Age: 
has no idea, but thinks shes in her 30s
Race: 
elf
Nationality: 
No idea
Personality:
Anath is someone who enjoys playing games. A need for knowledge she is quick to adapt to environment, and act on what would be the best for her personal interests. She's never been one to sugar coat things. She will call people out, so long as she knows she can make a quick escape. Breaking through locked doors, stealing jewels and exploring the cities are her pass times. Often climbing to the roof tops to enjoy her time alone, a book open on her lap, and a stick of charcoal bringing out her thoughts. 

Though she is actually far more intelligent with mathematics and history. She never lets it on, instead to save her own skin she dresses herself as a young boy. Finding that there are many people who treat her better because of appearance alone. "Folk tend to take a boy more seriously than a woman when in this line of work."
She's not someone to loath or love someone based on race. If a witcher came through her doors offering help. She would take it, she knows she can't afford to turn down a hand that she can trust. She treats any lord or lady the same as she would a peasant, if your useful than your a friend. If not, than you won't even gain a second glance. 

Flaws/Weakness: 
She's hopeless in close range combat, her small stature has made her rely on speed and reflexes. But if her opponent grabbed her she is done for. Telling the truth often gets her into trouble, saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. 
 Sometimes, too trusting, giving help to the wrong person. Is not the best with team work ever since her brother was killed. Lashes out when cornered. Will usually run from battle. Seen as a cowered. 

Strengths: 
Quick/agile she is as sure footed on the city roof tops as she is in the streets. A good sneak, and a good thief. knowledgeable in history, mathematics, and basic alchemy, she always has a thirst for knowledge, is good with animals. Weapon of choice is a dagger and cross bow and is a semi good shot.

Powers: 
Closest thing she can call a power, is that she is still alive.[/centre]

[hider= bio]
Anath was given to an orphanage as a baby. Growing up with the other children she had to learn how to be tough and make her own way. No one was going to just take in a kid, not in these times. So she learned, and learned quick. She saw the adults and how they were beaten by guards, she saw how the older kids would pick pocket the nobles so they could feed themselves. Watching is what gave her the ability to survive, watching and a lot of trial and error. 

It was not a pleasant learning experience. She has been beaten, she has been humiliated, she was thrown into prison more times than she could count. But each failure gained a lesson, every time someone locked the door behind her she perfected her craft in opening it. Each time someone reached out to hit her she had to learn how to run away. 
    She was only around 12 when she found herself a partner. Kind of an older brother by the name of Sam who worked with a group of theives. He was kind, a smile offered when she had tried her hardest. But slacking off had caused her to sleep in the cold streets, he helped her. He taught her the social standings that she had not known, he shown her how to read, how to shoot, and basic combat even with her small size. But was the reading that she really stuck to, she would break into the library almost every night just so she could sneak a book, read a message, decode documents to see the standings or alliances waning or plots of assassinations. She knew she was learning things that could get her killed. But she just could not stop the thrill, she actually liked the idea that someone was out to get her. It made her feel important, it made it feel as though she were a threat, that someone out there was listening and fearing. 

It did not take many more years for her feminine side to show. And she began to realize that she was getting away with more, but she was also loosing respect. Sam coming up with the idea to dress her as a boy, she changed her name from Namina, to Anath, never answering to her old name again. It became apparent that less people paid attention to a young boy, she seemed to have nothing to offer. And to many people, she didn't, only the thieves that Sam worked with would be given information, and every piece she gave, she earned a bit of coin, making her look out for even more dirt that could be useful to someone. She was learning quick, and she was reaching out to anyone that would pay her, so with her skill set she became an information brooker. Sneaking into people’s houses to find letters, eavesdropping on meetings, even stealing documents, writing them out and putting them back so that no one would even notice. She was gaining a name for herself as she got older, she was becoming well known as someone who had something on everyone and everything. Elves, humans, witchers, witches, nobles and beggars, she had something on them. 

And that is what caused her to get on someone's bad side. Giving away information on trading illegal goods between guards for a hefty price. She was given the warning to never do so again by coming home to be greeted by Sam, gutted out and laying like a butcherd lamb on her floor. A letter explaining how the others were after her. She had no where to turn to, with Sam gone the thieves would not take her in, and if one group lost interest in her, they all would soon follow. 

And thats, when Dijkstra came into her life. She still hated that look on his face, how he knew he had her. He offered her safety, her name under his protection so long as she worked for him as one of his spies. She didn't have a choice, it was ether do what she already dose, under his name, or be burned at the stake or hung from the tree. Reluctantly she agreed, only to find that she was paid more, she was given better equipment, better housing. Her brother was dead, and in turn she gained a new life. It was a price in which she wish she did not have to pay, but she didn’t play her cards right so she ran with it. Dijkstra and others in the Redanian Intelligence becoming the new group to know that she was really a woman. She began to live comfortably, she gave her work in on time, and so she was never left hungry. Life was good, and she was trusted, feared by her enimes and protected by her friends. Just how she liked it. 

But that had only caused her to be given a job that she could not refuse. The wild hunt, the unknown of the unknown. She could never find any information worth while from any book she read. And whenever someone offered, they charged far too much for her to afford. Now she could get it herself, it would not be easy, she always worked solo. But why not? She was always up for a challenge, there are places to see, things to steal and information to be gathered. A new chapter to be opened that she can not wait for. [/hider]

Other:
The crossbow she uses was her Brother Sam's
Has a pet rat that she never named. 

Themesong: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J3mk_J_zzQ[/youtube][/hider]