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Name: Katherine Silvers 

Alias: Cerberus

Age: 1000+

Nationality: Egyptian 

Location: New York City (For now)


Appearance: Few mercenaries embody the look of their chosen profession as well as Katherine does. She is lean, muscular, and heavily scarred. Katherine’s hair is black as pitch, shoulder length and her eyes are soft brown. Her body is covered in the faded grey tattoos of Egyptian origin and her skin is bronze. Katherine walks with a lazy gait and looks relaxed even in stressful situations, always with an easy smile. It’s hard to decipher what's going through her head, what she’s feeling as she keeps that lazy smile on her face at all times, rarely breaking her poker face.


Personality: “Live like there’s no tomorrow because there might not be,” is a motto Katherine has followed for as long as she’s owned the Empress’s Wrath. She drinks, gambles, and whores about like she fights, with lazy contentment. Her unique… situation would drive others to madness, maybe make them crave death, look for it even, or be grumpy, gruff sticks in the mud, stoic with their “mysterious past”. Katherine has no such reservations, you ask she’ll probably tell ya. 


She’s loud at the pub, passionate when taking a lover, an enthusiastic gambler, and doesn’t say no to a good fight. She has no sense of self preservation when she fights though, mainly because she’s cursed with unlife, making her reckless, stupid even. Katherine does have a military mind and when she’s forced to actually strategize she can be surprisingly cunning, and ruthless. She plays for keeps when she fights, unless her opponent is dead or she is she’ll keep fighting; stubborn is what she is. 


Katherine is a simple woman with simple needs. She lacks any sort of ambition, living day to day, bottle to bottle… bed to bed. She isn’t afraid to try new things however, finding quite a bit of joy in new activities.  


Backstory/Origin: Katherine was sold into slavery at the age of nine, trained to be a whore, and traded masters several times before being bought by some mystic alongside a whole crop of other slaves ranging young to old. For months after, she and her fellow slaves were subjected to experiments at this mystic’s hands, always pushing how close to death he could push them, devising ways to bring them back. Katherine was never sure why they were put through the torture but she had been numb to it. 


The truth was, he was trying to unlock the secrets of death itself and how to cheat it. The years went on and Katherine was among a particularly resilient group. He managed to seal her and two others’ souls into trinkets, soul jars he called them, and then killed them all. Katherine was the only one to come back to life. She promptly killed him, the experience changing her forever, and ironically giving her the will to live. From then on she wandered the desert for decades before crossing the mediterranean to land in Sparta. She found a kinship with the warrior culture of this Greek city-state and despite being forced to masquerade as a man, found a way to fight among their ranks, despite her nationality. She earned the name Cerberus during these centuries and kept it as her Alias.  


Since, she has wondered from battlefield to battlefield, loving every minute of war. It wouldn’t be until the 1600s in France she would find something, someone, to fight for, a young French lady, Marie Beauchamp. This lady of semi-noble birth had a vision of France, Europe under her rule, and had begun laying groundwork to see this dream. Katherine met her by chance and the two fell into a whirlwind romance (only in France as she jokes).  She acted as this woman’s bodyguard until a fire claimed them both, or so the assassins thought. Katherine painted France with their blood, and anyone else that had anything. 


Since she made her way to the new world and has stayed there ever since. In recent years she’s branched out and found a career as a gun for hire, a sniper specifically. Since its invention, Katherine has loved guns, particularly long ranged sort and has been training herself with them for centuries. She took to customizing her own sort of weapons, baring a fondness for sniper rifles, and pistols. Throughout the years she’s gone by many names and aliases, this decade’s name is Katherine Silvers.      


Tools/Equipment/Weapons: Rifles, pistols (.45), knives.   


Skills: Katherine has mastered a variety of fighting skills: knife fighting, several martial arts, firearms, and war tactics. If there’s a way to kill someone, she knows how to do it.  


Abilities: Katherine can’t die pain and simple. That isn’t to say she is superhuman however, while she is at peak physical condition, she is no harder to kill than anyone else, it's just she doesn’t stay dead. Depending on the damage her body reconstitutes itself over the course of a few hours in the earliest. The trinket in question is a piece of bone jewelry, a pendant she keeps stashed at her home. While its hardier than one would think, enough force can shatter the thing. 

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