*cracks knuckles* Time to get edgy

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[color=89247D][u][b]Nickname[/b][/u]
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A good assassin has no nicknames to identify by
[color=89247D][u][b]Age[/b][/u]
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24
[color=89247D][u][b]Gender[/b][/u]
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Female
[color=89247D][u][b]Sexuality[/b][/u]
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Irrelevant
[color=89247D][u][b]Race[/b][/u][/color]
Shadow Elf

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𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕
𝑰𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔
[sub]-Litany of Slurce[/sub]
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[color=89247D][u][b]Personality[/b][/u][/color]
Calculated -[color=89247D]|[/color]- Cold blooded -[color=89247D]|[/color]- Merciless -[color=89247D]|[/color]- Adapting -[color=89247D]|[/color]- Loyal -[color=89247D]|[/color]- Sweet tooth

Lah'yr is a cold, capable assassin; more weapon than person. once given an assignment by the council of Slurce, she will go at it with a zealous dedication. However, when the need arises, she can be just as warm and friendly as any other person, allowing her to snake her way into people's lives without them ever even realizing what might happen to them.

Her one and only personal weakness is her penchant for sweets. Slurce was as bleak in its choice of food as it was in its training, leaving sweets off the table. As such, Lah'yr has developed quite the sweet tooth as a personal indulgence. 

[color=89247D][u][b]Background[/b][/u][/color]
I was only 9 years old when I was ripped from my mother's warm embrace. A debt unpaid, the headhunter from Slurce had cautioned. I never saw my parents again.

I was brought to the Citadel of Slurce, the fortress of my new family. It dominates the inhospitable mountains and valleys of the faraway pine forests. It is here where the finest Shadow Elf assassins are groomed. It is here where I met my noble master, Varh'yr and was given a new name; Lah'yr.

Ten years slipped through my fingers without even realizing it. My parents' faces became a distant memory. I was taught martial arts during those years, mastering a variety of weapons. For every shot of a crossbow or throwing knife we missed, we received a lash. We were quick to learn. Master Varh'yr took me as his personal protege during these years, mercilessly grinding me to a perfect blade.

After mastering the arts of death, it was time to master the art of of disappearing. every day we went from combat exercises to lessons destined to turn us into cultured elves, deft at mixing powders and fatal oils, flawlessly citing poets and mingling within the best of society. 

Our final lessons were the chief discipline of clan Slurce, necromancy. We knew the art of steel and poisons, now we were expected to learn the art of souls. On our very first lesson we were all handed a small jewel that we would keep on us till the day we died, a soulstone tasked with holding the souls of those we killed. In that same lesson, we were also tasked with capturing our first soul. The slowest to get it were the first victims... I mercilessly cut into my classmate, who'd been with me since the day I first came to the citadel, and captured their soul within my soulstone. Master Varh'yr was very proud of me that day.

Most students of Slurce would become fine, honest assassins. if they were decent, they would make it to 30, maybe 40 years, before getting caught and executed. Only two or three per class would ascend to the rank of Ar'Thnen. Implacable, insatiable killers, the elite Shadow Elves. Master Varh'yr saw this to be my future.

Graduation came with no affair or celebration. It was maser Varh'yr himself who lifted me from my bed one night and handed me a sealed envelope containing my first assignment, the subjugation of a rich family to stop their son from attaining what was his from birth. I felt pride in my master's hand as he bid me a last farewell, before closing the gates of Slurce behind me... 

[color=89247D][u][b]Appearance [/b][/u][/color]
Lay'yr stands at 6'7" and has the normal traits you'd expect from a Shadow Elf; pale blue skin and gleaming eyes. Her hair is silver white. Her skin, especially her back, are marred with a variety of scars, ranging from lashes to cuts; inflicted upon her from the grueling years of training at Slurce.
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[color=89247D][u][b]Allegiance [/b][/u][/color]
Lah'yr aligns herself to Slurce and Slurce only.

[color=89247D][u][b]Abilities[/b][/u][/color]
[u]Martial prowess[/u]
Lay'yr was trained in a variety of weapons, from elegant daggers to more brutal weapons such as halberds to ranged weapons such as crossbows. Anything is a potential weapon in the hands of an assassin of Slurce.

[u]Alchemy[/u]
All assassins of Slurce are masters in identifying flora and fauna and distilling these ingredients into dangerous potions or oils, ranging from more harmless uses such as memory loss, to painful inflammation to death.

[u]Necromancy[/u]
The chief discipline of Slurce, the capture and manipulation of souls. While nowhere near as varied as true necromancers and certainly not nearly as dangerous, the assassins of Slurce use their Soulstones to capture the souls of those they killed; feeding the stone their power. over time, this jewel will slowly grow more red with the number of souls it consumed. The assassin can employ these souls to his or her use, such as conveying a message or opening magical locks or even attacking opponents. Upon use, the soul is set free.

[color=89247D][u][b]Strengths[/b][/u][/color]
Lah'yr's strength lies in silently taking out targets with the use of a variety of alchemical concoctions, often blending in and befriending the target first before striking them down.

[color=89247D][u][b]Weaknesses[/b][/u][/color]
While possessing a frightening degree of martial prowess, Lay'yr does poorly in group combat and as such is easily overrun and beaten. She also does poorly working together with others, operating lone wolf on nearly all cases.

[color=89247D][u][b]Theme Song[/b][/u][/color]
[youtube]https://youtu.be/wo8_4UPq2I8[/youtube]

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Might retool her to something less dark and gloomy if the RP takes a more lighthearted approach. Since I cant imagine her and Star ever working together (which, to a point, would be pretty fun to RP).