[hider=rouge rogue][b][color=Silver]• Appearance:[/color][/b] [hider][img]https://i.imgur.com/FvFLWXz.png[/img][/hider] [b][color=Silver]• Name:[/color][/b] Selene Wigberht [b][color=Silver]• Title:[/color][/b] Velvet [b][color=Silver]• Age:[/color][/b] 19 [b][color=Silver]• Class:[/color][/b] Rogue (spells) [b][color=Silver]• Aspect of Soul:[/color][/b] [color=SlateGray]Spiked Bolas[/color] - Looking more like caltrops on string, her spiked bolas are effective at slowing down a foe in more ways than one. Wrapping around both themselves and into the flesh of unsuspecting victims, their use is magnified by just the variety of poisons and magic they can be tipped with. [b][color=Silver]• Abilities:[/color][/b] [color=SlateGray]Silenced Steps[/color] - The only sounds coming from her are those she's let you hear. While she couldn't hold back the boom of a canon she fired; no matter how much noise her inventory makes or how loud she could scream, she'd emanate only deafening silence if she so desired. [color=SlateGray]Magus Hand[/color] - Her natural talent wielding the arcane makes her almost just as much of a mage as she is a rogue. Her magic is old and classless; not as effective or efficient as the elemental or colored magic system used today in its base form. Expanding past the boundaries that limit masters of those types to produce a higher variety of spells at her disposal. [b][color=Silver]• Background:[/color][/b] Her time in the tower thus far has been both eventful and dull. Having not been directly involved in much activity, she spent her free time doing her fair share of solo adventures with any significance to them drowned away by her own feelings; much to the same tune of her life before. Time was a thing she felt she had a lot of and she filled it to the best of her abilities upon her whim. She was interested in everything, but only put enough effort as it took to move on to the next topic. Perhaps it was boredom, but she always felt the grass was greener wherever she wasn't. Or at least was somewhere she hadn't stepped foot in. Her shifting interests aside, she was no stranger to trouble. Looking into greener fields often meant trespassing onto forbidden lands. Trouble would usually work its way to confront her seemingly out of the blue. While being confronted time again grew rather tiresome, it focused her mind and she be even more annoyed if she held back. She dealt with her trouble in a variety of ways, but always viewed her victories just as mundane as the rest of her life. A life that just so happened to now take place in a tower floating above a city. What troubles and interests that come before her here keeping her interests, even if only on the mystery and unknown alone. [b][color=Silver]• Inventory:[/color][/b] Crafting equipment, shackles, lockpicks, rope, explosive salts and fluids.[/hider]