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[i][color=a36209]Katherine L. Brekker[/color][/i]

[color=a36209]Name[/color]
[indent]Katherine Lauren Brekker[/indent]
[color=a36209]Aliases[/color]
[indent]The Rose Witch[/indent]
[color=a36209]Age[/color]
[indent]419 years old (appears to be in her early thirties)[/indent]
[color=a36209]Gender[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=a36209]Sexuality[/color]
[indent]Asexual[/indent]
[color=a36209]Relationship Status[/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]
[color=a36209]Species[/color]
[indent]Witch[/indent]
[color=a36209]Appearance[/color]
[indent]Katherine is a tall, thin woman of clear french decent. Her skin is pale and smooth, her features, sharp, and carries the severe countenance one would consider on par with the Quote "dragon lady." She has an athletic physique akin to professional dancers and a natural grace. Her sense of fashion is a comfortable selection of suit pants, button-down shirts with the sleeves rolled up, and a tasteful vest to complete the look; not one for flashy jewelry, the only thing she wears is a family pendant around her neck, a simple gold cameo of her great-great grandmother. She keeps her hair short and slicked back with aromatic oils, preffering the professional look. Most of her upper body is covered in vines dotted with black roses that climb up her back, around her belly, and up to her wrists. These seem to originate from around the crescent moon mark she bears in the center of her back. [/indent]

[color=a36209]Personality Traits[/color]
[indent]If one would ask Ms. Brekker what her virtue is, she would say her passionate drive toward her goals; the honest truth is her god is ambition. A cut throat business woman to her core, Katherine wouldn't think twice about doing what is necessary to accomplish her goals. that isn't to say she's a cruel or evil woman, more ao focused to the task at hand. Truly she believes she has the best interests of her kind (and the vampires and werewolves as well) at heart. Cunning and pragmatic, Katheirne bears a special hate for hunters and has dedicated her families meager holdings toward hunting the hunters, or contracting assassins to take them out. While she prefers to remain in the background, a figure in the shadows as it were, she's not above revealing herself to particularly aggravating quarry or the sort that has earned her begrudging respect. Respect the hunters she does, as they have proven canny, and capable.[/indent]

[color=a36209]Skills[/color]
[indent]Manipulation of information and people. In her line a work a silver tongue and eye for details is a key skill, one would say pivotal. Her ability to manipulate is on par with professional cons and if she hadn't gotten into the information business she would have become a grifter.[/indent]
[indent]Gardening, a hobby, passion, and the key to her more perverse tools of assassination and torture. The family magic is based around the growing, care, and creation of unique flowering plants that are as deadly as they are beautiful. [/indent]
[indent]A learned knife-fighter.[/indent]
[indent]Illusion based magic and the manipulation of the senses.[/indent]

[color=a36209]Weaknesses[/color]
[indent]Katherine has a deep and crippling phobia of fire. Whenever she sees fire, or even smells smoke Katherine will begin to hyperventilate and lock up on the spot.[/indent]

[color=a36209]History[/color]
[indent] Born at the height of the witch hunts in Europe, her coven lived a peaceful life in the French countryside, selling herbs and remidies to travelers. Kind to travelers and offering meals to anyone that asked, they were peaceful and Katherine was taught to never turn away those in need. After taking in a local farmer whom had broken his leg, Katherine accidentally revealed her ability to cast magic to the old man. The old man didn't react beyond restrained wonder and Katherine out it out her mind. The man left their home a week later, healed enough to make the journey back to his farm. That following night, men descended on their coven's camp with torches and steel. They burned her mother's garden, her mother with it. She would never forget the unearthly screams her mother manged before her flaming body stopped moving. The coven scattered into the night and Katherine lost her father to the chaos. Days she spent wandered the woodlands, getting by on what she could manage from nature. 

For the next century the young witch would learn the cruel necessities of the world, she plied her once thought useless magic at manipulating the senses and became something of a con in the realm of man. Theft and lies became her truths, her means of making ends meet. this would evolve into a taste for blood as killing others in secret was much more profitable, and a good outlet for the anger and sorrow contained in her. One night she would find a cause beyond money and survival when she would stumble upon another coven, rather than burned outright they were bound in irons and in cages to be out through a trail, and then burned at the stake. She stole away into the jail, slit the throats of the guards and freed the other witches. It would be here she would learn of the hunters, one in particular, a man simply known as Lockwood. She would follow his activities, intent to end his life, but he would prove a deadly adversary, almost her last, and a teacher of sorts. Across the France they chased one another for the better part of a year as she built up a network until the night she was able to get her knives into him. [/indent]
[color=a36209]Misc.[/color]
[indent] Fond of tea and grows her own blends.[/indent]
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