[hider][CENTER][h1][color=slategray][b]S H Y R I A [/b][/color][/h1][hr][h3][sup][sup][color=silver]S H Y R I A   T H O R N E   [color=slategray]◼[/color]   27   [color=slategray]◼[/color]   F E M A L E   [color=slategray]◼[/color]   N O N E  [/color][/sup][/sup][/h3][center][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/hvzbbmW.jpg?1[/IMG][/CENTER]
[sup][color=silver]"Stare any longer and I'll start charging."[/color][/sup][/CENTER]
[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ A P P E A R A N C E:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][indent][indent][i]The dark birthmark in the center of Shyria's face overwhelms the rest of her features.  It has been there her entire life, and she has grown accustomed enough to the stares and whispers to abandon any efforts to hide it. Her hair is by far the most redeeming feature; long and thick and perfectly healthy, and as such is often cut and sold for money.  This leaves Shyria with short hair, dark southern skin, and a easily identifiable mark on her face.  There isn't much point in her even trying to blend in, so she makes little effort in doing so with her clothing.  She has a great love for beautiful and colorful things and much of her meager wealth is displayed with jewels and fabrics. Comfort is however her first priority, and she leans towards more practical and loose clothing than most women north of Eerum, occasionally bordering on scandalous. [/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ B I O G R A P H Y:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][indent][indent][i]Shyria has alway been told that she was born cursed with misfortune.  It started, naturally, with her parents. Like most surviving on the outskirts of Eerum they had nothing in the way of wealth or knowledge; especially in that of child-rearing.  When there were complications with the pregnancy, they managed to travel far enough to find a mid-wife - a woman with a little magic and much experience.  Without means to pay her, they received her help on word of a promise  impossible for them to keep.  When it was time for Shyria to be born the mid-wife came to collect their debt only to find nothing worth taking.  As a result she claimed to 'curse' the child.  Whether or not any magic was actually preformed is something impossible to know for sure, but that is the story Shyria's parents told her from the moment she came into the world horribly marked.  

For five years she lived in the desert wastes, begging alongside her parents as they continued to have more children without any further issues.  Believing their eldest to be cursed, and with too many other mouths to feed, it wasn't all that surprising when Shyria was sold to a northern stranger.  As they saw it, it was a gain to the family in two ways, ridding themselves of a curse that they believed prevented them from rising above destitution and a decent amount of coin to get them started on a new life.

It turned out to be the best thing for Shyria as well.  Her patron, an elderly man by the name of Hennan, was simply looking for an assistant to his work as an apothecary and herbalist. Or so he claimed at first, someone with small and quick hands to work the ingredients rather than his arthritic aged ones.  They traveled together for a year before arriving the capital, where Hennan truly began to put Shyria to work.  She was sent to sneak into houses with small vials of unknown contents to slip into certain drinks, foods, and ointments at exact times.  Hennan was so specific and clear with his instructions on each run Shyria barely needed to think about what it was she was doing.  It wasn't until she was a good deal older that she learned she'd been carrying out assassinations; all of which served to better Hennan's possition in Vasilius' criminal underworld. 

As she got older, Shyria's role became more administrative as Hennan grew his criminal empire. Long gone were the days toiling over vials and recipes; instead she collected debts and met with crime guilds from the other cities of Vassidia. As she continued to do more, Hennan did less and less as his new lifestyle of gluttony and greed took its toll. Whether or not Shyria killed her master isn't known with complete certainty, but half of Hennan's contacts believed it, and those that didn't saw a chance to take his place by getting rid of her. For the past four years she has been on the run, keeping what she could of Hennan's wealth a hidden secret, and traveling from village to village as a herbalist and healer.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ C H A R A C T E R  G O A L S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][indent][indent][i]Shyria has only ever wanted to be free; from poverty, from a master, and now from the fear of the price on her head in Vasilius.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ S K I L L S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][indent][b][color=CADETBLUE]//SKILLS AND ABILITIES:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ ALCHEMY  |[/COLOR][/B] [i]The better part of Shyria's life has been spent working with poisons, and corresponding remedies. She knows nearly all there is to know about horticulture in every region of Vassidia and how to use them. [/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ SECOND-STORY WORK |[/COLOR][/B] [i]While 'burglary' is too crass a phrase for Shyria to actually use for what she does, it is where her talents lie.  She might not blend in well in public spaces but her childhood was spend squirreling through narrow gaps and climbing walls to get to places where she wasn't wanted.[/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ LITERACY |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Self-explanatory[/i][/indent]
[b][color=CADETBLUE]//FEARS AND WEAKNESSES:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ MAGIC |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Shyria hates and distrusts magic more than anything. Maybe some small part of her still believes she is cursed, maybe it has to do with being miss-labeled a witch more times than she can count; she stays away from magic as much as she can.[/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ HUNTED|[/COLOR][/B] [i]]Most people that know Shyria's name want her dead or worse.  She is know as a cheat and liar in a profession filled with murdering cheats and liars. It's extremely difficult for her to travel through a populated city unscathed.[/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ NON-COMBATANT|[/COLOR][/B] [i]While the habit of Shyria's training as a youth has continued into her adulthood and left her reasonably fit, she was never and would never be much of a challenge to anyone with real experience.  The best fight, in her opinion, is one where she isn't present.[/i][/indent]
[b][color=CADETBLUE]//PARAPHERNALIA[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ NOTEBOOK |[/COLOR][/B] [i]A book she's re-written half a dozen time after losing or ruining it.  It is by far her most valuable possession, containing information on every obscure recipe, plant, and animal she knows.[/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ MEDICINE TRUNK |[/COLOR][/B] [i]An oak trunk filled with shelves of vials and dried herbs- it contains the Shyria's rarest ingredients, as well a some more common but region-specific specimens from places she's traveled. It is large, but the only piece of luggage that has been constant for each of her moves.[/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ JEWELRY |[/COLOR][/B] [i]For equal parts vanity and practicality Shyria keeps the bulk of what wealth she has in the form of jewelry; something that never leaves her person and therefore harder to steal, and much easier to readily pack quickly if she ever needs to leave a place quickly.[/i][/indent][/indent][/hider]