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[sub][h3][u]18[/u]  |  [u]FEMALE[/u]  |  [u]YASOI[/u]  |  [u]GREYBORN[/u]  |  [u]WITCH[/u]__ _  _   _    _[/h3][/sub]
[sub][h3][u]C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S[/u]__ _  _   _    _[/h3][/sub]
[quote]“This disease is the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ll leave this shithole painlessly.”[/quote]
Most things do not faze Rae, and this is both a hindrance and precisely what makes her life fun. Her lack of strong emotional ties has made every day life boring, and so she’s always seeking the next thrill (usually this means explosives of some kind), the next laugh, as insignificant as it could be. Knowing she will die young has made her reckless, she doesn’t watch her mouth and she acts without thinking of consequences. She has no reason to want to amass a treasure, or build anything long-term, all she’s looking to do is live as much as physically possible before she kicks the bucket. All this to say; she’s fucking game.
Her motivation for fighting is as shallow as “I didn’t really have anything else to do.” She never picked any significant skills as she grew up, and a girl’s gotta eat, right? She had nothing to lose, and she figured if she was bad at it, it wouldn’t matter, because killing is [i]technically[/i] bad. 
Specifically murdering her sister, though… that would be a treat if she’s ever had one.
[sub][h3][u]B A C K G R O U N D[/u]__ _  _   _    _[/h3][/sub]
Rae never liked pain; it was one of the first things she learned about herself. Her mother made sure of it, as she grew older and the shouting became things thrown or fists falling on the arms she was using to shield herself. She never understood why she hated her so much, perhaps she blamed her for her father leaving, but she certainly never seemed to harbor the same amount of hatred for her older sister Vianca, only a passive distaste.
When the fading started, it was truly a blessing. She was too young to understand what it meant, all she knew is that, sometimes, she could get out of bad situations unscathed, even if she didn’t have Vianca to get her out of it. She never stood out as a child, never had any friends aside from her sister, who, to her surprise, didn’t seem to find her newfound abilities as something positive.
Vianca never explained why, Rae only learned she was doomed when she lost her family.
When she was thirteen, there was an attack on her town. She found her mother laying on a pool of her own blood as she was attempting to hide. It was probably her ability to sneak inside places quickly that allowed her to survive. She found Vianca later at their house, taking whatever food they still had into a bag, apparently about to leave.
But when Rae tried to join her, she said [i]no. [/i]
Even despite her heartbroken tone of voice as she asked [i]why, [/i] her sister didn’t budge. Rae followed her around as she packed, insisting for an answer. Vianca wouldn’t look at her in the eye, ashamed, until eventually the tugging on her shirt made her turn around and yell [i]because you’re going to die anyway.[/i]
That was all she got, even as she begged, sobbed and screamed at the doorstep. Vianca didn’t turn around when she abandoned her.
It was days later that she was found by a kind mentor, having been horribly stabbed in her left eye, and ended on a path that would lead her to become involved in the fighting herself. 
[sub][h3][u]I N V E N T O R Y[/u]__ _  _   _    _[/h3][/sub]
A makeshift doll fashioned after her sister (who she totally doesn’t want to viciously murder). She likes puppeteering it to say things like “I’m such a stupid piece of shit.” You know, for kids.
Stolen trinkets — nothing strikes as good as watching somebody scramble to get it back. Usually the novelty wears off, though, and she’s discarded a lot of them in random places.
A dagger, a hand crossbow (from a parrench’s corpse), a flask of poison and an antidote. Just in case.
Rudimentary tools to build rudimentary booby traps. She loves the ol’ trip wire.
[sub][h3][u]T H E   G I F T[/u]__ _  _   _    _[/h3][/sub]
Albeit the disease that her blood harbors will eventually erase her from existence, while she’s still alive it certainly is an asset, especially given her magic capability isn’t particularly noteworthy (she rests comfortably in the Third Wheel). As a greyborn, she can sneak into most places undetected and unencumbered, even without being particularly agile, and she’s incredibly hard to pin down in a fight. Despite the fact this would make her a great assassin, Rae has always favored having range, as she hates being in the line of fire. Because of this, her specialties are Essence and Arcane, in that order. 
[sub][h3][u]S T R E N G T H S   &   S K I L L S[/u]__ _  _   _    _[/h3][/sub]
❖ A menagerie of poisons: As an expert in Essence, she not only makes it through magic, but she also likes collecting and brewing it the old-fashioned way.
❖ Explosives: Because she doesn’t need to draw from any physical source, she can unleash a torrent of destruction unlike most magic users, and she definitely gets a kick out of it.
❖ Traps: Direct confrontation is best avoided, and there’s the element of a prank when someone falls for your trickery. Rae has learned to build traps just out of the joy of it from very young, even before she had any interest in war.
❖ Fading: As a greyborn, she can slip out of a lot of attacks and situations effortlessly. 
[sub][h3][u]W E A K N E S S E S   &   F L A W S[/u]__ _  _   _    _[/h3][/sub]
❖ Cowardice: Rae doesn’t hate anything as much as she hates getting hurt. She doesn’t deal well with physical pain, and so she will avoid it with whatever means she can. If she does get hit, it almost immediately affects her ability to cope with the situation, as her mind just gets narrowly focused on [i]getting the fuck out.[/i]
❖ Paranoia: Being abandoned at a young age left scars. Rae lives with the perpetual belief that, at any moments notice, the people around her will turn on her without hesitation, and so, being prepared for that doesn’t hurt.
❖ Cynicism: She lacks the normal emotional ties a healthy person does, which means she has little reason to care for things outside of her own skin, be it someone else’s ‘feewings’ or their life.
❖ Brashness: She possesses a reckless attitude towards everything. Words and actions.

[sub][h3][u]C O L O U R   C O D E   &   O T H E R[/u]__ _  _   _    _[/h3][/sub]
[i]Long white hair, wears an eyepatch on her left eye. Clear, big blue eyes, very pale skin, almost sickly looking. She is thin to the point she looks fragile, average height.[/i]
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