[hider=Mhin][b]Name:[/b] Mhin.
[b]Age:[/b] Unknown (close to 20 – 22)

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
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[b]Personality:[/b] 
All assassins need to be vicious and cruel…. Well, not this one. Mhin is the definition to wolf on sheep’s clothes. Seems cheerful and even a little naïve, with her big smiles and clear eyes, makes you want to protect her and keep her away from the cruel world. But in reality, she’s much sharper than most, with a temper of a goblin and a sailor’s mouth, her words are only as sharp as her blades and as harsh as stones. She would smile at you cutely while slashing your throat. Passion and courage with a dash of sarcasm is the perfect doze for trouble, and despite the fact that she did train being the “perfect assassin” she is still young, which tends to come with little to no patience; it is not that she goes through live looking for trouble or fights, but she doesn’t back down from a challenge nor a fight. Whether you’re a woman, men or troll, she’ll take you just to shut you up.

Using people and throwing them out is the things she had to learn in the company of the assassins, so she does that without a second thought, always expecting people to stab you in the back is actually the best way to preventing that from happening —at least, that’s what she believes—. Always keeping people at arm’s length, not looking for company or understanding, but peace and money.

But past the harsh exterior, you’ll find a lost girl that had to learn to punch back. Loyal to the ones she considers her peers; she’ll have your back whenever you need it. Lonely, who most of the time still sees the weakly street urchin she was when looking in the mirror —which is why she lashes out when provoked— exhausted to always having to prove a point. 

[b]Backstory:[/b] 
The first memories she has of the world, are of a damp and humid alley. Shadows and hunger clung to her, just as the smell of rotten food did to her rags. Her feet always hurting from the harsh streets and her eyes hollow, voided of life. She used to ask her self why some people had so much while she had nothing, why would she be destined to a life of poverty and hunger when there were people fatter than the pigs at the butchery? Life wasn’t fair, so why should she just root with the rest of the orphans on the street? Those thoughts are what got her into stealing from the travelers who were camping in the forest near the village where she lived, becoming more cunning as time past, until one day she targeted a bigger fish than she thought. 

The crow could’ve killed her without a thought, but she had impressed him not only by her being as silent as a breeze, but also because of the courage —or stupidity— she had on targeting someone like him.  So, he offered her the chance of being part of the assassin’s group, and since the alternative was either that or die, the child accepted, the rest is history.

The last step to becoming a full-fledged talon of the Crows. 
She had been in training and had already participated on a few missions her self —as most street urchins that caught the Crows’s interest— but there was only a few selected that got the chance to actually have a meaningful place amongst the assassin’s group, even fewer made it to a full Crow —the leaders and very top of it all—. The last mission was always a mystery, but she could never have expected it to be that hard; One moment she was dinning with the rest of the rookies and the next, she was being dragged to the very entrance of the prison mines, with only a small note hidden away on her undergarments that read: [i]”Good luck”[/i]. 

Luck was not going to get her out of there. Luck was not what had gotten her to be taken by a crow when she was but a meekly little girl with big eyes and fast hands… no, luck was a bitch.
[b]Class:[/b] Assassin.
[b]Notable skills or abilities:[/b] 
- Stealth, she’s as quiet as there is, merely a breeze of the wind or a trick of the eyes. 
- Flexibility and good at climbing without support.
- Good with blades and throwing knives.
- Close ranged combat.
[b]Anything else:[/b] 
- She’s 5’3 which makes her great for small places and faster than the big guys.
- She’s terrified of any type of spiders.
- She suspects there is someone from the assassins guild in there with her, but knows she only must escape.[/hider]