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[color=#cfb53b] 'Dolores De La Fuente'
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[center][color=red]A g e:[/color] 30 | [color=black]R a n k:[/color] First Class[/center]
[b][u][sup][color=red]R e n d i t i o n[/color][/sup][/u] :[/b]
Dolores is the noble beauty many a suitor has tried to conquer, the queen clad in blood and armour; gentle but strong-willed. A long mane of fiery red hair - her bloodline’s trademark heritage - falls down to just below her shoulders, and violet eyes burn with a strong, dutiful passion. To be honest, Dolores is not a picky woman and has a very practical appearance about her. Someone who's grown accustomed to the harsher parts of mercenary work, and as such Dolores is relatively fit and toned compared to the average mage (and scars to prove her worth as well).

Dolores is a creature of habit and does not like to break out of any routines she's been taught over the years, comfortably sitting in her own bubble and careful not to pop it by mistake. A stiff upper lip mentality mixed with an upbringing that of royalty, the woman is unnaturally rigid and formal in the face of strangers and close relatives alike. Difficult one to thaw out to be sure, despite trying to be less high-strung. She's typically well-mannered and friendly, just not fond of small talk.

[b][u][sup][color=red]A d v e n t u r e[/color][/sup][/u] :[/b]
It's difficult to hide the grimace on her face when people casually mention her family name - De La Fuente, a branch of the Le Lendard clan. A volume of sneers encompass just how much Dolores resents what should've been the perfect fairytale "happy ever after". So much so that she sought extreme measures to stick it to the big man of the family, and when father's precious princess had been sighted among less favourable members of Crèmisi's society, Dolores was abruptly scrapped from the De La Fuente history books. Good-fucking-riddance if you'd ask her. At least, that's the official story, and Dolores is nothing if not happily referring to that everytime someone asks what her deal is.

Whatever the reason (or reasons), Dolores took to the company of several criminal circuits and, in a rebellious tantrum, joined up with a dark guild the likes of which were fairly common across Crèmisi. Typical thieves and assassins, anything for a quick buck. Not a major threat, but enough of a nuisance to attract the odd guild mage or two. She'd proven a reliable member and had managed a deadly streak, and an even bigger following from the Magic Council and several ambitious proper little mages who'd thought her head a nice gateway to everlasting fame. Usually it was the other way around, another head to mount on the wall of her guild's hideout and an increase in bounty.

For several years Dolores had indulged in reaving and stealing and stone-cold murder. She had damned the consequences. And, hey, if she ever did get caught? Well, fucked if she hadn't lived her life the way she wanted. Only the truth tasted more like a sour apple than it did a sweet honey...

Her actions had soon caught on with the bigger fishes in the pond, and Dolores found herself outmatched in single combat by the strongest mage she'd ever met. Barely a fight, she found herself at the mercy of some nobody with a crest she'd never seen. She thought her life forfeit at that moment, but instead she was offered to come see their tavern. Whether she stood on the doorstep by choice or out of kindness, Dolores had relinquished her darker lifestyle some time later and marked herself a member of Phoenix Tear since that faithful day.

Six months passed since her initiation into the guild, and Dolores has found herself contemplating her current position and that perhaps she could pursue bigger ambitions...

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[color=#cfb53b] 'M a g i c'
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[b][u][sup][color=red]Dragon Lacrima[/color][/sup][/u] :[/b] Through certain procedures Dolores was implanted with a lacrima that has bestowed her with Dragon Slayer magic, which manifests itself in a smoke-like element; effectively dubbing her a "Smoke Dragon". While Dolores is hesitant to use this power on a whim, she's mastered it that all but the subtle differences, such as her immunity and ability to devour her element, are indistinguishable from plain regular smoke magic. The flashier parts of her slayer magic are usually withheld; not out of restrained, but because “You don’t hunt rabbits with a cannon”. Like her bladed staff, her magic is a tool - used precise and deliberate.

✧ [b]Smoke Dragon's Roar:[/b] A Dragon Slayer's signature roar. Dolores lets out a raging whirlwind of ashen smoke that blows away anyone in its path.

✧ [b]Smoke Dragon's Nails:[/b] An assassination technique devised by Dolores in which she morphs her fingers to resemble smoke-like knives that puncture on contact.

✧ [b]Ashwalk:[/b] A spell that morphs Dolores's body into thin vapours, providing complete stealth for infiltration and assasination.

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[color=#cfb53b] 'W o r k s h o p'
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[b][u][sup][color=red]A Lady Dragon’s Refuge[/color][/sup][/u] :[/b] Smelling faintly of smoke and ash, Dolores’ workshop is a disgraced noble’s private quarters; a corner room dimly lit by ever-burning candles on chandeliers and wall torches. Bookcases stand crooked, creaking from the weight of leatherbound manuals and guides, scrolls neatly folded in between containing valuable information on trade routes, underground deals and even private affairs. A desk sits on the opposite wall, littered with half-written notes and stained with ink. For the guild, she deals in favours; brokers information and gathers knowledge on potential guild jobs.

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[b][u][sup][color=red]B e s t o w m e n t[/color][/sup][/u] :[/b] T.B.D.[/hider]