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Though her outer visage remained unperturbed, or so it appeared, inside, it was a different story.  Her words...they had only served to slight the boy, to dash any hopes he...or she even had of a possible friendship, such words spoken in dry venom, that they too poisoned the blood of Kurohime, and brought a searing, intolerable agony to her heart, a heart she had thought broken and numb already.

"I believe we are compatible..."

And that did it....those very words he uttered from hushed lips of paroxysm and scorn, they were the final nails driven into the sepulchre of Kurohime's inner turmoil.  "Then....believe what you will..!"  There was a shift in tone as her eyes, gleaming brighter and more ferocious than Hellfire, turned towards the boy, her accustom whisper seeming more as an incensed growl.  Suddenly, she turned for the worst, snapping at him as a dark, vicious hound of Thanatos, her frail, petite figure quaking and trembling with every utterance of flames from her lips. "Because we're not!  So just...just leave me be!!"  She screamed to the top of her lungs, echoing throughout the auditorium...for all to unfortunately hear.

Then...something felt warm against her cheek...streaming from her eyes glaring angrily at the boy.  They were tears indeed....tears...of blood streaming down her face.  She couldn't take this anymore.  Pushing herself against the boy, she coldly and wearily shoved him aside, racing towards the exit and back into the cold of the Autumn afternoon.  She found herself falling to the ground soon after, lying in lachrymose beneath the looming shadows of an ancient willow tree, weeping till the grass beneath her was soaked in a sea of crimson, the dark shadows forming around her body, as though a blanket of security to comfort and console her as her painful cries fell into breathless whimpers.

She didn't want this....any of this....

"Hehehe...so who wants to die first?"

Name: Carmen Pamaleros

Age: 26

Job/Rank: Thief (Was once a feared pirate captain)

Weapons:
The Falcon's Claws - Twin swords taken from the body of an Eastern warrior after Carmen beat him in a duel

Hand-Canon - Carmen's trademark flintlock pistol, an heirloom from her past

Blood-Drinker - An old, cursed dagger once stolen by the young pirate known as Carmen from a mysterious temple, not to mention, the first weapon she ever killed with.  She's kept it with her ever since...well...she can't really get rid of it...or the curse that followed.

Magic: "Aye!  Who needs yer fancy magic when I got two nice, sharp blades to stick in yer gullet?"  Carmen possesses no magical abilities at all, except for a curse that turns her into a skeleton at moonlight (yeah yeah I took it from Pirates of the Carribean!  Sue me for it! <.<)

Born in Garna?: No

Bio:
Not much is known of her history, other than she was born in Emilijia, near a port on the Faro Bay, and that the first time she ever killed someone was when she was ten years old. Carmen never likes to speak much of her past, because there are just some things that should be left unsaid, even if they aren't that troubling to some....  However, she will proudly boast how she became captain of the notorious Red Leviathan ship at just seventeen years old and terrorized the high seas from then on out, until the damned Garnian Navy sunk her ship off the eastern coast and sent most of her crew to Davy Jone's Locker, save for her two dimwitted apprentices, the short and fat loudmouth Pindel and the tall, lanky coward Versetti.  Now stuck in Garna, the three have become a small gang of bandits, robbing and killing their way to riches and glory.

Other info?:
Just because she's a girl doesn't mean she can't get rough like the boys. Carmen is a free spirit with a robust, take no bull attitude. She could take you on in a fist-fight and drink you under the table afterwards, and you better find one of the two to entertain her with quick, otherwise she's bound to put holes in you. Rarely does she show kindness or sincerity, and at times, many think she's crazy. She's volatile and she takes maniacal glee in killing anyone and everyone. She is also fiercely independent and violently assertive, often using verbal or physical abuse as a response to anyone who crosses her. However, Carmen's tough and abbrasive exterior is only a guise for her true self, her lack of inner strength and her overwhelming fear of being nothing but forgotten by all.

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~"Forgive me, my dear, but I'm afraid I must kill you."~

Name: Alena Carthenwald

Age: 28

Job/Rank: Assassin

Weapons:

_Lachrymose_

A light shortsword. Easy to wield with one hand and indeed agile, giving enough ample speed and leverage for swift parries and counter-attacks and quick slashes and thrusts, though it is less damaging compared to larger, more robust swords.

_Miseria_

A short steel dagger for close ranged stealth kills, small and concealable under any circumstances. There's a special compartment in the hilt of the dagger for a vial of poison.

_Raven's Feathers_

Sharpened and honed for the utmost aerodynamic design. They can be deployed rapidly in a cloud of deadly projectiles or used for a discreet, far ranged kill, maybe to get rid of a pesky guard or two (Maximum Limit: 12)

_Wind of Thanatos_

Only for those situations when accuracy is favored over close brutality.  A special bow given to her by the Ravenhead, the arrows are magically imbued with a damaging poison upon every draw and grants the user the distinct Death's Eye, allowing them to see further and in more clarity than the average mortal. (Limit: 23 Arrows)

Magic: Shapeshifting

Born in Garna?: No

Bio:
House-Carthenwald was once the most prominent of families who were part of the aristocracy of Karstberg, a small island nation of the Mercarian Sea. Alena's father, Magnus, was the head of an illustrious trading company that operated in the Market District, selling and trading rare goods that were gathered from all across the globe. He shared the business with his half brother and Alena's uncle, Venius, yet rebuked Venius' idea that the company should be dealing arms and armaments instead of rare spices and such, as he did not wish to be a merchant of blood. Little did he know this would have consequences. Magnus fell in love later on with Marianne, a beautiful and famous actress and opera singer, and married, where upon later they had a daughter, Alena. 

Twas thanks to her mother that Alena was raised in an environment steeped in music and the arts. She loved to hear her mother sing and enjoyed watching her plays and her concerts with her father. When she turned thirteen, Magnus entrusted his business to her, along with all of his riches. It was an action that further angered Venius, and soon he retaliated in violence. One night, a band of mercenaries hired by Venius stormed the Carthenwald Manor. Magnus was slain trying to defend his home and his family and Marianne was later murdered by the men. Alena survived the attack, unaware that Venius was the orchestrator of this vile action. As she watched her family's illustrious and elegant manor erupt in flames, she fled from the city and towards the forest in fear of her own life still being forfeit. 

She was attacked there upon by a gang of ruthless bandits, but rescued by a man in a dark cloak and form-fitting armor. He was Matthias Grimm, the head of a secret and illegal guild of assassins known simply as the Coven of Thorns, not to mention a worshiper of the God of Death. Matthias saw great potential in Alena more or less as a whipped pup that lacked training, judging by the pain she harbored for the loss of her beloved family and noted upon her desire to punish those responsible. So he inducted her into the Coven. It was a baptism in blood for Alena. For the next thirteen years, she endured the Coven's brutal and often fatal training regiment, shattering away the innocence of an aristocratic young girl and shaping her down into a weapon of cold lethality. She took upon herself the most daunting of assignments, often times placing her in the thick of peril, yet she would return successful and unscathed. Yet, after all these years serving the Coven, she still clung to her main goal, revenge....

It wasn't till later upon investigating the ruins of her family home for her own that she discovered the perpetrator of those vile crimes years ago, Venius Carthenwald, now head of her father's company, usurper of her family legacy.  And as though fate could not be cruel enough, Venius became one of her clients.  Though seething with rage behind clenched teeth, Alena met with her loathsome uncle and a contract was arranged, Venius now seeking to forego business and aspire to higher...more political ambitions.  It would be the most prolific assassination ever carried out by the Coven, the murder of Karstberg's High Emperor.

Months went into planning the attack, Alena and Matthias working tirelessly to make the perfect arrangements for the Emperor's death.  Soon came the day destined, but though the assassination went smoothly....everything after...fell into Oblivion.  Once Alena met with Venius to confirm the kill, she was caught by his mercenaries and stripped of her cloak, revealing her identity to him, yet in fact he knew all along.  He tried to have her killed, but without much effort she slew his sellswords and him as well.  Upon his dying breath however, he snickered, Now I've slain BOTH your families.

These words, they struck fear into her heart.  She raced from the city back to the forest, again that damning smell of smoke looming about the air and the ghastly vermillion glow emanating through the trees.  It was just as Venius proclaimed so wicked and arrogantly even in death....the Coven had been put to the sword.  Amidst the burning rubble of the Coven Sanctuary, Alena searched for survivors, sustaining a few scathing wounds as a wooden beam graced her shoulder.  Neither she could find, all around her the assassins lying dead.  But then she heard a cough, ragged and filled with smoke.  It was Matthias, impaled by a blade into the wall, yet still breathing barely.  In his last waking hours upon the realm of the living, he had but one last request for Alena, his protege.......live, go and seek life elsewhere but Karstberg, fly upon the Raven's wings to sanctuary.

Alena honored his request and with tears in her eyes she granted the suffering old man eternal rest.

From that day on, Alena has traveled from continent to continent, never giving up the life of an assassin.  She has still kept with the old traditions as well, taking contracts and fulfilling them at her own discretion.  She's made a hefty sum of gold, though she resumes to live a meager existence, hidden beyond the veil of shadows.  Now in Garna, she seeks a life of solitude and serenity, but....it appears fate would not deem it so.

Other:
There isn't much difficulty in getting along with Alena. Likewise, she is witty and has a very charming charisma about herself. She can be romantic at times too, but she fears growing too attached to people, especially if they may end up being her target one day. When she doesn't have her hands wet with blood, she enjoys strolls about the city and catching a few operas.  However, on the job she takes a different personality, cold, methodical, and without remorse. Alena is skilled in both one handed and two handed melee combat and is a dead-eye in marksmanship. she is also an expert when it comes to parkour/free running, able to leap and bound and flow gracefully atop the city roofs and high passages. As for stealth, Alena is like a spirit looming upon you when you least expect her.

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