@ShwiggityShwah I don't believe we have an Archer archetype yet? Nor a healer/medicinal type? Maybe an 'Earth Sculptor'; Someone who uses the earth to create animated beasts/creatures? Though we have a necromancer so that sort of falls into the 'summoning' category. Maybe even a Street Fighter/Parkour artist. Someone who uses bare fists/Improvised weapons, cunning, and environmental control to his advantage; an even distribution of agility and strength.
I would be down for that as well. Aeria does a lot of traveling so she would more than likely have run into someone. Plus being a bounty hunter she uses a lot of local resources to gather information.
Intricate black Ouroboros tattoo on the back of her neck, often hidden by her hair.
Green and black tattoo of a Snake coiling up her right thigh, starting above her knee and reaching up over her hip bone reaching to the center of her stomach where it's biting into a scorched Earth.
Freckle under her lip on the right side.
Slave brand on her left inner forearm. More specifically the brand of a Sex Slave, or a 'Bunny'. She does her best to keep this covered at all times.
Day To Day Attire:Aeria is often wears patched together leather; usually skin tight. She will often wear, during casual occasions, a large fur brimmed jacket - which she often leaves hanging off her shoulders (Image). Beyond her usual attire she will wear a well fitted dress, though not preferred as her knife capacity is vastly diminished.
Physical Description:Standing at only five feet and ten inches and weighing one-hundred and forty-two pounds she holds a curvy, athletic build. Her body naturally curved, generally considered an attractive body type; a modest bust and shapely below the hips. Her skin tone is a light mocha color, often left without a smudge as she is quite meticulous to keep herself washed. Her eyes are a very light brown color with faint strands of green that can't really be seen unless up close. Her hair reaches down to just above the small of her back, raven black with a loose and natural wave.
Strengths:
Assassination - Aeria is a master of stealth assassinations and subterfuge.
Acting - Aeria is a brilliant actress, able to put herself into any personality or role.
Swiftness - Aeria is incredibly fast. Near inhumanly so.
Weaknesses:
Emotional Triggers - Aeria is often very in control of her emotions, though there are a few things that could trigger an strong emotional response.
Physically Weak - Despite her impressive speed her physical strength is quite low.
Distrusting/Untrustworthy - Not only does her life style lead to people not trusting her (Once they figure out who she truly is) but because of her lifestyle she doesn't trust many people, if anyone at all.
Possessions
Items Of Note:
Daggers - Aeria keeps an array of knives hidden in her clothes.
Flash Powder Bombs - Throwing these pouches onto a hard surface creates a loud pop and bright flash, causing disorienting effects.
Various poisons - Aeria keeps several differing poisons that cause varied effects.
Mysterious Charm - Aeria has a strange charm attached to a thin chain; wearing it around her neck and often tucked and hidden under her clothes. She knows it's a treasured artifact though she doesn't truly know what it does. She retrieved it from a 'target' of hers a few years back. (Charm)
History
Redacted
Sample Post
The cold air bit at the exposed skin of Aeria's face, her sitting atop a tall branch of a tree and using the foliage to conceal her. Her light brown eyes watching a small caravan as it rocked and creaked against the strong evening wind. The caravan was formed with a line of three carriages; the one in front and back holding valuables while the one in the middle held her target, all three driven by a hire guard with another walking on either side of each. A grand total of nine guards and her target.
Aeria had been tracking her target since The Plainsmen Federation. His name was Harold Grundt, a notorious 'entrepreneur' who gained his wealth from the misfortune of others; Sex trade, unjust loans, etc. And he was heading to the outskirts of Dall to expand his Empire. He was a bounty she took without warrant.
Aeria continued tracking the caravan, silently bouncing between the intermingled branches that could support her weight. She continued this until the sun slowly set, waiting for the brilliant glow of the setting orange sun to fade. As the carriage came to a stop to set the torches and before their eyes could adjust back to the light source it was her time to strike. Retrieving a flash powder bomb from a pouch on the small of her back she gave it a swift toss. The bomb smashing into a large rock shortly ahead of the leading carriage. With a loud explosion and a brilliantly bright flash of light. The explosion sent the guards in the lead reeling, the lead horses crying out in pain and forgetting their training. Reeling up on their hind legs they then burst into a full sprint sending the first carriage rocketing down the path and leaving the rest behind. It only got rid of one guard but the front two were disoriented and the rest frantic.
Knowing she had time for the front two she addressed the back line. Her strong legs threw her off the branch like a spring, vaulting her over the carriage and closest guard; a flash of her wrist and a dagger bit deep into the neck of the guard she flew over, her body rocketing towards the guard on the other side. Crashing into him her arms coiled around his jaw, using her velocity to snap his neck and send them both tumbling into the brush. By this time all the remaining guards had their swords drawn and looking around defensively for their target. As Aeria and the corpse's tumble came to a stop she quickly got to her feet in a low crouch, using the darkness and the brush to conceal her.
Aeria burst up from her crouch into a dead sprint towards the guard now standing at the back carriages driving seat, coming at him from a back angle. She took a running jump to clear the height, crashing into him and winding herself around him. They crashed off the carriage and into a roll, kicking off him she threw him forward using their momentum and her little strength to propel him into another guard and slowing herself in the process; knocking them both to the ground and knocking the wind from their lungs. The guard on the other side of the middle carriage was now making his way to their side. Twirling to her feet she produced a hidden dagger and swept around the back of the carriage to surprise him. Quickly she slammed the point of her knee into the center of his thigh forcing it to spasm, surge with pain, and cause him to fumble. Within a flashing streak of silver his throat split open; gargling he fell back choking on his blood. By this time the guard driving the middle carriage was making his way off. She quickly slid beneath the carriage. She watched the feet of the driver defensively moving along the side.
As the driver was parallel with herself she sent a straight kick into the side of his ankle, forcing his foot to slide into his other and knocking him off his feet. His head hit the side of the carriage on his way down and as he landed a dagger dug into the top of his skull, not having the strength to pull it free she left it there.
Pulling herself out from under the carriage away from those that remained she knew they were just about ready for a fight. She quickly snatched open the door to reveal her target, the wafting smell of urine assaulting her nose. Giving no pause she jammed another dagger into his chest and gave it a sharp twist. Hearing the remaining guards, now ready for a fight and rushing the carriage she fled, tearing through the forest on her swift legs and never looking back.
Fallenreaper
