Post by mianst on Apr 9, 2011 20:20:48 GMT -5
Name: Selene Corvid
Age: 26
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127 lbs
Body type: Slim/slender
Eye color: Pale-blue, almost grey.
Hair color: Black
Complexion: Alabaster (pale white)
Race: Human
Physical characteristics: Thin and agile, almost cat-like in her extremely flexible movements. Her long (mid-abdomen length) glossy black hair is almost always pulled back tight into a ponytail. With a b-cup bust.
Clothing/armor: She wears: a simple black short-sleeved tight fitting shirt, a pair of tight black leather pants, and pair of well worn, knee-high, black leather boots, and a large scarf that she wears draped around her neck, letting one end hang down her back. For armor she wears: A hardened leather corset style abdominal plate, a curved hardened leather shoulder pad on her left shoulder, Hardened leather bracers, and black leather gloves with sections of hardened leather covering all but the joints of the back of her hand.
Personality: Borderline textbook Psychotic, practically no sense of empathy. However despite this, she loves to flaunt, her ability to feign normal human emotion, to her self. Often thinking that it is simply "using every tool in her kit." Cold and distant to all those who aren't currently employing her...that is, unless, she wants something from you. "Never trust anyone", "guilty until proven innocent", attitude. Always using aliases. Very business-like and efficient in everything she does. Never a wasted action, movement, or word.
Weapons: A simple but sturdy short-bow, a Wakizashi (basically a 30cm long Katana) slung (upside down) across her back, and a set of three tiny throwing knives (with a small leather holster attached to her left thigh.).
Lifestyle: Selene defines her self as that of a life-long assassin. Taking all the high-risk/high-reward jobs on any market, black or otherwise. Priding her self on being the best at what she does, killing people stupid enough to get a price stuck on their head.
Background: Selene had been abandoned by her parents and left to die in an alley at the age of 4. On the verge of physical starvation, and mental degradation, she was taken in by an elderly woman Maria. From the gutters of the streets, to a shantytown. From the outside things hadn't improved much, but Selene was happy to be alive. But it wasn't long before a couple of men, crazed and out for some easy blood, came to the shantytown. The two were about to leave when they spotted Selene, with the prospect of a young female slave, they attacked. Maria tried to protect Selene, but was easily dispatched. Selene had no hope of escape, couldn't even manage to stab one of them with the one good knife they had.
Several years passed in agony. Selene was now 12, having become used to being passed around like a pipe between her two captors, as well as rented out. She had been biding her time, slowly watching the two's complacency grow. Something had changed inside. She hadn't even thought about it, but Selene had become another person. Cold, calculating, and finally, ready to strike.
A regular customer, who preferred Selene not be chained, would be her first step. She had been able to steal one of the earlier customer's knifes, and had hidden it in her clothing. She took no pleasure in her first kill. This man, however twisted he had been, had never hit or beaten her. But he was put down none the less. Selene waited silently in the darkest corner of the room. Waiting for her captors to come check on them. smoothly sliding behind the first, as he entered, Jumping on his back and slicing his neck clean open. At the thump, of the now lifeless body, she knew the other would come immediately. Taking back her position in the shadow, she realized she wanted to take her time with this last one. So when he came in and approached his friend, she slashed his Achilles tendons. He flopped down onto his dead friend and rolled onto his back. Just what she was hopping for, she wanted him to see that it was her. She leapt onto his chest and pressed the bloody knife to his throat. Reveling in the absolute terror he showed her, she made slow saw-like cuts into his throat. Smiling at his pain and fear, sickly giggling to her self. But when he finally did resist, she had to end it prematurely, by plunging the blade deep into his throat. Warm blood splashed her face, she could hear flesh tearing and bone cracking. But she didn't stop. No, she couldn't, it was too relieving.
She came back to her self when the main door was broken down. She had been so caught up in the killing. She quickly took a crouched position, she was ready for the ecstasy of the kill once again. But this man, he didn't look like a customer. He was armed to the teeth, an assassin, probably here to kill the men she had just dispatched. The assassin, Clarance, had been extremely shocked to see a 12 year old girl. covered in blood, fierce and ready to kill him, like she had apparently killed the three men in the room. He tried approaching her, trying to get her to calm down. But he was met with crazed charges. He easily dodged her and jabbed a tranquilizing dart into the back of her neck. She went down in a matter of seconds. Clarance took evidence of the kills and young Selene.
Selene woke up in Clarance's house, confused and enraged. Clarance had just returned from cashing in his bounty for the two men. Selene hated him for not killing her back in that hell. she even tried to kill him a few times before his kindness started to sink in. Over the following years Selene and Clarence grew to be like father and daughter. He trained her and she often accompanied him on jobs.
Selene was 17 now, and about to learn a lesson the hard way. Never trust anyone. A group had been tracking her and Clarance. They wanted the assassin team taken out. Setting up a job that only the pair could, or even would want, to do. But it was an ambush. Clarance and Selene were captured and tortured. when their new captors had had their fun, they arranged the two so they were facing each other. Explaining that, 'this is what happens to people who mess with them.' this group killed Clarance as Selene watched.
Something snapped inside Selene, and she was once again taken over. She was made aware that her exit strategy had been made much simpler, now that she only had to worry about herself. As the executioner came closer she prepared her self. When he came within range she grabbed the knife he was holding with her knees. Then thrust the blade up into the man's chin. She then bent herself up and was able to cut herself free. Sneaking and killing her way out, she vowed that this would be the last time she would be caught and vulnerable.
Selene has spent the last 8 years learning, and becoming better at being an assassin. living a nomadic, but luxurious existence.
Age: 26
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127 lbs
Body type: Slim/slender
Eye color: Pale-blue, almost grey.
Hair color: Black
Complexion: Alabaster (pale white)
Race: Human
Physical characteristics: Thin and agile, almost cat-like in her extremely flexible movements. Her long (mid-abdomen length) glossy black hair is almost always pulled back tight into a ponytail. With a b-cup bust.
Clothing/armor: She wears: a simple black short-sleeved tight fitting shirt, a pair of tight black leather pants, and pair of well worn, knee-high, black leather boots, and a large scarf that she wears draped around her neck, letting one end hang down her back. For armor she wears: A hardened leather corset style abdominal plate, a curved hardened leather shoulder pad on her left shoulder, Hardened leather bracers, and black leather gloves with sections of hardened leather covering all but the joints of the back of her hand.
Personality: Borderline textbook Psychotic, practically no sense of empathy. However despite this, she loves to flaunt, her ability to feign normal human emotion, to her self. Often thinking that it is simply "using every tool in her kit." Cold and distant to all those who aren't currently employing her...that is, unless, she wants something from you. "Never trust anyone", "guilty until proven innocent", attitude. Always using aliases. Very business-like and efficient in everything she does. Never a wasted action, movement, or word.
Weapons: A simple but sturdy short-bow, a Wakizashi (basically a 30cm long Katana) slung (upside down) across her back, and a set of three tiny throwing knives (with a small leather holster attached to her left thigh.).
Lifestyle: Selene defines her self as that of a life-long assassin. Taking all the high-risk/high-reward jobs on any market, black or otherwise. Priding her self on being the best at what she does, killing people stupid enough to get a price stuck on their head.
Background: Selene had been abandoned by her parents and left to die in an alley at the age of 4. On the verge of physical starvation, and mental degradation, she was taken in by an elderly woman Maria. From the gutters of the streets, to a shantytown. From the outside things hadn't improved much, but Selene was happy to be alive. But it wasn't long before a couple of men, crazed and out for some easy blood, came to the shantytown. The two were about to leave when they spotted Selene, with the prospect of a young female slave, they attacked. Maria tried to protect Selene, but was easily dispatched. Selene had no hope of escape, couldn't even manage to stab one of them with the one good knife they had.
Several years passed in agony. Selene was now 12, having become used to being passed around like a pipe between her two captors, as well as rented out. She had been biding her time, slowly watching the two's complacency grow. Something had changed inside. She hadn't even thought about it, but Selene had become another person. Cold, calculating, and finally, ready to strike.
A regular customer, who preferred Selene not be chained, would be her first step. She had been able to steal one of the earlier customer's knifes, and had hidden it in her clothing. She took no pleasure in her first kill. This man, however twisted he had been, had never hit or beaten her. But he was put down none the less. Selene waited silently in the darkest corner of the room. Waiting for her captors to come check on them. smoothly sliding behind the first, as he entered, Jumping on his back and slicing his neck clean open. At the thump, of the now lifeless body, she knew the other would come immediately. Taking back her position in the shadow, she realized she wanted to take her time with this last one. So when he came in and approached his friend, she slashed his Achilles tendons. He flopped down onto his dead friend and rolled onto his back. Just what she was hopping for, she wanted him to see that it was her. She leapt onto his chest and pressed the bloody knife to his throat. Reveling in the absolute terror he showed her, she made slow saw-like cuts into his throat. Smiling at his pain and fear, sickly giggling to her self. But when he finally did resist, she had to end it prematurely, by plunging the blade deep into his throat. Warm blood splashed her face, she could hear flesh tearing and bone cracking. But she didn't stop. No, she couldn't, it was too relieving.
She came back to her self when the main door was broken down. She had been so caught up in the killing. She quickly took a crouched position, she was ready for the ecstasy of the kill once again. But this man, he didn't look like a customer. He was armed to the teeth, an assassin, probably here to kill the men she had just dispatched. The assassin, Clarance, had been extremely shocked to see a 12 year old girl. covered in blood, fierce and ready to kill him, like she had apparently killed the three men in the room. He tried approaching her, trying to get her to calm down. But he was met with crazed charges. He easily dodged her and jabbed a tranquilizing dart into the back of her neck. She went down in a matter of seconds. Clarance took evidence of the kills and young Selene.
Selene woke up in Clarance's house, confused and enraged. Clarance had just returned from cashing in his bounty for the two men. Selene hated him for not killing her back in that hell. she even tried to kill him a few times before his kindness started to sink in. Over the following years Selene and Clarence grew to be like father and daughter. He trained her and she often accompanied him on jobs.
Selene was 17 now, and about to learn a lesson the hard way. Never trust anyone. A group had been tracking her and Clarance. They wanted the assassin team taken out. Setting up a job that only the pair could, or even would want, to do. But it was an ambush. Clarance and Selene were captured and tortured. when their new captors had had their fun, they arranged the two so they were facing each other. Explaining that, 'this is what happens to people who mess with them.' this group killed Clarance as Selene watched.
Something snapped inside Selene, and she was once again taken over. She was made aware that her exit strategy had been made much simpler, now that she only had to worry about herself. As the executioner came closer she prepared her self. When he came within range she grabbed the knife he was holding with her knees. Then thrust the blade up into the man's chin. She then bent herself up and was able to cut herself free. Sneaking and killing her way out, she vowed that this would be the last time she would be caught and vulnerable.
Selene has spent the last 8 years learning, and becoming better at being an assassin. living a nomadic, but luxurious existence.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.