Age: 23
Race: human
Gender: Female
Class: Rogue
Specialty: Duel weapons- Specialist, Assassin (last resort and on her terms) /bard (main source of work)
Personality: She is bent on honor, intensely trained in weaponry and any other skill that was needed for her former obligations. It would be quite difficult for someone to catch her unawares. Has the potential to be a great friend even if a little distant and can look past many faults to the person inside which makes it almost impossible for her to hate or she can at least be understanding. She is defensive, very wise and slightly mysterious added to the fact that she's observant and her mind works in strange ways. She is one who loves meditation is sensitive to her surroundings and has a pride in being skilled and worth something. Although being simply as tool infuriates her. Still, although she is capable of being kind, if you give her a job she will revert back to her calculated self. Very determined and strong, even more than she knows. She has a strong sense of purpose and will do whatever she thinks is right with little regard to what others think. Also, her loyalty is legendary but it would be a rare thing indeed if she should ever give her heart. Since she had made the mistake of giving it to someone who was killed in the crossfire of her life. But if she should find someone who she would want to and they accepted it, it would give herself completely.
Her actions change toward a person with her familiarity with them. Her business side is hard, blunt, icy but once you begin to gain her trust it can become apparent that she’s a bit shy and likes to look at things sarcastically to keep people from judging her. She is rather socially sheltered and her work as a Bard, her more common line of work, was like a play to her, where she could BE something else, something more confident, bolder but really… that’s not who she is.
History: Tala was a child born between two families in a blood feud, hating each other for so long that no one could answer what they hated about the other anymore. That didn’t stop Damien Valsvik an Antivaian Crow from taking Alysia Celeblasse a Bard of Orlais as his bride. They ran together to Rivain, moving frequently to keep out of reach of the Crows. They were captivated by the small pale girl with her mother’s deep black hair and her father’s amber colored eyes. They had thought she was perfect, or that was until she was about 8years old. She began learning from her parents at a young age how to defend herself, learning the careful and specific arts, mixing those of an assassin and bard. She learned to sing, play violin as well as dance from her mother but when things might get tough her father’s secondary training would then come to use. But It wasn’t enough.
A mere 3 months after Tala’s 8th birthday they were found by the Crows. Her parents stepped forward to defend their home but those that were sent were too much for them. As punishment for leaving the Crows Damien was forced to watch as they tortured his wife to death as his daughter hid for her life. Something broke in her father that day, seeing Tala hiding off in the trees away from her mother who sacrificed herself to save them both. He blamed her, his only daughter, for not helping them, for not helping save her mother. It was her fault her mother was dead as far as he was concerned. Her father had changed, her hard work and training were turned into a torture from her father, a penance for the evil that she had done. But they were only feeding her abilities, making it grow for her survival, her instincts adapting to her fear, her need to know everyone's every thought, every move, gripping to anything to keep herself alive. When she was 15 there was no stopping her. His little soft bundle of cream and dark chocolate was a cold, distant and calculating teenager with eyes of vivid gold that saw through people like glass. She terrified him, and with his fear his treatment grew even worse. But she fought. With her unique skills she could make something of herself do something important with her life. But she was lost by then, the childhood destroyed when her father snapped. Upon her father’s death from an illness, she was cast to the streets, working odd jobs as a bard in local taverns just to barely keep a room up. Until one night she headed home late and had walked in on a group of three people having a rather private conversation in an alley way. She, having had little fear when it came to defending herself by this time, never cared to avoid dangerous areas, didn't even pay attention to if they were labeled as such. Anyway, these people turned on her, seeing a slender, 115lb girl, with elbow length wavy hair, with a pale but timelessly beautiful face glowing in the street lamp. They saw easy prey. She didn't find out what they were doing until after they were dead. They were out on a job to take out someone she didn't know or care about but their employer had gotten her description from his employee's last breath. Like a vicious goddess of night, she was quick, clean…silent. The word spread, the employer found her, still only taking assassin work if the deems the target worthy of death. It was as simple as that.
Likes: Peace, purpose, music and, (don’t let her hard exterior fool you) laughter. She can be quite sarcastic and playful if she likes you.
Dislikes: Hypocrites, liars and disloyalty.
Crush: None at the moment
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Curiosities: KAEL- It was the summer of her 15th birthday that she filled her life with only two things, the training her father wanted and time with Kael, a local boy that was her best friend. His home life made him very understanding of her own and when he asked her to be with him, as more than friends she accepted. After a year she knew that things had grown very serious, in both their hearts and they decided to run away together. They only lasted a few weeks in secret, thinking they had all the time in the world when her father caught up with them. He dragged Tala back with him, killing Kael in the process, and as Tala cried over his body her father had only one thing to say to her. “Now, we are even.”
