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 Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:41 pm
Name: Mal’tyrr My’urden
Meaning: Mystery dagger, Honoured of the darkness
Age: 150
Height: 5 foot 2 inches
Orientation: Bisexual, but can be very reserved. Most find it hard to get her to warm up to them.
Family: She is the youngest of three daughters. She has a cool relationship with them neither antagonistic nor overly friendly. She knows her place in the family and is always willing to contribute, but finds it uncomfortable when she is called to the house for anything more social. Her mother is dead having been killed by her oldest sister, something everyone knows, but no one can prove. No one seems that bothered though. Strangely enough her father still lives, but now serves his eldest daughter in whatever capacity he can. He was an assassin himself and Mal’tyrr has taken after him in that respect.
Likes: Intelligence, confidence and challenges
Dislikes: Ignorance, males who don’t know their place and overly talkative people
Personality: Mal’tyrr is very proud, she is confident in her skills and to others at times she appears arrogant. She is very good at appearing calm despite what she is actually feeling. She does not suffer fools gladly and will let them know by giving them the sharp side of her tongue. She hates ignorance in those around her finding that it sets her teeth on edge. Mal’tyrr is a serious drow, but on occasion, she can act particularly “young”. These instances are rare though. She seems very reserved especially when meeting new people unless they have managed to irritate her in some manner. On the whole she is cool though and thrives under pressure. She lives for a good challenge. She hates to fail and in fact wears her gloves differently one full and one fingerless, because she scarred the fingers of her right hand. She doesn't like anyone to see the marks thinking of them as a failing on her part, but it just inspires her to try harder so it never happens again.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 8:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 8:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 8:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 8:11 pm
Flatsale Entry Mal’tyrr was leaning low crouched against the wall. Her target was just around the corner in the room at the end of the hall. She took a deep breath eyes narrowing. She had been given her first ever mission by her mentor. He told her to either kill her target or not come back at all. She couldn’t back down. Mal’tyrr would be the first to admit that she had more than her share of pride and more than a smidgen of what at times could be outright arrogance. However, she felt that she had a right to feel so confident in her own skills.
She straightened wine red eyes narrowing. She was sick of this. Her hands slid to the small of her back merely pressing against the hilts of her blades. They were secure in the rather unusual harness that allowed them to hang upside down on her back.
She heard slow footsteps coming towards her. A slow smile touched her lips, hidden beneath the soft cloth that hid her lower features, but there was no real amusement in the expression. Her right hand tensed around the hilt of one of her blades before loosening a fraction. Holding a sword too tightly was just asking for it to be knocked from your grip. She may only be new to her job, but she wasn’t an idiot.
She sidled further back along the wall slipping into an alcove. She braced her left hand on the wall able to feel the cool stone beneath her bare fingertips. Her breathing slowed as the other drow neared her hiding place. Mal almost stopped breathing as her eyes took in the sight of the drow before her.
He stopped in front of her looking into the shadowy alcove.
She didn’t give him time to make out her figure in the dark and pushed herself forward blade sliding noiselessly from her sheath and flying forward, with only a little manoeuvring in the slightly enclosed space, to slice into the soft skin at his neck sighing through it easily. He never stood a chance as he fell eyes wide mouth opening in a soundless cry. She had cut his vocal chords at the same time she cut his throat. She was nothing if not thorough. Mal’tyrr ducked down to catch his body before it could hit the floor and dragged it into the alcove.
Her face was calm despite the adrenaline surging through her system. This was what she had trained for. Her movements’ swift but smooth she made her way to where the light would reveal her. She had to move quickly now before anyone noticed the drow behind her was missing.
She slid forwards gliding through the pool of light tense even as she reached the corner once more hunkering down just out of sight. She took a mirror from out of a pocket crouching and holding it near the floor tilting to get the view she wanted.
There were two guards and then she had a clear path to her target. This would be tricky the corridor was longer than she would have liked giving the guards plenty of time to maybe see her and shout the alarm, but her mentor would not have given her a task he didn’t think she could complete. She pushed the mirror into a pocket and drew her swords. She could do this no problem.
She knew other trainees would ask questions when given their first real jobs. Some would want to know why their target was wanted dead, others would ask about any family their target may have. Mal’tyrr had just accepted the job, she was an assassin and this was what she did. She didn’t need any false sympathy for her intended victim. If they were good enough to survive her presence, they deserved to live if not then that was the end of it. They would only survive if she died instead though and that would not happen; she drily noted that was a hint of the arrogance that so many hated about her.
She took a deep breath letting it out slowly and flew round the corner. Both of the guards had their backs to her as she ran soundlessly towards them. That would be the last mistake they both ever made. Darkened metal cut through the air the sound of the blades the only one to give away their impending deaths. One lost his head without ever realising he was in danger.
The other had started to turn and fell backwards Mal’tyrr’s blade slicing through his shoulder. She jumped forward stabbing her other blade down abruptly as she fell atop her second victim. He died with only a slight gurgle eyes wide with shock. She stood quickly eyes glancing to the end of the corridor and saw no uproar had been caused.
She looked once at her work flicking both blades lightly to clear them of any excess blood unbothered by the deaths she had just caused. She moved stealthily towards her targets room.
She stood facing the door trying to pinpoint the source of her unease. Mal’tyrr trusted her instincts so she did not fight against it when her body started to move without her conscious decision.
She bent falling back onto one hand holding her off the ground. A blade sliced through the place she had been standing moments before, breaking through the fragile door. She gazed coolly at the face of her target, which she recognised easily, now visible through the break he had made. Seems he knew someone was after his life, either that or he was just very careful. It wouldn’t save him now though.
She twisted other hand flying up blade piercing the gap in the wood and sliding home into the man's torso. She turned her wrist sharply and tilted the blade up. Mal felt as it caught in his ribs a moment before he jolted and slid boneless to the floor. It was over in moments. She allowed the blade to move with his body pulling it out with only slight difficulty, which brought a frown to her face. She had used too much force when hitting him. She wiped her blades clean on the fallen and sheathed them quickly.
Even as she stepped back ready to leave there came the sound of alarms blaring through the house. She was racing back along the corridor immediately eyes focussed. She skidded around the corner sliding into a door just past the alcove she had hidden in earlier. It had been locked earlier, but was how she entered opening the lock from the other side after climbing through the window. Mal was at the window only a heartbeat later and slithering down the side of the house closing the window after her.
The moment her feet hit the ground she was running into the shadows that surrounded the house lost to sight in seconds leaving behind only four dead bodies to show she had ever been there. An exultant grin covered her face; it hadn’t gone too badly for her first job, even if she did say so herself.
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