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❖ Speed: xxx8 xxxx- 4 dodges xxxx- Can run up to 50 feet xxxx- Jump 10 feet if you only attack once in a post xxxx- Reduce the charge time of a spell by 1 post by sacrificing a dodge
❖ Strength: xxx4 xxxx- Deals D Rank Damage with their Standard Attacks xxxx- tough to break rope or string, taking three posts to do so xxxx- does 110 Damage per Standard Attack
❖ Energy Color: xxxLight blue, almost silver
❖ Hit Points: xxx650
❖ Energy Reserve: xxx625
❖ Talent: xxx- - - -
❖ Battle Strength: xxx • Fia relies heavily on her senses, other than eyesight. Since her mask limits her vision quite a bit she uses her hearing and smelling a lot more. It's almost as if she as a sixth sense about certain things. She hates to be stared at for too long, it makes her have a nagging feeling in the back of her head. It's not always useful though. In the middle of a fight her senses can become muddled very quickly.
xxx • Aside from her sixth sense, Fia is very nimble in both mind and body. She's light on her feet and thinks quickly when the time calls for it. Her quick thinking comes in handy sometimes when on the verge of getting caught by her enemy. She's been able to talk her way out of most troublesome situations so far in her life. Her memory is also quite impressive, often remembering certain smells or sounds that are unique to one particular location or person. It comes in handy when tracking some thing through a thick forests or fog and risk getting hopelessly lost.
❖ Battle Weakness: xxx • Her senses are a double-edged sword. While they do come in handy, overpowering smells and loud sounds will get to her. Smells like onions, garlic, or anything else that makes a person eyes water will make it feel like her nose is burning. For sounds a high pitched whistle will slow her down quite a bit as well. Foods can have an effect on her as well. Fia despises anything remotely spicy.
xxx • She prefers avoiding hand to hand combat if at all possible. Her body is physically weak and she can't defend against heavy blows. This is why Fia is often called a dirty fighter, since she will resort to throwing dirt into her opponents face if it means a chance of retreating a bit.
xxx • Fia's mask is of course a weakness as well. When the mask is taken from her Fia will more often than not freeze up and can't think straight with her mask off (she often conceals herself in shadows when she loses her mask). She might also become angry to the point of making head on attacks despite her being weaker than her opponent. Her common sense often flies out the window without her mask on.
Precious is her chosen weapon as a Dark Avenger xxxName of Weapon/Armor: Precious xxxDescription: Precious is a unique blade of sorts suitable for an assassin in the dark. In short, it is a capable of switching between dagger, short sword and a full fledged sword with a simple piston and folding mechanism. Precious is made out of a bronze material complete with iron plating with leather wrapping around the hilt itself. When the weapon is not in use, the user can have the weapon in a retracted form, looking like a simple blade-less hilt. (Think like a lightsaber) The blade can extend out to a decent six inches with a triangular blade that's wide in girth. Through another trigger of the weapon's mechanism, the weapon extends further and becomes a foot and a half and becomes more narrow in the process. The final extension measures up to two feet and four inches and becomes much more narrow like that of an actual sword. This makes the weapon prone to breaking yet it has been reinforced with steel plating to ensure it can withstand for long as possible. Other than Precious' unorthodox mechanics, the weapon contains no supernatural abilities. xxxRank: - - - - xxxPassives: Extension Modes: Hilt -> Dagger -> Shortsword -> Sword
xxxName of Weapon/Armor: Hidden Blade (aka Mr. Stabby) xxxDescription: A single unorthodox weapon seen used by some renown assassins, notably as a custom of some groups and organizations. For Fia's case, this weapon is very much alike these weapons. Designed for stealth and discreet assassinations, this is the tool for the job. Fashioned into a vambrace, a piece of armor, a mechanism rests on the inside of the forearm that contains a weapon. Through a minor surge of energy, the blade will jut out of it's housing to an adjustable length of anywhere between four inches to seven inches to fight with. Not suitable for blocking with the actual blade itself, the reinforced vambrace serves as the defensive part of the weapon. xxxRank: C xxxPassives: To extend/Retract - E Rank energy is used.
xxxName of Weapon/Armor: Hawk Rifle xxxDescription: An assassin's dream of a rifle. The Hawk Rifle is a well designed piece of work with one thing in mind, kill and do it well for an assassin. The Hawk Rifle is designed so that it can be dissembled into three basic parts with relative ease to cut down on size, making it easy to conceal; the parts being: The stock, center main body and then the forward stock and barrel. The rifle is equipped with a few things to ensure ease for when on the field. First and foremost would be the scope using a magnifying system to magnify up to 5x the distance, making it easy to pull off a sniping. On the forward grip of the weapon where it is held by the offhand lies a mechanism similar to that of Fia's hidden blade. By flipping a switch, a six to ten inch bayonet like blade juts out and can be used as a makeshift spear. The blade itself has been reinforced to ensure it doesn't break as easily when used in open combat against an opponent. The rifle itself has a collapsible buttstock along with the ability for the forward portion of the rifle to retract to act as a carbine in addition to allow more agile use of the bayonet. In terms of firing, the weapon itself is loud yet can be outfitted with a flash supresser to at least eliminate the flash the muzzle will produce. For compensation of sound, Fia's Kakurenbo illusions can take care of that easily. It has a semi-automatic firing mode with a clip of five small caliber rounds in each, yet the rifle can be single shot as well by manually using the bolt action near the buttstock of the rifle. When loading, the user must slap in the magazine through the bottom and rack back the feed bolt on its side. The caliber of which this fires is 30-30. xxxRank: C
Name of Weapon/Armor: X-Death Description: X-Death is a customized semi-automatic pistol designed for as a side arm weapon. Crafted for one thing and one thing only, speed. While bulky, this gun doesn't have the range like her rifle or the punch of her shadowmancing skills but has the compact size to attack with speed and precision should traditional methods fail her. Designed as a traditional revolver save for it's bulky design. Instead of a normal 6 chamber revolver, the cylinder holds 8 shots in stead of the normal six, prompting it to have a longer fire rate. Outfitted with a 2x scope on top, the simple aiming device can be detached when needed but supplies the user additional accuracy. When reloading, the pistol itself is designed to be quick and efficient in that department as the "reel" or cylinder will actually eject with a flip of a switch on the gun very much like a magazine catch, This allows for a new cylinder to be slapped in and ready to fire once again. In addition to the fast reloading rate, the gun is an assassin's dream as it has a built in suppressor that eliminates most of the noise when fired. Every bit of the gun is hand crafted as well to avoid much mechanical noise as well such as a click of the cylinder or the inner workings of X-Death. Vented out on the sides this is made for the gun to drastically cut down on recoil as well, prompting it easily to handle higher rates of fire. Rank: C-Rank
❖ Armor: xxxFia's armor is all made out of black leather. Her chest piece is basically a leather plated corset that ties in the back. She wears a pair of matching bracers that cover her arms and a pair of shin guards. Her boots are a little bit different. The boots are made out of a softer leather than the rest. This allows her foot steps to go almost unnoticed. Her cloak has a bit of matching leather on the hood like the rest of her clothes. However this is mostly just for decoration. Other than that she wears a shoulder guard, but this works as a holster for her weapons and is not meant to take a lot of heavy hitting. Under her armor Fia wears a dark blue shirt and pants.
❖ Personal Belongings: xxx • A white fox mask. While simple in design it's the one thing that Fia cannot live without. It's made out of a simple leather for durability and a red string with three silver beads at the ends of the string.
❖ Important Objects: xxx • - - - -
❖ Various Items: xxx • Extra/Casual clothes xxxxExtra pic/clothes (ignore the hair) xxx • A white leather bag xxxxUsed for holding things like the ammunition for her rifle and pistol. xxx • Food rations and water canteen xxxxShe keeps extra snacks just in case in her bag. xxx • Recipe book xxxxTypically kept in her leather bag. Used strictly for cooking meals. Small enough to be kept in a pocket though. xxx • Observation book xxxxA book that is kept under lock and key. It holds what Fia has observed about humans, fae, vampires, etc through the years. (No secrets or anything like that, just a book with day to day happenings...like a diary.)
xxx Soul Sense xxx Rank E/Passive xxx A trademark skill of all Dark Avengers, Soul Sense grants them the ability to sense all souls in their visible vicinity. Soul Sense shows a Dark Avenger each soul's distinctive characteristics -it's color, aura, size and power. Soul Sense reveals a character's Primary Element, and their Rank to the Dark Avenger. At the rank of Master, Soul Sense extends to a Dark Avenger's sense of smell and spans the breadth of a nation. This ability cannot be used to determine the health of a character, as the soul remains intact until it fades away completely.
xxx Soul Mark xxx Rank E/Active xxx By focusing on a creature that he/she can sense in the area for 2 posts, a Dark Avenger can mark their soul, enabling the Dark Avenger to track them with ease. Once a soul is marked, a Dark Avenger can see it through walls and sense its location over great distances. By the rank of Master, a Dark Avenger needs only focus on their Mark for one post to see it anywhere on Rykros. This skill requires no energy. Only one Soul Mark is permitted at any given time, and Marking another soul while a Mark is currently active replaces the old mark with the new.
xxx Precision Strike xxx Rank E xxx Using their agility and dexterity, a Dark Avenger makes a single surgical attack against their target. If the target is currently the Dark Avenger's Marked Soul, it does damage as if it were one rank higher. This ability is usable once per post.
xxx Track xxx Rank E/Active xxx Like all skilled hunters, a Dark Avenger learns to track their prey based on sight, scent, smell, touch, and taste. A Dark Avenger must take one post to focus on their targets trail before they can effectively track them, and cannot do so while running until they've reached the rank of Master. If a Dark Avenger is attacked while they are tracking a target, the trial is lost and they must take another post to get back on their quarry's trail. Tracking a Marked Soul is easy for a Dark Avenger, and requires no post to pick up their trail (if they have traveled nearby).If a Dark Avenger is attacked while tracking, they must spend two posts after the encounter to get back on the trail.
xxx Move Silently xxx Rank E/Active xxx A Dark Avenger is a skilled fighter, but most effective when he utilizes the element of surprise. By moving carefully and distributing their weight from the heel to the ball of their feet, a Dark Avenger can move without making any noise. While Moving Silently, a Dark Avenger cannot run, jump or perform any similar acrobatic feats, and when they make an attack the skill's benefits end. If a Dark Avenger has been detected, Move Silently has no effect.
xxx Feral Leap xxx Rank D xxx A Dark Avenger is most lethal their instincts thrust them at their enemies. When behind his enemy, a Dark Avenger can make a running leap to strike with their weapon and knock their pray off their feet. If the Dark Avenger's strike hits, their foe is knocked prone. A prone foe requires one post to stand upright through non-magical means. This skill has a three post cooldown.
xxx Feint xxx Rank D xxx A Dark Avenger begins a seemingly direct attack towards their target, but feints at the last moment leaving their target vulnerable and open to attack. A feint begins as a normal attack. If the target of the feint attempts to block, counter or otherwise interact with the Dark Avenger's attack, the Dark Avenger's following post initiates the feint and strike. Targets that are effectively deceived by a feint attack receive a circumstantial -3 penalty to their Speed for all attempts to Dodge or Block any incoming attacks during their next post. This skill has a three post cooldown.
xxx Glimpse into Darkness xxx Rank D/Active xxx While a Dark Avenger cannot manipulate darkness until he is an Expert, the divorce of his soul from Light makes his true home the Shadow World. A Dark Avenger can see into the Material plane's dark parallel through any shadow at any time. While he gazes upon the Dark Plane, he cannot attack nor can he be attacked as his body becomes intangible. While using Glimpse into Darkness, a Dark Avenger can see any creatures hiding in shadows through normal or magical means. He can also see creatures that exist on The Dark Plane and their position in regards to the Material Plane. Glimpse into Darkness can be sustained for up to 3 posts, and has no cool down. Using this skill out of cowardice (to avoid battle, escape a target etc.) is seen as treachery by the Shadow Plane, and results in the Dark Avenger being temporarily blinded for 10 posts. Glimpse into Darkness has a two post cooldown.
xxx Anonymous xxx Rank D xxx A Dark Avenger gains the ability to darken the shadows on their face and body, masking their identity and making them an unidentifiable face among the crowd. This skill is exceptionally useful when wearing a cloak, and for gathering information or spying on a Marked Soul, and it may be used for an indefinite number of rounds so long as the Dark avenger has enough energy to sustain the illusion. If the Dark Avenger speaks their voice may be recognized, and if they come within arm's reach of another character it becomes obvious that the Dark avenger is masking their features through unnatural means. Magical sight that identifies an individual based on their aura or energy are unaffected by this skill.
xxx Shadow Step xxx Rank D xxx The first true power a Dark Avenger attains from its pact with the Dark Plane is also one of their most versatile. Having shunned Light from their lives, a Dark Avenger may pass freely between the Material Plane and the Shadow World by simply stepping into a shadow or dark area. While using Shadow Step, a Dark Avenger travels great distances, and has the ability to take others, willing or otherwise, along for the ride by maintaining physical contact with them. Past a single passenger, every additional traveler costs an additional 50 energy, as does taking a creature against their will. Beings of higher rank than the Dark Avenger cannot be taken against their will via Shadow Step. Shadow step may only be used once per post, and it has a 2 post CD while in combat.
❖ Weight: xxxOne hundred and fifteen pounds | 115 lbs
❖ Build: xxxShe's got a small build that's built for speed. Her compact size allows her to hide easily behind objects that normally couldn't hide an average sized person. However, she was not built for strength, so to speak. Her strength lies in mind and speed.
❖ Eye Color: xxxUnknown xxxBlue with a hint of yellow around the pupils.
❖ Hair Color: xxxBlackish-blue with blonde tips
❖ Identifying Marks: xxx- - - - xxx- - - -
❖ Place of Birth: xxx Jiaum
❖ Personality: xxxWith her mask on Fia is the strong silent type. Typically the only way to tell what she’s feeling is by the expression on her face, but that can be difficult considering she always has a frown plastered on. This part of her can have one of two effects on people. The first being they think she’s just incredibly cold-hearted and couldn’t care less about anything or any one. The second effect is that she attracts people to her like flies to sugar because she’s some kind of cool, calm and mysterious passerby. Fia actually prefers the first effect since that means people stay clear of her when she’s out to kill someone. However, it does bother her that people will ignore her completely at times. She lets it slide though, knowing that mortals are fickle creatures.
xxxAs a sister Fia is an almost different person. She has a strong sense of responsibility to her older brother and younger sister. Especially to her sister, who doesn‘t know a lot about anyone outside of their family. She is overly protective around or about her siblings to the point where Fia might actually bite a person if they get to close. In fact that has happened on several occasions. Early warning signs that something bad is about to happen to the unfortunate soul pestering her siblings are growling and the feeling that a sharp and pointy thing is about to lodged in their back. One particular person who should be wary around her is a certain someone that her little sister is strangely attached too. She doesn’t physically relax either, unless she’s fully aware that both her siblings are accounted for and there’s no threat to their well being.
xxxOn the rare occasions that Fia does make a friend, while she isn’t as open to them as she is with her siblings, Fia’s loyalty to them has no limits. If Fia knows the person well enough they might even find a more playful and curious side to her that even her siblings don’t see very often. She has even pulled a prank or two in her time. She does like to be around other people if only to observe them and learn more about what is considered normal in that area or to certain groups of people. Fia’s friend might even discover that, with her constant observing and high interest in the average object, that she’s a very normal girl. She likes extremely fluffy things and occasionally even pink things.
xxxAll the things mentioned above about her is all pretty much Fia’s behavior with her mask on. With her mask off is a totally different story. Depending on the situation at hand depends on the initial behavior of the normally feisty fox. If, by some divine miracle that Fia feels comfortable around a person (who isn’t a sibling) enough to take her mask they’ll find that she is a very shy person underneath it all. If her mask is lost for some reason Fia will become quickly nervous, scared, and very anxious. Fia might even have to be literally dragged or carried away from the spot where she notices that her mask is missing and will always refuse to remove the hood of her cloak from her face (if she has it with her). A third reaction that could happen without her mask is if it’s taken from her physically. This is the most dangerous thing that could happen. Fia can become extremely angry and unpredictable without her mask on the battlefield.
❖ Lovers: xxxMind your own business. xxxNone...yet
❖ Nemeses: xxxOnly enemies of The Void at the moment. xxxAnd anything remotely canine.
❖ Likes:
xxx• Dark areas xxxAll the easier to hide in. xxx• Nights with no moon xxxSame reason as the last one. xxx• Star gazing xxxIt calms her down quite a bit. xxx• Scary stories xxxShe likes to scare people when they're engrossed in a story. xxx• Camp fires xxxThe smell of burning wood and the heat from the fire is some how comforting to her. xxx• Sweet flowers xxxSoothing smells like these keep her from getting to anxious.
❖ Dislikes:
xxx• Cold areas xxxShe really hates being cold with a passion. xxx• Garlic, onions, anything that smells sour or bad. xxxSince her sense of smell is higher than a humans' strong smells like these annoy her greatly. xxx• People touching her mask. xxxNo touchy the mask. xxx• Sour and spicy food. xxxHaving heightened senses is such a pain. Spicy food burns her mouth. xxx• Dogs, Were-Hyena, wolves, etc. Anything canine. xxxIt's a natural fear.
❖ Personal Quote: xxx" Just because a person wears a mask on the outside they think he or she is nothing but trouble. However, sometimes it's the people who don't wear masks that are trouble. "
xxxFia is the middle of three siblings of the Kakurenbo bloodline. Michiyo, the youngest is a small and slender woman who’s physically weaker than her two older siblings. Then there’s Maxim, the eldest child and only boy. He’s the strongest of the three and is also the most playful. One would think being born into such a bloodline would lead to a rather terrible childhood, however Fia did not have one like this. She didn’t have a stereotypical ‘normal’ childhood either.
xxxShe doesn’t like to talk about her past too much. Fia has learned that talking about watching her parents eat the hearts of mortal beings like it was the most casual thing in the world instantly sent people literally running and screaming from the room. Of course she wasn’t bothered by the fact. Fia just counted those people as strange or weird since that was all she knew. As she grew older and observed other beings going about their daily lives and became curious about what was normal and what wasn’t. She started to hide out in the shadows to observe other girls who were around her age. She always made sure to hide herself from being seen though. Fia was curious, not an idiot.
xxxOne day when she was fairly young, not yet a teenager, she did something a little strange even for a Kakurenbo. She had got it stuck in her head, after over hearing something whispering to her near where her family lived, that she would get her first tail one day to help out her siblings more. The whisper she heard had spoken about some kind of Ritual she had to perform. Fia took it as something that had to do with the cult and getting her first tail. She had wandered pretty far away while following the scent of what she believed to be a couple of hunters from the scent of blood that was lingering about.
xxxIt was not a regular hunter that she had stumbled upon. There was indeed a hunt going on, but the prey was a person that was a little bit older than herself, if only by a year or two. She stared out from her mask at the kid. It wasn’t a human, but looked remarkably similar. The only difference seemed to be the small ears and long slender tail. The person hunting the young feline was obviously not a human. It had scales and very jagged looking teeth. To Fia that one looked like an overly large reptile that stood on two legs like a human. She didn’t know why, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she had to at least get the giant crocodile away from the other kid. Fia’s hands went instantly to a small bronze dagger (the custom Precious) that had been given to her as a birthday present only one year ago.
xxxNow that she was older all she could clearly remember was coming up behind the crocodile man and giving the scaley tail a good slash to get his attention and then running away as the feline child bolted in the other direction and was long gone. After she had successfully gotten the now enraged reptiles full and undivided attention Fia easily made her way to a rocky cliff that was of the many near the plagued volcanoes base. What happened after that was a blur to her mind. She had some how tripped over a rock just as the lizard man made a grab for her close to the edge of the cliff. The lizard man tripped over the fallen fox and took a nose dive off the cliff. When she picked herself up, the lizard man had all but disappeared over the edge of the cliff. As she made her way back to her home, Fia decided to never tell anyone about the strange whisper and the incident that took place.
xxxFia was in her early teens when she stumbled upon something else that wasn't normal. On a night of the new moon Fia witnessed some over-pompous merchant she had seen come and go from the near-by village lately get assassinated just far enough away that nobody would see or hear. From her point of view Fia was almost certain that a shadow had nabbed the man, but figured that would be impossible for a shadow to come to life. It wasn’t until a moment later, after a short struggle and rather surprising struggle from the merchant that she saw the person who was in the shadows.
xxxBehind her white fox mask, Fia was almost sure that the person standing the shadows had seen her, but instinct told her to simply not move or take eyes off the mysterious being. The shadow assassin, as she was tempted to call it for the moment, was apparently well aware of the hidden audience. Rather than slaying the girl then and there, one could say the person took Fia in as an apprentice. However, Fia convinced her new teacher to come back to her home and get treated for the wound. Her parents were none to thrilled that she had left an uneaten heart, but looked after her friend either way. While Fia’s new friend did not stay long enough to train her she did pester the poor soul into telling her a few things.
xxxIt was after that, that Fia left her home and pursued a new path in life. She already knew how to track and hide in the shadows as well as any body with the same blood as her own could. Now, as a Dark Avenger, Fia was sure she could become much better than before. Fia has never said it, but she had always wanted to eat all of the hearts and get as many tails as she could like her parents before her. She hopes as a Dark Avenger she’ll be able to obtain that goal. Until she’s obtained that goal though Fia will just have to pace herself for the time being.
RPC Name: Fia Nakamura RPC Profile Link: Linky Your Lab Link: Same linky (basically) RPC Rank: Trainee RPC Bloodline: Kakurenbo RPC Class: Dark Avenger RPC Element: Earth
Number One [No. 1]
Name of Weapon/Armor: Precious Description: Precious is a unique blade of sorts suitable for an assassin in the dark. In short, it is a capable of switching between dagger, short sword and a full fledged sword with a simple piston and folding mechanism. Precious is made out of a bronze material complete with iron plating with leather wrapping around the hilt itself. When the weapon is not in use, the user can have the weapon in a retracted form, looking like a simple blade-less hilt. (Think like a lightsaber) The blade can extend out to a decent six inches with a triangular blade that's wide in girth. Through another trigger of the weapon's mechanism, the weapon extends further and becomes a foot and a half and becomes more narrow in the process. The final extension measures up to two feet and four inches and becomes much more narrow like that of an actual sword. This makes the weapon prone to breaking yet it has been reinforced with steel plating to ensure it can withstand for long as possible. Other than Precious' unorthodox mechanics, the weapon contains no supernatural abilities. Rank: - - - - Passives: Extension Modes: Hilt -> Dagger -> Shortsword -> Sword Skills: - - -
Skill Name Rank Description Rp Sample:
Sharp sounds of metal on metal rang through the plains as a young woman with dark blue hair and a man in iron armor crossed blades with each other again and again on a deserted road. CLANG! The man’s simple iron sword connected with a rock wall that dotted the road for miles instead of the acrobatic masked lady he had just missed. Landing lightly on the wall Fia kicked out at the man’s head only to have him back away. She needed to gain a but of room to think the situation through if she were to end this fight quickly. Fia’s own sword was considerably smaller than the warriors sword was. In fact her weapon could hardly be called a sword. It was more like a dagger at the moment.
“If you think I’m letting you through Assassin you have the wrong idea!” Fia frowned at the man darkly. She wasn’t about to argue that she was in theory an assassin, but he wasn’t the one she was supposed to kill. In fact he was just a noble warrior with a since of justice and a rather thick skull. She had already told the human that it was none of her concern, but apparently he did not listen very well. “I will not say it again. Out of my way. You are not my target.” she warned him with her dagger pointed at the warrior. While she didn’t care if the man wanted to try to kill her Fia was in a bit of a hurry. She had to get back to her older brother and younger sister quickly if there was any hope of not sleeping out in the cold again for another night.
While the sun was directly overhead there was a chill in the air. Occasionally Fia could even see her hazy breath if the sun was blocked by a cloud or simply passed under a tree where it was even colder in the shade. Fia hated the cold and anything to do with it. Sleeping out in the cold was the worst, even if there was a campfire. To solve the problem and hopefully get enough money to spend the night at a local inn, Fia had overheard of a group of bandits that had holed themselves up in an abandoned estate island that was rumored to have treasure in it not to far away. Now all that stood in her way was a thick skulled warrior who couldn’t take a hint.
The knight lunged foreword with a horizontal slash, but missed Fia once again. The foxy lady jumped over the knight and flipped in midair once before landing lightly on her feet and pressing a button on the hilt of her blade. Swinging her blade to catch the knight on the side it grew to about a foot and a half in length before the knight blocked it with his own full sized sword. “What the-!” The knight cut his own sentence off as he stepped backwards away from the strange sword. Fia twirled around, while pressing the button a second time, on her left foot while bringing Precious downward at an angel, just barely missing the knight’s head. A few strays fell victim to the blade which was now the exact same length as the iron sword that the knight held in his hands.
Stepping backwards once again the knight just stared at the masked assassin in disbelief. “I told you to move out of my way.” the woman said calmly.
Number Two [No. 2]
Name of Weapon/Armor: Hidden Blade (aka Mr. Stabby) Description: A single unorthodox weapon seen used by some renown assassins, notably as a custom of some groups and organizations. For Fia's case, this weapon is very much alike these weapons. Designed for stealth and discreet assassinations, this is the tool for the job. Fashioned into a vambrace, a piece of armor, a mechanism rests on the inside of the forearm that contains a weapon. Through a minor surge of energy, the blade will jut out of it's housing to an adjustable length of anywhere between four inches to seven inches to fight with. Not suitable for blocking with the actual blade itself, the reinforced vambrace serves as the defensive part of the weapon. Rank: C Passives: To extend/Retract - E Rank energy is used. Skills: ----
Rp Sample: Combination of Mr. Stabby and the X-death
From the top of a bell tower stood a cloaked and masked figure of a small lady watch a scene unfold below in the town’s center. While she went unnoticed by everyone below, Fia could see everything from behind her white mask. A man was being held accountable for stealing something of value from the hoity-toity noble of the town. Fia didn’t understand why people couldn’t figure out how to steal things without being seen or how to evade arrest for that matter. ’I need to kill some time anyways.’ It looked like she would have to teach the condemned thief a lesson or two. Behind her the large bell started to toll thirteen times. Indicating that it was one in the afternoon. As the bell tolled a few onlookers glanced up at the bell, but missed the shadow hopping down the opposite side of the tower.
Safely on the ground Fia made her way through the crowd as a noose was placed around the thief’s neck. The noble was leaving the site with a guard while the other guard stayed behind to make sure the thief wasn’t about to run. Bending down, but not stopping her advance, Fia picked up a stone brick and pushed a person away from her line of vision. The man stumbled into others and everything seemed to move in slow motion from there. Fia shouted “Hey!” to gain the surprised guard’s and hang man’s attention. The hangman didn’t see anything but a brick flying out of the stunned crowd and hit him square between the eyes. The hangman hit the ground with a thud and Fia was bolting up the wooden steps just as the guard was drawing his sword. Hopping high enough into the air she planted her feet on the guard’s chest and forced him to fall over while grabbing the man by the neck with her left hand.
A small metal sound was heard by the guard, however, he hit the ground dead as a needle like blade pierced through his neck and severed a vital artery. Not stopping her movement she stood up and walked over to the shocked thief and got the ropes off the man as the crowds were fleeing in terror. “Don’t get caught next time.” she warned and looked over her shoulder as more guards started to come towards the gallows. The man she rescued didn’t need to be told twice. He was gone with the wind before the guards were half way to them. Fia just smirked and hopped off the other side and ran down the streets while dodging confused and frightened pedestrians.
Ducking and dodging people was a hassle as she rounded a corner at top speed. And arrow flew past her head as she did, but her eyes were on something else. The noble was right in front of her, about a hundred feet away, and standing right in front of a stall that sold nothing but rum and alcohol. Her smirk didn’t leave her face as she noticed this, in fact it almost became a grin as she skidded to a halt. Bringing her right hand out of her cloak Fia held her rather clunky looking pistol at arms length. The noble did nothing but stare down the street in confusion as people ran in all directions, aside from his direction, and the guards rounded the corner. Fia pulled the trigger of her lovely X-Death pistol and the bullet found it’s target. A big ol’ barrel of a highly flammable drink people called rum that was right in arms reach of the noble.
One shot was all it took to create a very large explosion in the market place. The force of the explosion sent even Fia stumbling backwards. Luckily it also stumbled everyone else and she took the chance to duck down a back alleyway and successfully escaped.
Number three [No. 3]
Name of Weapon/Armor: Hawk Rifle Description: An assassin's dream of a rifle. The Hawk Rifle is a well designed piece of work with one thing in mind, kill and do it well for an assassin. The Hawk Rifle is designed so that it can be dissembled into three basic parts with relative ease to cut down on size, making it easy to conceal; the parts being: The stock, center main body and then the forward stock and barrel. The rifle is equipped with a few things to ensure ease for when on the field. First and foremost would be the scope using a magnifying system to magnify up to 5x the distance, making it easy to pull off a sniping. On the forward grip of the weapon where it is held by the offhand lies a mechanism similar to that of Fia's hidden blade. By flipping a switch, a six to ten inch bayonet like blade juts out and can be used as a makeshift spear. The blade itself has been reinforced to ensure it doesn't break as easily when used in open combat against an opponent. The rifle itself has a collapsible buttstock along with the ability for the forward portion of the rifle to retract to act as a carbine in addition to allow more agile use of the bayonet. In terms of firing, the weapon itself is loud yet can be outfitted with a flash supresser to at least eliminate the flash the muzzle will produce. For compensation of sound, Fia's Kakurenbo illusions can take care of that easily. It has a semi-automatic firing mode with a clip of five small caliber rounds in each, yet the rifle can be single shot as well by manually using the bolt action near the buttstock of the rifle. When loading, the user must slap in the magazine through the bottom and rack back the feed bolt on its side. The caliber of which this fires is 30-30. Rank: C Passives: ---- Skills: ---- Rp Sample:
Crouched down as she walked through the hidden, dark, and dusty attic crawl space Fia made her way to the very end of the passage way to a stone wall. There was a small hole in the wall where a light was shinning through. The light coming through the hole was mostly candle light, but from some of the shadows playing in the room she could tell there was at least one window in the room. Pulling her mask to the side of her head she put her eyes close to the hole to see into the room beyond wall. Inside the other room Fia could make out quite a few people in the dim light of the candles that were burning. She couldn’t make out what kind of person she was dealing with bloodline wise, but what she could see was her target.
There was a table on the exact opposite side of the room from her current location. On the table was a rather fancy and kind of small, black iron cage with a small fae sitting in it. Capturing fae was one of things that none spoke about even if they what was going on for fear of being killed. While Fia was a Voidsworn as a Dark Avenger there were certain things she would do if the prize was right. Even helping one of these glorified fire-flies was something she would do. Fia blinked and slowly backed away from the hole she was peering out of as the people who had caught the little bugger were leaving the room.
Fia waited for just a minute as she listened to doors closing and footsteps retreating from the room. When all was quite she could finally hear the fae start to struggle against the iron bars that was keeping her in the cage. Running her right hand against the wall, Fia searched for the hidden latch that was supposed to be there. Finding the small raised button was no easy task. It was about the size of a small coin and hidden in the most annoying spot ever. It was placed all the way in the corner almost outside of arms reach of someone who was crouched down. However, she was able to push the button and stepped back into the shadows while replacing her mask to cover her face.
The clanking sound coming from the caged fairy stopped as soon as the wall started to swing open enough for a person to squeeze through the opening. Fia stuck her head out of the opening and held up a finger to her lips as a warning for silence. The fairy hovered in its cage and stopped making a racket. Inching fully out of the crawl space Fia stood up straight and dusted her clothes off before walking across the attic room. Fia was almost to the table and started to outstretch her hands to grab the little cage when a clicking sound reached her ears and the wooden plank she had stepped on sank about an inch into the floor. ‘A trap!?’ the hidden door she had come in through swung shut loudly behind her. “Tch.” Fia grabbed the cage off the table as footsteps started climbing the stairs.
Fia quickly attached the cage with the frightened fairy in it to the back of her belt, so that it was under her cloak and not in much danger of the fairy getting harmed. Reaching for the large rifle on her back, after making sure the fairy was secure, Fia braced herself for the small army that was coming up the stairs. As soon as the door burst open with a great amount of force behind it, Fia flipped the switch on the Hawk Rifle and a large blade slid out to the end of the weapon. Now wielding a spear like gun Fia stared at the angry humans as they shouted at her in the basic language. While she knew what they were saying she didn’t answer.
There was a moment of silence before Fia turned tail and bolted out the window on the opposite side of the attic. Four humans versus one fox was not something she wanted to do in a confined space like that. Putting her arms up she crashed through the window and rolled onto the ground twenty feet below. Fia could hear the fairy yelling and shouting at her for doing something so stupid, but she ignored it. She turned around and looked up at the broken window with her rifle at her shoulder and her eyes looking through the scope. Two of the idiots leaning out the window with swords almost regretted making that decision. Almost, because after two ear splitting shots from her rifle the dropped to her feet dead.
Lowering her rifle Fia looked around too see a small army was coming at her from both sides of the building. Most of them had swords and some carried spears or lances. They all charged Fia at the same time. Bringing her Hawk Rifle back up, she walked backwards quickly while firing the rifle and killing the first wave with the single firing rounds. A few men circled around her within a few feet, but that was a dangers move. Fia’s darling, the Hawk Rifle, could be handled at such close range. Holding the gun with one hand on the trigger, Fia twirled on the spot and held the trigger down as she spun. The Hawk Rifle’s semi-automatic firing mode caught the closer fighters by surprise. The people who were just out of range skidded to a halt and waited. “I shall take my leave now~!” Fia said coming to a stop with her twirl in a low bow. With her twirl over, her cloak still whipped around her body like someone was tugging on one end and pulling it all the way around her. As soon as the cloak made one wrap around her body she was gone in the blink of an eye.
Number Four [No. 4]
Name of Weapon/Armor: X-Death Description: X-Death is a customized semi-automatic pistol designed for as a side arm weapon. Crafted for one thing and one thing only, speed. While bulky, this gun doesn't have the range like her rifle or the punch of her shadowmancing skills but has the compact size to attack with speed and precision should traditional methods fail her. Designed as a traditional revolver save for it's bulky design. Instead of a normal 6 chamber revolver, the cylinder holds 8 shots in stead of the normal six, prompting it to have a longer fire rate. Outfitted with a 2x scope on top, the simple aiming device can be detached when needed but supplies the user additional accuracy. When reloading, the pistol itself is designed to be quick and efficient in that department as the "reel" or cylinder will actually eject with a flip of a switch on the gun very much like a magazine catch, This allows for a new cylinder to be slapped in and ready to fire once again. In addition to the fast reloading rate, the gun is an assassin's dream as it has a built in suppressor that eliminates most of the noise when fired. Every bit of the gun is hand crafted as well to avoid much mechanical noise as well such as a click of the cylinder or the inner workings of X-Death. Vented out on the sides this is made for the gun to drastically cut down on recoil as well, prompting it easily to handle higher rates of fire. Rank: C-Rank Passives: ---- Skills: ----
Skill Name Rank Description Rp Sample: Combined it with Mr. Stabby's sample c_c hope that's okay.
Give me some strengths and weaknesses from the bloodline: A big strength would be the illusions that they learn. The ability to play mind tricks is something that often turns the tide of a battle to the advantage of a Kakurenbo. After all it's easy to stab someone in the back when they're busy running through nonexistent flames or fighting invisible monsters. A weakness, however, is they are not psychically strong compared to other bloodlines. They also suffer from heightened senses and the obsession over their masks.
RP Sample (Be sure to include said strengths and weaknesses in your sample): (For sample purposes she has all her tails. I also apologize for the length. I got carried away o -o') (I'm also working on the custom weapons.)
Fia stared at the hand that was extended to her. She was looking sideways at a human male with short brown hair and medium iron armor. He seemed to be what was a typical 'warrior' or 'knight' type of guy. She stopped a wild boar (which was now dead in her clutches) from charging the oblivious man and slaughtering him instead. Truth be told she had been hunting it for awhile and didn't realize that was someone else roaming the forest and had caught the boar for dinner. After she had, unintentionally, saved the man he had thanked her enthusiastically and was currently waiting on a handshake from the silent fox.
The man just stood there with an awkward smile on his face. Nothing moved and the only noises came from the birds and bugs in the trees. A small gust of wind blew through the forest. As the wind died down before Fia actually moved. Her ears and all nine of her tails twitched slightly as she caught the man's scent on the wind. He smelled like he hadn't had a bath in a long while, not that it wasn't uncommon even Fia felt grimy after a few days of travel. However, there was a smell that concerned her a little bit, but she simply blew it off as the dead boar in her hands. Finally Fia took her left hand and slightly shook the man's right hand. Fia never did understand a handshake, but if it's what he wanted then so be it.
As soon as she grabbed the guys' hand she pulled into an uncomfortable one armed hug. "Well, well my foxy friend! I thank you for saving me from that wild beast you have a hold there, so allow me to treat you to dinner!" without waiting for an answer from her, he dragged her to a trail that wasn't far off from their location.
*~ about an hour later ~*
Fia sat quietly on her knees while she struggled with the rope that was tied around her wrists. Apparently the man she had rescued was not only a thief and a murderer, but also a vampire with a bunch of lackies at his beck and call. He had dragged her to a run down looking castle that looked like it had seen better days in the past and the inside was not much better. Fia was currently in what would have been a dungeon cell from the looks of it. However the bricks were crumbling apart in some places on the back wall and the iron door was a rusty red color. It wasn't exactly maxim security that much was certain.
The Vampire Lord, or whatever he had called himself, was seriously underestimating her. It was almost insulting. 'It stinks like a pig pen in here...' Rolling onto her back she maneuvered her arms under her feet so that they were now in front of her. While the vampire had taken her bag, sword, and guns Fia was not completely without a weapon. Putting a small amount of her energy into, what looked like a wrist guard, a small ripping sound broke the silence of the dungeon. A needle like blade ripped through the thin rope that had previously been tying her wrists together. Standing up and rubbing her wrists to get the circulation back in her arms, Fia glanced around the room to get a better look. The horrible sour stench she was smelling wasn't in the same room as herself. It seemed to be coming from a room a few jail doors down. Ignoring the burning that was in her nose Fia gently poked the rusty iron door.
The door squeaked a little and rattled on it's hinges at the touch. Red dust fell from the hinges as it shook. Fia grasped the bars and attempted to look down the hall way towards where she could hear voices and movement. There was a staircase not to far away, so she figured there was a door as well. 'Time to get out of here.' Fia stuck her right hand through the bars and took a slight breath. Snapping her fingers Fia created the illusion of a sound akin to a bomb going off in the dungeons. Immediately Fia hopped backwards into the cell and kicked the ropes that were on the floor into the corner of the small room. Upstairs she could hear a new commotion of loud thuds from people toppling out of chairs or beds, followed by muffled curses, and finally footsteps coming down the stairs.
Fia backed into the corner just right of the door and held her breath as she simply vanished into thin air. Seconds later the door was shoved open so violently it came off the hinges and clattered into the cell with a loud bang. Two men with swords drawn were standing in the center of cell completely dumbfounded. They were sure a bomb had just gone off. Although, there was no dust, hole, or any evidence of such a thing happening. Not only that their prisoner was no where to be seen. Fia was, in fact, still in the corner only she was completely camouflaged at the moment. Walking outside of the cell Fia waved her right hand up and down in the door way. To the men still searching the empty room the stone wall had just filled in the hole where the door should have been. Fia didn't stick around to see the two excellent mimes bang on a nonexistent door.
She ran down the down the hallway and hopped up the stairs two at a time. Still using her camouflage illusion, Fia was nothing more than a blur passing by people on the steps. She went mostly unnoticed on the steps. The first guy to have come down, she did bump into, but he blamed it on the fella just behind him as she got to the top of the stairs and came to a halt. At the top of the stairs Fia hut the heavy wooden door the dungeons and put the wooden bar that locked the door down, so that the four men in the dungeons wouldn't be a problem for her. They would be found sooner or later. Besides, they had a bathroom by the smell of it down here.
Fia looked around the area. There was one other long hallway, but what caught her eyes was a room that was just across the hall. The wall facing her was nothing more than rusty iron bars like what was below her feet in the dungeons, but it looked like a storage room. 'My bag must be in there.' Fia thought as she walked quickly into the room and rummaged through the stolen belongings that had been gathered over the years. Jewels, clothes, weapons, and even pots and pans were just a few things that the fox woman ignored. Her mind was set only on the white leather bag and weapons she had come into the castle with. Fia was fickle with very few things. She didn't like a particular sword to be taken away from her. In fact she loved the sword so much that she called it Precious. While she was looking for the bag her camouflage wore off to reveal Fia. Not finding Precious or anything else that belonged to her was really starting to frustrate her.
Luckily an outlet for that just came barreling around the corner to the dungeon door (where the four trapped guards were finally calling for help and banging on the locked door.) Fia stood up straight and glanced over her shoulder too see who it was that interrupted her search. It was another small group of three guys varying in sizes and age. Each held a different weapon. The one on the right held a great sword, the one on the left had a lance and the middle had a very large ax in hand. "Stop right there!" The one with the sword said. His two friends raised their weapons slightly just in case. Fia turned to the three men with her usually frown stuck on her face. "Where is my bag?" she asked showing no fear of the weapons or the goons holding them. "Like we're tellin' ya!" the ax man spoke up and started towards Fia with a hand outstretched. These men made several mistakes all in one little moment. The first was corning Fia in a room with only one exit. The other was placing a hand on her shoulder.
In a flash Fia grabbed the ax man's hand with her left and used her right hand to grab the back of the man's head by his hair. Before his two friends could help him out, the fox woman flipped the poor human over her head and sent him crashing back first into several barrels of gold and precious jewels. While Fia wasn't physically strong, she did know a thing or two about using her opponents strengths against themselves. Heavy people tended to be easy to flip like that so long as she braced herself first. Turing around Fia was able to see the lance coming straight at her. Ducking to her right Fia stretched out her left arm to grab the lance man by the neck. As soon as her fingers closed around his neck Mr. Stabby (her hidden blade) pierced several inches into his neck. The unfortunate soul hit the ground dead while his friend with the sword stood in shock at what just happened. In the length of several seconds one or both of his comrades were dead.
"Where is my..." Standing up straight, Fia was about to question the last man standing, but as soon as she had straightened up the great sword had clattered to the ground. The man was nothing more than a dust cloud going off in the distance down the hallway and taking a turn to the center of the castle by the looks of it. All nine of her tails puffed up in slight annoyance. Now she would have to track someone down. She glanced at the door to the dungeon which had stopped rattling, but the trapped men were still shouting or mumbling. She thought for several seconds about opening that door and finding out where her bag was, but there was four against one and that was to much for her to handle without the rest of her weapons. Besides that, that sour smell from below was starting to seep through the door. Fia's nose was starting to burn once more just from standing that close to the door, so she followed the dust trail from the man to the center of the castle.
*~ A few minutes and several wrong turns and dead ends later ~*
Fia's tails were now fully puffed up and her temper was dangerously short. If there was one thing she hated it was her lack of common sense when it came to directions in buildings. She had no idea why humans built such stone monstrosities with so many twists and turns and dead ends. To live in such cramped and confusing places made no sense to her at all. She had shocked and locked in several other people found in what she could only guess were the sleeping quarters for the mortals. One particular man was currently backing away from Fia as he could sense that something bad was about to happen. A low growl came from Fia as the man finally backed into the wall. The man let out a somewhat girlish scream as her left hand shot out from under her gray cloak and wrapped around his throat. Her nails grew into long and sharp claws on both hands. "Where is that Vampire!?" she demanded. Behind her mask, the man could see her blue and yellow eyes dangerously narrowing into a glare. She hadn't been able to find her bag in the many rooms she had found, so the only logical place for it to be was with that vampire.
The man she currently strangling pointed to a nearby window. Dragging her prisoner over to the window she looked out to see that she had somehow made to the third floor of the castle. But what grabbed her attention was the vampire standing out in the middle of the courtyard all by himself. In the light of the crescent it was easy to tell that he was indeed a vampire. The tall-tale red glowing eyes were a dead give away now. Fia had thought it was a trick of the fading sunlight before in the forest. Growling again Fia could see that the Vampire was holding her bag in a very taunting manner. Swinging it by the strap was annoying her to no ends. The stitching was durable, but swinging it like that would damage it anyways. Opening the window Fia shoved the man she was dragging around by the throat out the window. The man screamed, of course, but didn't hit the ground. He got caught by his shirt on a flag pole that was just a few below.
Making her way down into the courtyard Fia marched over to the arrogant vampire. She stopped in her tracks when the Vampire dropped her bag she huffed loudly. "It's impressive that you escape the castle in one piece, but you look rather worn out." Fia said nothing as the vampire took out a long and thin sword. "I suppose your 'knightly manner' only exceeds as far as dinner then? Fighting an unarmed opponent isn't exactly sporting of you is it?" Fia said crouching down slightly with her ears perked up towards the vampire and pointed to the vampire. The demonic man simply shrugged and gave her a creepy grin. "I don't really care for what the food thinks." He said and charged towards Fia at a full run. She started to run at the man as well. Just before the two got within striking distance of the vampires sword, Fia's footing found a large rock that was jutting out the ground. Jumping off the rock Fia took the vampire by surprise. The woman's human appearance suddenly changed shape to that of a giant, dark blue, nine-tailed fox. That's not that happened. In the next second after the sudden change Fia just upped and disappeared from sight altogether. The vampire swung in an attempt to hit the strange fox just before the disappearing act, but did nothing more than slash at thin air.
The vampire was suddenly all alone in the middle of courtyard. Whipping around he noticed that the leather bag was right where he left it. The only thing that was missing was the five foot tall, dark blue with blonde tipped fur, fox that had been about to bite him in the heck. 'Where did she...' as he tried to find his missing prey he slipped out a small dagger from his belt. FIa was quiet happy that her teleportation had worked along with her camouflage. It was always rather fun to watch whatever she was attacking go into a bit of a panic after. Knowing that there must be an unnaturally large fox stalking them was unsettling to say the least.
Fia let out a long and low growl from the vampires right hand side. It lasted just long enough for the vampire to turn around and throw the small dagger in Fia's general area. Fia ducked down to the ground to avoid the dagger and immediately reappeared on the spot while lunging for the vampires legs and snapping at his feet. The vampire stumbled backwards to avoid the sharp teeth and claws. He swung down, but missed from lack of balance. Fia backed away quickly before running up to his left and again snapping at his feet and even taken a go at getting his arms and hands. The two kept up the strange dance of backing, snapping, swiping and stumbling until the vampire lost all his balance on the rock that Fia had bounced off moment ago. The vampire looked back at Fia too see that she was back into her human form and that her left hand was aimed straight for his head.
*~ One high pitched and very girly shriek later ~*
Fia stopped walking through the woods with her ears perked up and looked backed towards the castle she had just escaped from minutes ago. A rare smile went across her face as she could only imagine what the arrogant vampire was going through right now. Illusions were a tricky business, but they made for rather funny escapes. She had wanted to stick around to see the vampire flail wildly at the illusion form of herself before hitting his head on the ground and coming out of the nightmarish battle. "Heh~" Fia chuckled slightly and patted her white bag and all her weapons lovingly. The bag was a little heavier than had been before she had gotten caught by the (now very embarrassed) vampire. When she had been tramping around the castle trying to find her way out, Fia had come across the extraordinary smells of the kitchen where the cooks were preparing to store the boar she had killed earlier. The cooks were all to happy to give her the salted pork back in nice little wrappings to keep from getting bad to quickly. 'At least I won't have to go hunting for a bit now~' Fia thought happily and continued on her journey.
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❖ Full Name: Myrh the Dragon xxxMryh xxxxMyrh or 'Myrrh' is a resin that can be used as oils and medicine to even wine.
❖ Nicknames / Aliases: xxxMyrh the Dragon xxxIt's self explanatory and always addresses herself as such. xxxLizard xxxUsed by a close friend of her's, but not exactly the most creative of names in Myrh's opinion.
❖ Speed: xxx 6 xxxx- 2 dodges xxxx- Can run up to 30 feet in a post
❖ Strength: xxx 8 [In human form] xxxx- Deal C Rank Damage with their Standard Attacks xxxx- easy to break rope and wire bindings, taking only one post. xxxx- Cannot break through any surfaces without using skills designed to do so xxxx- does 130 damage per standard attack
xxx 11 [in dragon form]
xxx- Deal B Rank Damage with their Standard Attacks xxx- Snap rubber and adhesive bindings after a full post xxx- Wooden walls and doors will take 40 energy for you to break down xxx- does 160 damage per standard attack
❖ Energy Color: xxx
❖ Hit Points: xxx780
❖ Energy Reserve: xxx600
❖ Talent: xxx- - - -
❖ Battle Strength: xxx • Her intelligence is often her greatest strengths. Able to understand almost any language comes in handy not only when you have to sell something in a Marketplace but also when reading from a tome of spells collected over time. If there is something that she cannot read she will figure it out even if it takes a lifetime and being a dragon that is a very long time.
xxx • Surprisingly Mryh hits like a ton of bricks. Don't be fooled by her bookish looks or it might be the last thing you do. She has spent many years learning how to use a weapon that humans call a Sabre. She found the fighting style that goes with this particular weapon to be far more suited to her than to simply go raging about as a giant terrifying beast that humans tell stories to frighten young children with.
❖ Battle Weakness: xxx • Her major weakness is the (incredibly thick) book that she carries around with her. It is attached to her hip in ever meaning of the words. The book is a tome of spells that is the major source of her magic. If she loses it every spell takes a heavy toll on her. However, even if she has the book it's still a problem because anyone who can sense magic can track her through it.
xxx • Mryh has a slight little tiny problem. Shiny objects distract her. Anything worth being called a treasure is almost sure to be snatched up by this dragon. Mryh loves her treasure and will literally storm a castle if it meant getting more of the precious gems and baubles. She doesn't sell anything though. Or at least she tries her darnedest to avoid having to. This little obsession as gotten her into more trouble than she cares to admit.
❖ Age: xxxUnknown xxxMyrh doesn't remember her exact age. xxxIf she had to guess she'd be a good 1000 years old. xxxHer looks change from time to time. Sometimes she appears as a child and sometimes as a woman in 40's or 50's.
❖ Height: xxxHer height varies with her forms. xxxAs a human she rarely get's over 5'6''. xxxTwelve feet even when standing on her hind legs | Eight feet when on all fours [As a dragon] xxxFrom the tip of her nose to the end of her tail she is thirteen and a half feet long. With a wing span of eighteen feet.
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