☠ Assassin ☠
Hello, my name is Solvi Aleit. 'Solvi' means "sun" and "strength" in Old Norse, and 'Aleit' means "noble" and "kind" in Ancient German. "Aleit" is actually my middle name, but I'm pretending it's my last name to hide my real one, Ivars. "Ivars" is Old Norwegian for "bow" and "warrior".
I'm 17 years old, but it's hard to tell because my face looks young and my eyes look old.
I'm into guys and girls, and I am looking for someone who can find my heart. I'm also looking for a real friend, someone who looks past my heritage as an assassin and Fox Demon.
I am transferring into my third year of school.
Most people think that I'm arrogant and sarcastic- and I want people to think so, because I'm afraid of connecting with others.
I'm actually compassionate and ethical, but an assassin's life has hidden these qualities behind sorrow.
I have a black assassin's marking on the outside of my left ankle and a silver tattoo on the outside of my right ankle. The tattoo is a crescent moon with sun rays- a promise I made to myself to hide the girl I always wanted to be.
My fighting style is to isolate the target and swiftly attack.
The ability I chose is Demonic Suppression. This ability allows me to hide my Fox Demon heritage and innate fighting skills, so that I appear to be weaker and less skilled than I actually am.
My weakness is my compassion for others. This is a fatal flaw for an assassin- one which my name makes a mockery of. My mother enrolled me at Royal Prep so that I could assassinate a Noble or Knight and prove myself worthy of the name "Ivars".
I carry around my katana, strapped to my back in a black case.
I am going to target anyone I am told to. My mother, who leads the Ivars Insurgency Agency (IIA), has't given my orders yet.
I am an assassin, but I am undercover as a Royal.
My mission is to assassinate the target and uphold the Ivars family honor. I have always doubted my family's code of ethics- but could I ever join a society prejudiced against demons?
My story is complicated. I have Fox Demon heritage, and my natural form has fox ears, a tail and harsh eyes. My hair is silver, and I am slender and agile. My features are too delicate and striking to pass as a Knight. My family runs the IIA (Ivars Insurgency Agency) and is infamous for their deeds. If it is discovered that I am their heir, I will be attacked on sight.
As a child I was taught to kill. Efficiently. Watching from the shadows, I began to realize that I was not 'normal' in my family- I didn't have the same blood lust. Yet, as I surpassed my older siblings in skill, and was favored by my parents, I hid my disgust and pity. At my coming of age ceremony, my siblings and I were locked in a dark cellar. When the door was unlocked, I was the only one to come out.
Some years after becoming the heir to the IIA, I encountered a young Royal lost in our city. I was going to kill her- I was so close to it. But her eyes... just like the ones I used to know. Of course, I was punished severely. "Compassion," whispered mother, "is for those who desire nothing of life." To prove myself the rightful heir, I was sent on an assassination mission at Royal Prep the following year.
Oh, and by the way... even if I have a conflicted past, I'm still an assassin. Don't ever forget that.
