Name: Siva'Ran [Pronounced Siv-ah-raw-n] Rind
Age: 32
Race: Damza
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Unshown in the image above, is a set of smaller limbs under her cloak. Not long enough for regular function but ideal for holding more weaponry if hers is dropped in combat.
Height: 5'3
Weight: 125 lbs, but without her weapons its more like 111lbs.
Occupation: Assassin, and hired mercenary.
Abilities: By virtue of her birth she is gifted with Poison Tiya, she often pairs it with her blades makes her all the more deadly. She is acrobatic enough to be able to hide herself in small spaces, but strong enough to hold her weight up in a rafter if she had to. Siva has deadly accuracy with throwing knives, and even daggers.
Weaknesses: She has the thought she is invincible, even though she isn't. She doesn't handle cold well even if it's food items, something about it just makes her function really slow. She has a large crack in the side middle of her tail, usually bandaged but a big weak point. Siva has allergies to certain wildflowers, her head becomes foggy and is always partnered with a headache aggressive as she in combat. Tag tail heavy.
Fear(s): The idea of someone crushing her tail, terrifies her. Had a scare with a large rock from one of her missions she thought she would have to lose it.
Also not being able to pass off her genetics at some point.After all the world after her, deserves at least another a little like her. Likely not as proficient though.
Motive(s): Ideally she would like to see the world burn,just the delight of seeing chaos. But, she settles for making money off those that don't like to get their hands dirty. Otherwise, her only motive is thrill.
Quirks: She plays with her food, will purposely speak in rhyme when speaking to people that are not of her race. Picks her teeth with her dagger, even if it has been recently used. Twitches.
Personality: Naturally quiet, but hardly untalkative though never anything that is useful to others. Shallow, is not afraid to hurt some feelings to have things go the way she wishes. Unapologetic. Believing fully that she is never in the wrong. She likes to play, but mostly cat and mouse and mind types. She is a tad bit nicer to her own kind.
Backstory: Siva had a straightforward life as far as her kind is considered. As soon as she was able to read, sign, and write her assassin training began. She had the luxury being born into a very exclusive hive, was raised to be a proper little killer to fall into the footsteps of her predecessors. Even if that meant first they would have to test her to see if she would break over time. She was successful in her training a precious little damzaling to be more than just a little proud of. When she got older it was finally time for her to make a name for herself in the hive as a capable assassin. She had her first kill at age eleven.
As the years rolled on her kill count increased tenfold, having a record of two hundred kills by the time she was twenty four. The hive appreciated her as a champion. But, it was time to make some room for new broods being born. They cut her loose from the hive, in protest several members also had to be sacked in a gruesome way. Giving her more than enough to last on her own. If any of among them could hope to start their own fury filled hive it was her.This was a necessary end for Siva. She had seen the members of her hive at this point as a hindrance to her potential. She was free to take on whatever missions she choose or could obtain.
In current events, she is working in, around, near no one quite can tell, the region of Rasa, to increase her client base. While still firmly grasping to her desire to join the Hive of the Queen or form her own under her reign.
Age: 32
Race: Damza
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Unshown in the image above, is a set of smaller limbs under her cloak. Not long enough for regular function but ideal for holding more weaponry if hers is dropped in combat.
Height: 5'3
Weight: 125 lbs, but without her weapons its more like 111lbs.
Occupation: Assassin, and hired mercenary.
Abilities: By virtue of her birth she is gifted with Poison Tiya, she often pairs it with her blades makes her all the more deadly. She is acrobatic enough to be able to hide herself in small spaces, but strong enough to hold her weight up in a rafter if she had to. Siva has deadly accuracy with throwing knives, and even daggers.
Weaknesses: She has the thought she is invincible, even though she isn't. She doesn't handle cold well even if it's food items, something about it just makes her function really slow. She has a large crack in the side middle of her tail, usually bandaged but a big weak point. Siva has allergies to certain wildflowers, her head becomes foggy and is always partnered with a headache aggressive as she in combat. Tag tail heavy.
Fear(s): The idea of someone crushing her tail, terrifies her. Had a scare with a large rock from one of her missions she thought she would have to lose it.
Also not being able to pass off her genetics at some point.After all the world after her, deserves at least another a little like her. Likely not as proficient though.
Motive(s): Ideally she would like to see the world burn,just the delight of seeing chaos. But, she settles for making money off those that don't like to get their hands dirty. Otherwise, her only motive is thrill.
Quirks: She plays with her food, will purposely speak in rhyme when speaking to people that are not of her race. Picks her teeth with her dagger, even if it has been recently used. Twitches.
Personality: Naturally quiet, but hardly untalkative though never anything that is useful to others. Shallow, is not afraid to hurt some feelings to have things go the way she wishes. Unapologetic. Believing fully that she is never in the wrong. She likes to play, but mostly cat and mouse and mind types. She is a tad bit nicer to her own kind.
Backstory: Siva had a straightforward life as far as her kind is considered. As soon as she was able to read, sign, and write her assassin training began. She had the luxury being born into a very exclusive hive, was raised to be a proper little killer to fall into the footsteps of her predecessors. Even if that meant first they would have to test her to see if she would break over time. She was successful in her training a precious little damzaling to be more than just a little proud of. When she got older it was finally time for her to make a name for herself in the hive as a capable assassin. She had her first kill at age eleven.
As the years rolled on her kill count increased tenfold, having a record of two hundred kills by the time she was twenty four. The hive appreciated her as a champion. But, it was time to make some room for new broods being born. They cut her loose from the hive, in protest several members also had to be sacked in a gruesome way. Giving her more than enough to last on her own. If any of among them could hope to start their own fury filled hive it was her.This was a necessary end for Siva. She had seen the members of her hive at this point as a hindrance to her potential. She was free to take on whatever missions she choose or could obtain.
In current events, she is working in, around, near no one quite can tell, the region of Rasa, to increase her client base. While still firmly grasping to her desire to join the Hive of the Queen or form her own under her reign.
