Character Name: Winter
Race: Breton
Class: Rogue Assassin.
Gender: Female
Appearance: Winter is tall and lean, around 5”9 and all legs. She has long, cascading, black hair that reaches her lower back when left alone, pale ivory skin and icy blue eyes. Her lips are usually painted an eye catching red shade, from berries or the blood of her enemies, depending on her mood at the time.
Personality: “I might save your life, I might steal your horse, who knows?” Winter is generally a rather self-contained individual. When she does speak, her words are laced with sarcasm and her general discontent towards the population as it stands. She is intelligent and cunning, but cold and icy as well. She may joke and laugh on the outside, but within she feels nothing, and would not oppose killing someone if it suited her will.
Combat Prefs: She is sneaky, stealthy and fond of backstabbing. Winter wants to get in as close as she can to her prey, she wants to watch the light flicker out as it leaves their eyes. She prefers a quiet, unsuspecting route, but is not opposed to charging in head first to get the job done. She wields twin swords normally, or occasionally swaps them out for daggers or a combination of the two. Long range, she uses a bow or throwing daggers. She has an untapped skill with magic, but makes no real effort to improve the skill, finding it does little to sate her bloodlust. On the other hand, however. She does enjoy mixing potions and poisons now and then, more of the latter however.
Skills: Sneak, One-handed, Speech, Light Armor, Lock-picking, Pick-pocket, Archery, Alchemy.
Misc: (Background) Winter wasn’t always the cold hearted creature she is now.
Years ago, when she was still quite young, a mysterious man arrived in her village. He was tall and pale-skinned, almost sickly so, but he was incredibly handsome despite that. This strange man was so very hypnotic and charming, that she could not resist falling in love with him. He treated her like a princess, all smiles and lavish gifts, jokes and heartfelt poetry. He was, in every sense of the worse, the perfect man. As time passed, she grew closer and closer to him, hanging on his every word, absolutely enthralled by his very existence. She trusted him. In time, he proposed to her, despite her obvious youth, with his wealth he swayed her family in accepting the proposal, and they scheduled a date to be married. On the eve of her wedding day, he shared his secret with her. In truth, he was a vampire. At first she felt fear, but he convinced her that he was genuine and would not bring any harm to her or her village. He swore he loved her and that he would protect her with his very being.
He lied.
That night, she awoke to screaming. The settlement was alight with fire and bloodshed. The man had led a coven of vampires straight to her town. There was death at every corner and hell-fire glowing in each window. Winter fled to her parents room to find them bloodied and slain. With horror, she moved to her little sisters room, searching for the girl. She found her sister hiding beneath her bed, trembling in fear and horror.
“Come, sera, we’ll flee this place.” Winter took her sisters hand and snuck out the back door of their home, trying to avoid detection. Into the dark of night they fled, abandoning the only home they had ever known, as it was devoured in flames and screams, awash in blood and sin.
After traveling for a week, the two sisters were exhausted and stopped at a nearby cabin to request aid. The couple there nursed the sisters back to health and took care of them for a few years following the horrific event.
With time, they grew to view the couple as grandparents, caring deeply for them, and finally moving past the horror that was their childhood and beginning to feel and act quite normal again.
But tragedy never strikes just once.
Somehow, despite all the time that had passed, the same vampires that had destroyed her village, had found her again. She looked for the man she had loved among their ranks, but she did not find him.
The vampires were a smaller number this time, but they dispatched her grandparents quickly and easily. Her little sister was horrified and frozen in place, but Winter refused to allow her life to be stolen from her, not after working so hard to regain it again. She fought back, killing two of the three vampires. But the third had set its sight on the child instead of Winter.
Winter was not fast enough to stop it. By the time she dealt the final blow to the vampire, her little sister was already dead.
Falling to her knees, Winter wept, clinging to her sisters lifeless body, surrounded by blood of family and foe. The horrifying realization that everyone she had ever loved was dead and gone…
But no.
Not
everyone.
There still existed one person she once loved, that prowled the nights like the fiend that he is. Stealing innocent lives away.
It is said that something changed inside Winter that night. As she dug three graves, one amongst them tinier than the others, her heart turned to ice, and her soul wept quietly inside her as she laid her little sisters body in the ground.
She would find him. She would destroy him. Nothing would get in her way, and only the cruel and cold, eternal embrace of death would stop her this time. And perhaps not even that.
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