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| Liane Cavell | Apr 20 2009, 05:21 PM Post #1 |
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Alias: Liane Cavell Gender: Female Age: 23 Hair: Blond, held back in ponytail. Hidden in hood when it's up. Eyes: Green Skin: White, slightly tanned Height: 5'0" Stature: Thin, athletic, very relaxed. Unique Traits: Very agile and has great balance. Strengths: Freerunning, gathering information, up-close assassinations Weaknesses: Ranged combat, I guess. She doesn't keep throwing knives on her person, but if she thinks she'll need them, Liane doesn't have a problem with stealing a few. She also dislikes firearms; they make too much of a noise. Allegiance: Assassins Primary Weapon: Sword, hidden blade Armor/Clothing: Worn leather boots (laced), brown pantaloons and black top. Over this she wears the white frock w/ hood that's customary of the assassins, though the hood is only raised during the actual assassination; it opens at her solar plexus and doesn't go below her knees. Wears red silk scarf around her waist. Sword is kept on her waist on the right side and is usually hidden in the frock. Other: WHY IS COMING UP WITH AN OUTFIT SO HARD T_T Biography: Liane was born a killer; her mother died during childbirth. This left her with a father who didn't want a daughter and barely allowed her to live in the house. The house itself was in the country, hovering on the outskirts of a small town. Her father tried to abandon her in the woods as an infant, but only managed to go for a few hours before returning and taking her back. Still, he wanted a son, not a daughter. That's when he came to a compromise; he would raise the girl as his son, teaching her to do things that men would usually do. The times were changing and perhaps by the time the Revolution was over, she would be acceptable. He named her Liane (means sun, get it?) and did just that. She was taught to chop wood and hunt just as any other boy would be by his father. As she got older, she was taught how to sword fight by an ex-soldier that lived nearby. Liane didn't discover her love of freerunning until she moved to Paris. Having lived in a small town all her life, she wasn't used to the crowds in a large city and much preferred to take the rooftops. This sometimes got her in trouble, but she didn't mind. Most of the time she was mistaken as a boy; indeed, to this day Liane still dresses as a male. She was adopted in to the Brotherhood after a member saw her do something that had become a habit of hers; rescuing citizens. Alleyways were easy to reach from above, and sometimes she would witness people being mugged or assaulted in the shadows. On these occasions, Liane would drop down and quickly kill the aggressors, then take off. It happened that one on of these occasions an assassin was going to answer the call, but turned the corner just in time to see a smaller figure fall down to the bottom of the alley. Liane killed the first man on the way down, and the second while he was stunned. After this she took off, the assassin right behind her. Of course, he caught up and tackled her, then was questioned on her skills. At first the assassin was surprised, he hadn't been expecting a female, but then suggested that she join the Brotherhood. By that point, Liane didn't have a choice; he'd told her that she could agree or take a chance at outrunning him to escape. Naturally, she agreed. This was when she was eighteen. She was trained for three years, learning to fight and run better, then inducted a year ago. |
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| Altais | Apr 20 2009, 06:16 PM Post #2 |
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In battle of beasts, in a master beat A medieval gladiator that will wreck the beats I go through marrow and bone My arrow and bow, words running away as I scatter the flow Now let it go (put it down) Chase 'em all (just grab them) Make your move, before you're losing the momentum Red ink, white feather, unerasable wrath And another character loss as I follow the path I won't break or fall Hunt them down till I find every Last damn soul Making my way home again The chosen (Run away, your fate is sealed) | |
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