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| [A] Harem; With Her Russian Accent... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 23 2009, 02:40 PM (303 Views) | |
| Harem | Apr 23 2009, 02:40 PM Post #1 |
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Alias: Harem Gender: Female Age: 23 Hair: Harem's hair is long and is a dark brown, almost black when not in the presence of a light source. She takes advantage over the length of her hair, often using it to cover her face. Eyes: Harem's eyes are a light brown or hazel colour. During her missions, they are the only part of her face that is not covered. Skin: Harem's skin is a very pale white due to her time spent in darkness. Height: She reaches to a height of 5 foot, 3 inches or 160 centimetres. Stature: She is rather thin and very graceful even in the most stressful of times. Unique Traits: Harem is very graceful, quick and quiet. She also appears to captivate males with an innocent smile. Strengths: Harem is very graceful, quick and quiet. Her stealthy tactics are well known and in some cases can take out a room of enemies without being noticed. Weaknesses: Her reliability on stealth tactics makes her an instantly vulnerable target once spotted. Although she could take out a single target easily, against a larger number of enemies she can easily be defeated. Primary Weapon: Harem's main weaponry consists of hidden blades on her arms and feet and a small collection of throwing knifes. Armour/Clothing: Harem wears a white frock and black clothing underneath, which is usually unseen except for her lower legs. She also wears a "bandana" or cloth around her mouth and nose to conceal her identity and occasionally wears a headband to hold back her hair. Harem also wears white gloves and black boots. Other: A small bag of spices used for irritating the eyes of an enemy. Mostly used on more dangerous missions because of the cost of spices. Biography: Haram was born to a poor family in a small town, a short distance south-west of Paris, France. The town was secretly home to slaves who worked for the farmers in the area for a few pennies and just enough food and supplies to live. The farmers made plenty of money on the merchants who came through town, often selling wheat or bread for slightly lower than average prices. Armed guards, who were paid by the farmers to keep their possessions safe and the slaves within reach, patrolled the small town daily and killed anyone who discovered the dark secret. Harem's family were part of the slaves; the father and his son leaving early in the morning and returning late at night to make what little money and supplies they could. From birth, Harem could see that her father and brother were in constant pain and knew there was a life outside of the small little town. She learned to speak and walk quickly for her age and her parents saw her full potential. At the age of ten, Harem was taught the basic fundamentals of stealth by her father. She would be raised to steal from the farmers, grabbing food and money quickly and quietly without anybody discovering. Harem found the exercises fun and exciting, and after a few years she was sent to begin her task, which included stealing a few apples and a loaf of bread. It was dangerous and everybody knew so, but if Harem could pull it off their quality of life would increase drastically. Her mother cried herself to sleep as Harem left, while her father and brother send their byes and good wishes. Setting out right after midnight, Harem snuck into the house of one of the poorer farmers without being noticed. She found a loaf of bread, a small bucket of fruit and even a container of spices. It was more than she planned to grab and so decided to return home as quickly as possible to avoid detection. Later that night, their family would celebrate, not just of the food, but of Harem's safe return. These infiltrations would continue happening for the next few years with nobody suspecting anything. However, eventually things took a turn for the worst. Harem's father was sent to the fields, but only her brother showed up later that night. It would take a few days before her father would return, but he would return sick and weak. His body showed many signs of physical abuse, and Harem cried for hours thinking she had been caught. After a week, her father passed away. Harem screamed and yelled and turned into a fiery ball of rage. A day later, she convinced her mother that she was fine, and pretended to carry on business as usual. During the night, Harem woke up and crept into the house that belonged to their "slaver". She was prepared to kill, and made the death of the farmer and painful as possible. By morning, a small crowd had collected around the house in shock. Harem would kill a farmer or two each night until they were all dead. With nobody to pay the guards, they disbanded and the slaves unleashed their anger. Harem's life of the assassins had begun, although it would be three years before she was officially classed as an assassin. Since her family could not support itself, Harem had continued to steal in order to survive. Nobody discovered who was behind the thefts until one day she was caught by a hooded man. In that instant she knew she was going to die. But what the man did was not what she expected. The hooded man was part of a group of assassins, a group that had been watching Haram for some time. In exchange for abilities, the group would gladly take care of the rest of her family as long as neither of them saw each other. |
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| Altais | Apr 23 2009, 03:04 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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