Post by Verdana on Nov 18, 2010 11:47:44 GMT -5
(by HunterSakura, for me)
[shadow=black,left,300]Basics
[/u][/size][/shadow][/center]Name: Shaygrin Syncrame
Nicknames/Aliases: Shay, Butterfly,
Gender: Female
Age: Mid sixties (though you wouldn't think it to look at her)
Line of Work: Part-time mercenary and assassin, but mostly just a vagabond of her own devising.
Rank: Member of the Council of Charlatans.
Race: A hodgepodge mix of Sylvan, elf, dwarf, vampyre, and possibly part cheesecake too.
[shadow=black,left,300]Appearance
[/u][/size][/shadow][/center]Hair: Long, jet-black, held back rather unsuccessfully in a ponytail.
Eyes: Blue-grey and laughing.
Skin tone: Pale, almost embarrassingly so.
Build:Small and thin, but with wiry little muscles.
Height: Short, easily mistaken for a teenage girl.
Scars: None visible. Please, she's a professional.
Piercings/tattoos: There's a sort of silvery squiggle on her shoulder that could look like a feather in some lights, but it might just be your imagination.
Attire: Ever-changing, usually quite casual. However, she always wears well-made and better-worn knee-high boots of black leather. Carries a pack on her back.
Weaponary: There's a small dagger behind her ear, and everything else is like her clothing: ever changing. Whatever she can steal at the time, she uses until she can sell it or trade it for something better.
Other:
[shadow=black,left,300]Personality
[/u][/size][/shadow][/center]Spirited. That's what you'll see at first impression. A fire that flickers with humour, mirth and mischief seems to glow out of her eyes. In her way, she's merciless too. Manipulative, intelligent, beguiling... Up until she runs off with the week's pay, then she's just a nuisance. Often in trouble, even more frequently up to no good, Shaygrin's got an appetite for trouble and a desire to conquer. She's proud, cocky, believes very strongly in her own self-importance but has a sense of humour and fun that makes it almost bearable Almost.
She loves mangoes. Loves them. Almost to an obsession. Same with music. Stealing's sort of her obsession too, but she thinks of that as more of a sport. Loves to cause trouble, adores attention.
But for all the things she likes, there are things she hates. Fish, for example. Living or dead, she can't stand them. She also hates to be proven wrong or slighted. Despises losing. If losing was a person, she'd have it killed.
Other than that, she'd pretty normal. Note the sarcasm.
[shadow=black,left,300]Skills
[/u][/size][/shadow][/center]Strengths: She's a skilled fighter, fast and dextrous. She's street-smart, with an incredible sense of smell to guide her. Shay is well-tuned to the criminal underworld. She knows how to act, how not to, where to go to get what she needs. She's an entertainer, and can perform musically, with dance and however else you can imagine, making her a skilled con artist. She knows people, and knows how to milk them. She moves fast, and heals from wounds faster.
Weaknesses: She's proud, insufferably so, to the extent that when she makes a statement, she sticks to it and tends to refuse to see any other opinions. She's of light build, and is easy to overpower. If you can catch her. She has a tendency to be predictable, and has very little tolerance to alcohol. Which is unfortunate, given her occupation. Her most debilitating weakness is that she's incredibly clumsy and absent-minded. Drops things, leaves things lying around, falls over when she tries to run too fast.
Fears: She's terrified of thunder, absolutely terrified. It makes her want to hide in a corner. She's scared of being alone (truly alone). There are other things too. Pfft, I'm not telling you!
Training: You'll have to wait and see.
Powers or abilities: She can flit, a movement where the user can get from one place to another in an instant. She is intuitive to a degree that it is almost, but not quite, mind-reading. Shay can also talk to animals. She doesn't like to, though. She finds them boring. She has selective night-vision. Again, there's more, but that would make it too easy.
Other:
[shadow=black,left,300]History
[/u][/size][/shadow][/center]Shay knows about where she comes from. She knows full well. But when she's questioned about where she came from, her face closes up, her eyes darken and she looks like an injured puppy. What is known is that she comes from Sylvan lineage, but is some sort of mixture, and knowing the Sylven's feelings towards halfbreeds, a lot can be assumed...
She was found in an orphanage by a particularly disreputable band of thieves, called the Tarmagh (which, as is custom, is the root of her surname. The 'ev' is unique, marking her as female. The only one female). They were a motely crew, made up by a variety of different races, and took, if not pity, then at least interest on ths girl, so hard to place, so imaginitive and alone, for all her friends.
When she was adopted, (see stolen), it was made very clear what she was. An experiment. The group had never taken on a girl before, and feared for their reputation. This fear was needless. She learnt fast, worked well, and soon had a stunning reputation all her own. The band came to love her, the rest of the world, to fear and respect her.
It wasn't to last. This kind of arrangement rarely does. There was a mistake. The details are sketchy, and the only thing one can safely say about the incident was that it revolved around the Temple of Fate, a potato salad and a particularly vibrant shade of blue. The band was forced to scatter, and terminate contact. She was scarecely 60 years of age at the time.
So she wandered alone, learning from many, duping many more, developing, gathering tools, skills, knowledge. And where she may go now? Who knows. Least of all her, that's for sure.
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