Wither -Forgot Current Last Name-

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[size="5"]Character Name[/size]

Nicknames: Kaede, Kittun, Little one, The Red Creature, and pretty much all variations of 'Wither' (Withur, Withar, ect)
Age: 28
Gender: Femae
Race: Human
Status: Alive and quite well

Description
Height: 4'11 or 5'0 if she straightens her back enough
Weight: 99 lbs
Body Type: Fairly lean, though strong from years of hard training in the Shields
Eyes: Red
Hair: Dark Blue
Skin: Very very pale
Markings/Tattoos: A long scar going the entire length of her right hip from when she was struck by an axe in Ildon as a young girl. Many other scars from when she was kidnapped by orcs at the age of ten.
Health: Overall pretty healthy
Personality: Occasionally acts a bit crazy, is really just testing how people respond. Tends to be mistrusting of those she does not deem family, but is fully devoted to those she holds close.
Inventory: Elysian Light Armor, bread, assassin gauntlets, her original pair of metal claws from when she was a young Elysian, occasionally a salva, throwing knives, and her current pair of metal claws.
Further Details: Masque of the Red Death

[size="3"]Life Style[/size]
Alignment*: Shhh
Deity*: Metzli
Religion: She believes in what the kha do, though she does not fully understand it. (Or much at all, really)
Alliance/Nation/Home Prefers to be a drifter, though she loves Salvus and seems to never be able to forsake it.
Job/Class: Well, she has been a royal guard, leader of a military force, and spy. So I would have to say her job/class would be somewhere between a rogue and a fighter.
Title(s):

Former titles: Adriat of the Elysians, Constable of recruiting for the Shields, Baroness of house Valois, High Guard of Claxons, Leader of the Claxdon Bannermen, and probably a few I have forgotten.

Current titles: Masque of the Red Death

Profession(s): Ex royal guard, former Constable of recruitment for the Shields, ect
Special Skill(s): Violin maker, mask maker, and killer
Flaw(s): Seems drawn to crazies, or they are drawn to her, or even both. Occasionally suffers weakness in a knee, among other things.

[size="3"]Magic*[/size]
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[size="3"]Weaponry[/size]
Fighting Style: Jump in, slash, jump out
Trained Weapon: Short sword, crossbow, throwing knives, poison darts, metal claws, assassin gauntlets, and her teeth.
Favored Weapon: Teeth and metal claws
Archery: Crossbow skill is okay, regular bow skills are very rusty.

Biography
Parents: Real parents are dead. Hawkes the Pale, first adoptive father is assumed dead. Second adoptive parent, Acaele (female elf), unknown. Third adoptive parent, Scicle, is deceased.
Siblings: Corvo the Pale
Children: Mayah Aveere (deceased), Benton Aveere (alive), Jay Aveere (alive), Zakia (deceased), Unknown child (unknown)
Extended Family: Lutta Athena (grandmother, deceased), Aengoth (adoptive Uncle), Arzota (adoptive uncle/father), Doone (adoptive uncle), Gavin Douglas (adoptive uncle)
Pet(s): Zlo, her owl
HistoryOh boy. Wither's history is a very long thing that will take a while. I'll try to add to it as I remember though.

-Age Ten-

It was yet another beautiful day, and the young Wither grew tired of waiting for Hawkes the Pale to return home from his monster hunting trip. Climbing down the ladder, she left the cramped room she shared with her brother, Corvo. Quietly sneaking outside, she looked around Arethor. It was as busy as ever, yet her brother was no where to be seen. Taking her chance, Wither wandered off to go explore.
 

As she walked to cloud temple, a druid greeted her. This startled Wither, who, for a horrified moment, thought she had been caught by father. After a moment though, she realized it was not father and calmed down. After a few moments of talking Wither followed the druid to a rather large tree. The druid and she spoke for a while, then she was told to rest and the druid left.

 

Though the druid had warned Wither that it was dangerous outside after dark, Wither was still curious about the outside of where she was. Being the curious child that Wither was (and really still is at times), she quietly got up and went outside. A growl and the sound of herself running were the last things she remembers of this encounter, a zombie having chased her up a tree and a few misfortunate events after that she awoke at the cloud temple.

 

Returning home, she apologized feverishly to father for disobeying. He was understanding of her curious nature and so she was forgiven. A few days after this occurred, Corvo and Wither were wandering around outside of Arethor, as they often did. Corvo spotted a baby slime and so the two children approached it, their curiosity overwhelming them. It was a friendly slime, not attacking either of them. With a glance at each other they both grinned, the same plot forming in their heads.

 

Leading the tame slime home, they summoned the courage to ask Hawkes the Pale if they could keep it. After a bit of coaxing he finally agreed, upon the condition that it was kept in their room. Overjoyed, the two children spent the rest of the day trying to get the slime up the ladder to their room. Victorious at last, the two children watched their slime jump around until they fell asleep. During this time, Hawkes the Pale could be heard grumbling about the slime dripping from the trapdoor above his room.

 

A couple of months passed without any incident worth noting, all was fairly peaceful. Wither had come to befriend a spider that lived on the outskirts of town, and slowly had been getting braver and braver, until she was able to approach it without any fear. On this day she reached out, gently petting the spider's back. The spider did nothing aggressive, and Wither was overjoyed at this. In her mind, she began to quickly form plans of how to get Hawkes the Pale let her keep the spider.

 

During these thoughts, she did not hear her brother approach. At first he was nervous of the spider, after all, Hawkes the Pale, their father, was a monster hunter. Wither was able to coax him into petting the spider though, and soon both children began to debate how to get father to let them keep the spider. During this conversation, a guard of Arethor came over to them, neither one aware of the approaching danger.

 

Without warning the guard struck, killing the spider. Horrified, Wither began to cry, staring at the body of her beloved spider. Both children argued with the guard, and Hawkes the Pale was brought up. The guard vowed to kill him too, just like he had killed the spider. Wither had never been a hateful child, always one to smile and wave to strangers, befriending everyone. This guard however, he was different. This one had killed her pet, and threatened to do the same to Wither's father. Dread and fear overwhelmed the young girl who was terrified for her adoptive father's life.

 

A few days passed and nothing had happened, yet. Wither had not forgotten the guard's vow though, and was always worried and on the lookout for him. At this time she began to spend less and less time at Arethor, for fear of running into that guard. Instead, she began to spend more time at the cloud temple, finding herself feeling more at peace there.

 

One night, while studying the moon and enjoying the cold night air, Wither happened to look towards the cloud temple library. There, perched on top of a bookcase outside of the library stood someone she had not seen before. A pumpkin was on top of his head, and at first Wither did not believe it was a real, breathing being.

 

Curious, she approached it and began to talk to it. The creature spoke to Wither as well, and soon enough they became friends. It would not be for some time though that Wither would learn it's name was Knox. For now, however, Wither was taught something new, something she uses even to this day.

 

Knox, having grown tired of Wither's unending questions, had placed a finger to her lips and made a quiet "Shhh" noise. Wither obediently nodded, and once his finger was gone, she placed her own finger to her lips and nodded once more. In future meetings, this would come to be Knox's way of telling Wither to hush.

 

 

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