Zrye

[Zrye]

Zrye (Insert Banner Name Here If You'd Like) Basic Information Race: Panther Kelvic Birthday & Age : Season of Spring, Day 24, 511 AV Gender: Female Languages Common: Fluent Pavi: Basic Ancient tongue: Poor Physical Description Zrye has long, plum-colored hair that she pulls back with two yellow barrettes. Her eyes are two different colors, her right eye a baby blue and her left eye a bright green. Her skin isn't too pale, but is light colored. She usually wears flowing clothes unless she has been hired to "deal with" people who owe her clients money. Character Concept Zrye is clever and sharp. She knows when to speak, and when to listen. This is very useful quality to her boss. She is extremely loyal, but very distrusting. During her missions, she is stealthy and quick. She leaves no witnesses. She has no mercy for others. Off the job, she is quite shy and easily intimidated by others, usually causing her to flee. Zrye has a conflicting soul inside of her, which ends up pushing her away from everyone who tries to care for her. When faced with a challenge, she will most likely run, unless she is doing something for a client. At night, she takes care of some "business" for a client, but during the day, she is an innocent Kelvic who appears to be afraid of her own shadow. Character History Zrye was born in Sunberth, where she had been passed on and on by many different criminals and villans throughout her toddler and childhood. Along the way, she was taught to steal, torture, bribe, scam, and murder... She quietly followed Charlie down the alleyway, scanning around for their target. She had learned many things by now, which included stealing, scamming, and bribing. But there was more that was going to scar her from ever being safe ever again. "Charlie, what are we--" "Shh!" He scolded her. They approached their target, snorting cocaine like he was going to die if he didn't. But either way, he was going to die. Not that Zrye knew that during that moment. Charlie grabbed the man and spit on him. "You owe my client some money, and it's way overdue, you son-of-a-bitch." Charlie kicked him in the gut. "How are you even getting any more of our spice if you can't come up with the dough?" The man coughed. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Charlie lifted him off the ground, his feet dangling. "Then I guess I'll just have to take you down to headquarters, so we can... investigate... this misunderstanding." Charlie had a devious grin spread across his face. Zrye knew something was going to happen, but didn't know what. She followed Charlie back through the alley as he dragged the man, who was insisting he didn't know anything. They got back to the building, went down the stairs, and Charlie tossed the man into an old wooden chair. He grabbed some rope that was sitting in the corner next to the closet. As he tied the man up, Zrye stood there, watching him in confusion. "Charlie what are you--" "Shh!" Charlie scowled. "Now," Charlie turned to the man. "Who is your supplier? Who is your tie to this organization?" The man coughed once more. "I'm telling you, I don't know nothing!" Charlie spat on the man's face. "I know something that'll change your mind..." Charlie grabbed the whip from inside the closet, swinging it at the wall. The crack of the whip made Zrye jump. She stood back. Charlie raised the whip above his head. "You gonna talk?" The man glared at him. Charlie became angry at the lack of cooperation. He struck the man, hitting his arm creating a narrow cut. The man screamed in pain, but didn't budge. That did not please Charlie. He cracked the whip against the man's chest, tearing his shirt and slicing the skin, the blood dripping down his body onto the chair. "You ain't got nothing on me." The man snickered. Charlie was enraged with fury. He cracked the whip for so long it felt like days for Zrye. She stared in horror of the bloodied body that sat across the room. "Alright, alright!" The man coughed. "I'll tell ya." After the information was gained, Charlie flashed a grin at Zrye, then turned back to the man. "Too bad you got nothing out of the deal." And just at that moment, Charlie held a blade and tore into the man's chest. That was the first time Zrye had ever seen Charlie kill someone. That image would be forever imprinted into her mind. He pulled the blade out and tossed it next to Zrye, still covered with blood. "Hey kid, you keep that. You'll need it." Zrye never saw Charlie again after that day. Zrye was shocked stiff. She sat against the wall for days, the bloodied knife next to her. When she finally came to, some of the blood had dried on the knife, creating a permanent stain. Training (Skills, Arcana, Gnosis, Lore) Hunting: 10/100 Subterfuge: 10/100 Larceny: 10/100 Stealth: 5/100 Interrogation: 10/100 Seduction: 5/100 Dagger: 10/100 Equipment and Possessions 1 Set of Clothing (cloak/coat & footwear included) 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Food for a week or 1 bottle of embalming fluid (for Nuits) 1 eating knife Flint & Steel Blood-stained dagger 100 Gold Mizas Lore of The Daggerhand Lore of The Night Eyes Ledger +100 Gold Mizas +500 Gold Mizas Thread List The New Cub In Town: Zeltiva