Aurora Borealis

[Desperanza]

Name:
Her real name? Oh, well technically it is Esperanza Diaoux. How many people know her by her real name? None. Her parents are dead, and she has no siblings. However, what do people know her as? Aurora Borealis. Her eyes an ever changing shade of each hue of the fantastical lights of the sky. Sky blue, jade, pink, and white. The extra hues are unknown as she has not spent enough time with anyone long enough for them to understand her emotions, her shifting hues. She is a shadow, the assasin at your back, your shadow on the ground. She refuses to give her name out, her real name for she has never been close to anyone and the two people who had any knowledge of her real name, are dead.

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Age:
Twenty Three[/font][/size]
Gender:
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Species:
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Looks:
This young woman is solely feminine, vibrant and enticing all at once, she is wickedly beautiful, one of her most enhancing aspects as well as being something that rather helps with her skills. Her eyes are a rich royal purple tinged with flecks of silver, her cheek bones high and seeming foreign with wild beauty along with the rest of her features, her lips curved into an inviting turn and reaching a soft pink. Her cheeks are tinged a faint pink along the edge, like natural blush. Her hair falls down to her waist in a rich, red brunette shade. She has natural highlights of darker brunette as well as honey brunette mixed among her red hues. Her eyes, as listed above are able to change shades at certain times from a playful and flirtatious hue of pink to a raging shade of red and an ominous black. Though the shades of the aurora borealis happen to be rather pastel in hues instead of a solid shade other then her typical royal purple and emerald.
Her waist is slender and her body curved and well proportioned for a woman. She stands at around five feet, eight inches. Her body is well muscled from years of working out and staying lithe, very skilled with her assasin blades and hours of work have given her a tone to her body. Her skin is toned into soft tan hues from hours in the sun though most of the time she stays dressed in a pair of supremely fitting leather pants and a tight cotton shirt that accentuates her feminine features and yet allows her to move freely and silently, coupled with a pair of thigh high leather boots and often a pair of leather laced gloves that expose her fingers but allow her more grip with her palms. Never is she caught without her assasin blades embedded with glittering emeralds, the blades hang at her back for quick access with a dagger at her right hip, a matching set of light weight yet deadly blades that always complete her attire.
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Personality/Past:
This wild wicken woman is a female of Murate and if that does not says enough, she is also an assasin. A fire blooded assasin with looks to kill, as well as blades to go with. Little to nothing is known of the female who kills swiftly and in secret. After her teaching, years of learning the ways of an assasin as a child she broke three at thirteen to fend for herself when most young teenagers would be glued to their mother's bossom learning the ways of washing clothes and cooking and while they did that, she learned the ways of fending for herself. She learned to stitch her own clothes, stealing materials from town and whisking them away to her various hide outs on the edge of town among the trees as she died her white cloth shirts black and stitched together leather pants as needed. She began to learn how to inconspicuously add weapons to her outfit that she could smoothly react to reach and use when needed including a small assasin's blade dipped in poison in the smallest of leather sheaths that she keeps hiddin in her boots, on on either side of her inner thighs as well as inconspicous small pins used to knock oponents out by the throat with tiny sharpened pins that at times seem only to hold her auburn hair up in an elegant sweep around her face and yet she alone seems to hold weapons paset her adored assasin blades that no other would figure out, unless a skilled assasin themself.
With a fiery temper and a very independent attitude, she carries herself through life with ease, swearing off any others as for her entire life she has proved an assasin past the murders of her parents. Until this point the only other human that had come into contact happened to be her teacher, Monk Kreastes. The man dead now no doubt by her hands. When he was finished teaching her, he had seemed to know and had bowed at the wicked woman's feet while she beheaded him, a quick death. It was not her first kill but it was her most riteous and with every kill, her veins seemed to flare further and further, fire filling her heart as her skills began to grow with rapid improvement and soon enough, word had passed to the castle.
A strange shift for as a child of three, she had viewed the murdered bodies of her parents bloodied and left in their beds while she had played in the front yard. It was a short clip of time and yet the assasin who had taken out her parents had been there and gone before she had even known they were there. The spiteful act had fed her hatred. Someone had plans for her and yet, she had no clue. She fled. At three years old she lived among the trees for a few days, scavenging to care for herself among the trees before she curled up one night amongst the base of the trees and in the night, a gentle hand whisked her away, raised on the hands of a woman who kept her close to the castle instead of living among Ohanzee and when she was whisked away to study.
By the time of thirteen, she was already a skilled assasin and killing her way through life. When word traveled to the castle, she was once again swallowed away, this time among the castle walls themselves where she soon came to impress the king with her skills and of which had come to work her way to his right hand of assasin's, a very challenging place to reach and years after, escaping. Though now she still kills for the king, a trusted assasin among his tiny pair of assasin's, she no longer stays within the castle, offering the king only minute ways to contact her as now at the age of twenty three and a head of her own she lives only for herself, quite certain that there has never been and never will be anyone that can break past her shell, smart mouth, and skilled hands. Her beauty? Now that was another story.
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Items/Pets:
The items that can always be found on her person begin with her beloved assasin blades. The handles a pristine black silver and encrusted with glittering emeralds, made expertly with her own hands, they come in a set and sit against her back at all times, unless in her hands performing a kill. The second is a third partner to the trio, an emerald encrusted dagger that sits in hold at her right hip. The rest of her weapons range from the sharp pins that sit in her hair every now and again to the two smaller, poison dipped blades that are tucked away in small leather sheaths just inside of her boots at the inside of the top of her boots, just inside her leather clad thighs. Other then that, her weapons range to unpredictable, anything can happen when you have a skilled assasin on your hands. As for pets, the only creature of whom she could consider a pet, is her chestnut mare, Nesfira and while the horse is not always with her, she always seems to be around at the times when Aurora needs her most.
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Other:
She is indeed an extremely skilled assasin and technically she lives in Murate though with no permanent home at the moment.[/font][/size]
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[Jotari]

Accepted and very nice!

[Desperanza]

Thankies :-D I am proud of my work here. x)