Name: Anathema PB: Astharoshe Asran from Trinity Blood Level: 100 [She has a lot of time for gaming] Class: Assassin Build: Combat RP? NPC? RP Misc: Anathema is an assassin, right down to her bones. She kills people. And she doesn't care who it is. Even her friends aren't safe if the money's right or the guild sends her after them. However, on her own time she likes to toy with her prey, beating them to near death and then leaving them to crawl home. Repeatedly, if possible. It's fun.
She likes to create chaos. She will organize an assault on a raid group or training group just to wreak havoc, slaying half and leaving half alive. She is an anathema. People learn to hate her, despise her, want revenge. She enjoys causing such feelings, and yet, she has managed to earn mercy from some of the overly goody types. Only to turn around and stab them in the back, chortling gleefully as she scampers off into the sunset.
She isn't the sort to have many friends, at least none that last long.
White tresses drape down around her pale face, a lock of blood red at her brow, her hair flowing down to near her ankles. Red lines her eyes and tints her lips and brows. She wears frills and decorative yet functional armor and slays with a flourish, favouring dual blades. She wears a lot of blue.
PB: Astharoshe Asran from Trinity Blood
Level: 100 [She has a lot of time for gaming]
Class: Assassin
Build: Combat
RP? NPC? RP
Misc: Anathema is an assassin, right down to her bones. She kills people. And she doesn't care who it is. Even her friends aren't safe if the money's right or the guild sends her after them. However, on her own time she likes to toy with her prey, beating them to near death and then leaving them to crawl home. Repeatedly, if possible. It's fun.
She likes to create chaos. She will organize an assault on a raid group or training group just to wreak havoc, slaying half and leaving half alive. She is an anathema. People learn to hate her, despise her, want revenge. She enjoys causing such feelings, and yet, she has managed to earn mercy from some of the overly goody types. Only to turn around and stab them in the back, chortling gleefully as she scampers off into the sunset.
She isn't the sort to have many friends, at least none that last long.
White tresses drape down around her pale face, a lock of blood red at her brow, her hair flowing down to near her ankles. Red lines her eyes and tints her lips and brows. She wears frills and decorative yet functional armor and slays with a flourish, favouring dual blades. She wears a lot of blue.
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