Name: Natasha Za'phira V'xtre
Height: 6.2Feet
Features of Note: Her body is slender, but muscular. Her eyes when in the dark burns with an inner glow. Tail as horn adorns her body and strange tattoes on her face eminates a faint echoe of the arcane for those proficient enough to sense it.
She does not hide any of her features, she seems to thread the ground with clear pride in her steps, and near always she has a playfull smile on her lips.
Personality: A clear paradox to most that does not know her personally, and even they have sometimes a hard time figuering what goes on in her mind. Mostly her personality hints of a playfullness...a tune daring you to challange her. She hates to loose in public, and the desire to explore the planes have always ben a great desire of hers. To go where none has gone before and beyond. She usally resides to cheeky comments if challanged, but if the right questions are asked...she can offer great insight into the world and maybe even your own percpective on things.
Known Proffession: Leader of the Organisation "Kith S'jet* aswell as merchant, enchanter on the streets, aswell as explorer of the planes...
(Shattered Remnants of her Past)(Remnants of a book Diary or storybook)
In the outlying streets of the city of Mesh'afgaz, a little girl sprints among the narrow pathways of the outer parts of the city. Closely followed by 2 humans screaming curses. *She giggles highly extending her tounge towards her persuers, over her back is a backpack, the insides clings loudly of metallic objects as she runns leaping over the objects in her way*
-When i catch you ya little imp! *one of the men screams*
*She turns her head around as she responds still laughing loudly as she runns*
-Ya have to catch me first!
*She suddenly takes a leap forward making a acrobatic swirl around a lamp'post reaching out from one of the house walls, throwing herself in a loop up on a balcony kicking of a "potted flower" as she makes her way for the roof*
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>*Burn pages...*
*sniff sniff*
Whats that smell...smoke?....*The ground shakes slightly, and in the distant screams can be heard...*her eyes open and she sits up* Another fight? The gangs of the City where known for their dipsutes...but there where so many people sounding....
*Another ground shake, this time more violently and a large crash can be heard*
*She stands up tall and walks out o the little hideout on the roof of one of the houses..* not much can be seen...smoke...fire? And the wall at the gate...*So hard to see trough the smoke* yes...it had a large hole in it...and the screams where getting nearer...*
*She starts to run, a feeling of uneasiness crawls up trough her spine, something is very wrong, from house to house she leaps, running towards the Church tower*
*At the top*
Al around her fires had broken out...screams of Soldiers roaming commands and the sound of Iron blades crossing peered trough the smokeBestowed air...*her eyes widen as she coughts glimpse of something in the air* Birds? no...So far away...but bigger....*A ear defeaning sound of something viles trough the air, Those cant be real....*the balck birds where closening fast...but no..not birds...bigger...black feathered, but thes sieze...horns...and tail....Demons??
*The iron clings turned to the sound of slaughter...*
-Retreat to the main keep! (the gong gong sounds after these ords echoes trough the city)
*Suddenly she hears wings flapping in the air behind her...just a few meters...*
She turns around...a big black birdelike...humanoid...de...no...she could not describe it...black feathers...the eyes glowing Red...and the beak enough to pick trough any human...* It lands infront of her...a few meters just...and in a black shroud of smoke, it transforms into a human'like figuer...she falls backwards crawling as far back as she can before she feels the edge of the tower....He slowly steps forward...the hoove down over his face concealing him fully...only the eyes remain...the red glow...* The clawlikehand reaches out towards her, the feeling of wrongness sets upon her...but also something familiar...she can't place it...
*Page ripped out*
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Sigil, (not finnished yet(2 weeks).
Natasha V'xtre
