Violet Saint-Valeri

Personne n'avait un meilleur visage de poker que Violet. Ce jeu était terminé avant même qu'il ne commence ; ils n'avaient jamais eu une chance, mais étaient impatients de profiter d'un handicap quel qu'en soit le cas. Elle a patiemment tapé un rythme régulier avec de longs ongles sur une table de chêne tachée d'ale piquante, attendant que l'homme aux rides profondes de la concentration fasse un mouvement. Dim lumière de bougie a jeté une lueur intense sur la pile de pièce au centre de la table et chaque participant assis dans un cercle lâche. C'était la fin du match, jusqu'à Violet et "Sweaty Palms", ou alors elle l'a surnommé. L'homme devant elle avait des perles de sueur scintilleant le long de ses fronts. Ses yeux percés à chaque carte avant qu'il n'ait finalement pris sa décision.
Il a dit avec un sniffle avant de prendre une longue perruque de liquide ambre.
Erreur
Elle a répété froidement et a attendu une dernière fois.
Après un moment de silence, de grandes mains calleuses ont jeté un assortiment de cinq cartes avec des symboles anciens sur elles. Sa poitrine soufflait un peu comme ses épaules redressés. Un sourire surconfident croisa les lèvres tandis que le public applaudit, et ses deux camarades le rembourrent à peu près sur le dos. Ses mains avides ont atteint pour la pile de richesse mais gelé comme il a vu un sourire sly illuminer les traits stoïques autrefois Violet.
Tsk, tsk. Patience.- Les doigts agiles ont placé cinq cartes sur la table, une à la fois dans un mouvement lent.
Comme chaque carré touchait la table, le sourire de l'homme s'enfonce lentement dans une fronce satisfaisante jusqu'à ce que la dernière carte soit révélée. Au lieu d'applaudir la foule, un silence s'empara. D'autres se sont gazés alors que d'autres avaient leurs mâchoires ouvertes assez larges pour abriter des bébés oiseaux. Puis, de l'arrière de l'abri, des éclats de rire remplissaient la tente spacieuse. Les gens ont pointé vers la direction des soldats conquis avec des hurlements entièrement alliés, et ont commencé à applaudir dans le plaisir pour la femme qui a mis un de leurs champions joueurs de cartes - de ce côté du régime, du moins.
Comment avez-vous bien fait cela?Il murmura dans la défaite ; ses paroles s'approchaient d'un murmure sous les yelps de soutien.
Elle a retourné une pièce dans sa direction, qu'il a prise avec un visage confus. Pour laisser une dame gagner, bien sûr.Le reste des pièces chatoyantes ont été placés à l'intérieur d'une cartable de la sienne, et attachés au côté près de sa jupe avant ouverte teintée de prune. Quelle honte. Elle avait besoin d'arrêter ces jeux enfantins et de se concentrer sur gagner honnêtement, si seulement une fois. Alors que le groupe s'est installé et a commencé une autre tournée de boissons, Violet pouvait sentir un étranger essayer de brosser une main contre son poignet. Elle tira son bras juste à temps, et se tourna vers la figure masculine décrite en gris.
Damn a bien triché, n'est-ce pas? Mais comment? – Une voix curieuse a demandé. Elle ne pensait pas qu'il voulait dire du mal, mais elle n'allait pas tester cette théorie en restant.
Une dame ne le ferait jamais.Elle a apporté ses lèvres peintes mauves pouces loin de son oreille. Malheureusement, je ne suis pas une dame. Avec le dernier mot parlé, le cadre statuesque de Violet a disparu, laissant derrière lui de fines bandes de brume pourpre et noire tourbillonnante.
Quelque chose lui a pris l'œil près du plus solide qui avait joué contre la mystérieuse femme, Violet. Une figure ressemblant exactement à la même dame qui est partie dans le brouillard, portant la même tenue à l'exclusion du bandeau des yeux, n'a été remarquée par personne d'autre. Après avoir baissé sa capuche, les doigts agitèrent tranquillement avant qu'elle ne sorte à travers la couverture de la tente. Il s'est ébranlé, secouant la tête avant de continuer. Sa question a quelque peu répondu. Cependant, elle ne serait pas en mesure d'expliquer sa capacité à "voir" - vue aveugle, elle l'a appelé - à lui si elle a essayé. Comment cela a vraiment fonctionné un mystère pour elle-même même mais l'ombre a joué un rôle, l'énergie et les sens sombres et légers.
Une main a récupéré le bandeau dans une botte haute à cuisses boucles. Le matériau, placé en partie sur son front et le pont de son nez était attaché derrière sa tête, et en dessous russées ondulées teintées tresses. Après avoir perdu la vue dans ses yeux il y a longtemps, les foutues choses ont encore mal jusqu'à aujourd'hui. Gingerly elle a lissé toute ride de la toile décorée et a cherché d'autres divertissements. Bien que, elle ne s'attende pas beaucoup compte tenu de la situation. La plupart des miliciens se sont concentrés sur l'entraînement. Des auras blanches dansaient autour du terrain en poussant des épées, seules ou entre partenaires, tandis que l'énergie magique circulait dans l'atmosphère.
Violet soupira. Un peu tard pour affiner les compétences, il semblait - non pas qu'elle, ou la majorité avait besoin de pratique, mais l'exposition était tout à fait séduisante. Les pieds erraient devant les mages, les jeunes filles de l'épée, et un jeu de dés. La recherche de la faveur des cubes s'est avérée beaucoup plus délicate que le déploiement d'un leurre pour jeter un coup d'œil aux cartes. Elle ne prendrait pas de risque cette nuit. Avec toute cette action autour d'elle, décider où se détendre a pris un peu de temps. Elle a fini par s'installer à quelques pas des feux de joie et de la zone de duo. Tout en se reposant sur un arbre une femme passant avec un panier de fruits a remis une pomme à Violet, qui l'a gentiment reçu. Elle a obtenu une de ses poignards et a commencé à couper la pomme en petites portions et observer des alliés potentiels.
Name
Violet Saint-Valeri
Gender
Female
Age
27
Appearance
Out of the 10 female assassin's in the order of Andaria, Violet was one of the tallest among them. Standing in at 5'7 and weighing approximately 128 pounds, she was also one of the curviest. An overly womanly figure was not ideal to the order. Slender figures were thought to better aid in agility during combat and covert assignments, and she would often skip meals to rectify the situation. However, after the tower's breach she learned to appreciate herself no matter what anyone else thought, and enjoyed her meals.
Bio
Isabella Feu was an unexpected bundle of sorrow born to less than successful farmers; a poverty stricken family no less who often struggled with dying crops. “There is a curse upon this land!” Her father would often shout, fist thrust toward the stormy skies but his ragged words were nothing but excuses. They hadn't known a bountiful season since before Isabella's birth. Coin could not be tighter and their situation grew dire as time passed, especially when Mrs. Feu fell ill one day. Without sons to support in the toils of hard labor, all the responsibilities fell to Mr. Feu who constantly prayed for a miracle to save his crumbling family.
When Isabella turned six, a month after her mother's overdue passing, two women dressed in elegant silver embroidered robes decided to pay the Feu family a visit. Ambition, duty, and honor were topics discussed that day about Isabella. Mr. Feu had not been the first these two purposely sought out. They offered a price for adolescent daughters, mostly those who bore a sign of magic. The duo promised each family that their children would want for naught, that they would become upstanding citizens in time, and recognized by their heroic deeds. No one truly took these mysterious ladies seriously but the amount of coinage offered solidified the deal and erased any lingering questions. The poor could be so easily manipulated.
What other choice did Mr. Feu have? At fifty, he had not expected to become a father and his ailing health only made matters worse. He hesitantly agreed, settling on a sum of money to finally retire and he would no longer worry over his sweet Isabella's future. Father and daughter exchanged a painful farewell with the little one sobbing hysterically. Hours went by with attempts to console Isabella with the ending result in her falling asleep in one of the hooded woman's lap. Little did she know the difficult life that would await her and the turmoil these deceptive women would bring.
Ten little girls soon learned that their new guardians, the robed women who brought them to the temple belonged to the order of the goddess Andaria. The goddess perceived all, protected downtrodden women, and lent anonymous aid to those who needed it. The girls were hand picked by this goddess, chosen because they were special-or so the order taught. In hindsight, this was nothing more than a fraudulent religion fabricated by rebellious zealots who wanted riches and power. The order used compassion instead of fear to ensnare the children. Each girl renamed in accordance to their magic brand, in Isabella's case they chose a color since she was not of magical descent. The children willingly learned basic combat, values, and followed the order's rules meticulously until their whole world was rewritten.
At the first indication of womanhood the order “cleansed” the apprentices of their sins. If one could not see one could not give into temptation or envy. Each girl sat on their knees, unflinching while a burning unknown substance was carefully poured directly into their eyes. All lived in complete darkness for a month to make sure the drops took, leaving them permanently blind. They prayed to the goddess for her blessing. Visited the shrine and drank from the fountain containing the blood of Andaria, which was a concoction of dark magic conjured from the guardians. The young adults learned skills to become assassins and advanced combat tactics. Mysteriously still, Isabella somehow acquired the ability of illusion magic and was thus taught how to utilize it. They were sent on missions to obtain miscellaneous information or objects for the head of the order, nothing that really seemed honorable or important against the war.
Years passed before the women found out they were being used for wicked schemes. Their tower was raided one night by the militia. After a quick battle against the guardians and the death of the head of the order, the captain only freed the women due to their obvious brainwashed ways. He explained where they were located; a little unestablished island near the Empire of Man. Supposedly one of the female assassins had overheard the head of the order discussing suspicious plans with the guardians. She immediately reported this information to the military, who went on to “rescue” these women.
Unfortunately, their freedom came at a price. They had to start over. She was given nothing in exchange for her tireless years of dedication and sacrifice. Violet became a thief once she emerged from isolation. She had locked herself away at the local inn screaming and crying because she felt sorry for herself. Nothing came of self-pity, so she resorted back to shady inquiries, it was her only choice. There was nothing noble in it, she knew that but slowly she began to make her own way.
As for the rest of the women, a few went home; the ones whose family bonds were strong throughout the years of silence. Some, the dejected ones lost in life with nothing to go back to become courtesans or prostitutes, while the remaining minority became mercenaries for hire like Violet. Life was bleak for a time and earning her reputation as a serious blade for hire nearly broke her more than once. Yet, she somehow carried on and continues to thrive in the darkness.
Fighting Style
Illusion Assassin
Equipment
Violet's attire is custom created just for her; the color and even the blindfold hiding discolored eyes match. The bodice doubles as a harness for both swords to comfortably rest against her back. She can quickly access the swords whenever she needs but they are out of the way the majority of the time. Daggers have their own compartment, one in each boot hidden away.
× Two long swords
× Two daggers
× A tiny pouch of currency
Skills/Abilities
Decoy Illusion
× Can create one functional replica of herself.
× Cons - The decoy vanishes into purple smoke when touched. The decoy's weapons are useless and it cannot land a successful hit since it will disappear into vapor on contact. 
After Image
× Violet can move so fast that illusions of herself are created. These illusions cannot attack but cause the foe confusion or disorientation for a brief time.
× Cons – Last for a limited duration. Images are static/stationary. Cannot repeatedly After Image or move at great speeds because the amount of energy required is great, and will drain her.
Acrobat
× There is something mystical in her athleticism, and it is almost as if she weights nothing.
Blind Radar
× Can maneuver through the environment easily due to enhanced awareness and an instinctive sense.
× Cons - She cannot read. Sometimes she is overwhelmed in new places or is bombarded with smells and sounds that distract her. 
Other Information
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC.