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n a m e s a k e :
¬ Full |birth| Name: Zerryn Emery.
¬ Spoken |used| Name: Emery.
¬ Acquired |aliases| Names: Nefarious.

n u m e r i c a l :
¬ Appearing Age: XXI.
¬ Factual Age: 27.

s o c i o l o g i c a l :
¬ Classes: Hunter | Assassin.
¬ Profession: Assassin.
¬ Alignment: Neutral Evil.
¬ Marital Status: Single.
¬ Faction: Achaz.

b i o l o g i c a l :
¬ Height: Five foot, three inches. [5'3]
¬ Weight: One hundred, twelve pounds. [140 lbs]
¬ Hair: Medium, onyx black and curly.
¬ Eye: Stormy grey.
¬ Body Art: Achaz symbol inked on her left ring finger; only appears upon contact with a certain guild concocted solution.
¬ Scar Tissue: Numerous.
¬ Genetics: Human.

m e n t a l l i t y :
¬ Demeanor: Contemptuous, sleek, and proud.
¬ Tendencies: Cheating, lying, grudging.

a l l i e g e n c e :
¬ Neutral Evil |Ambiguous|: Characters of this alignment are typically selfish and have no qualms about turning on their allies-of-the-moment. They have no compunctions about harming others to get what they want, but neither will they go out of their way to cause carnage or mayhem when they see no direct benefit to it. They abide by laws for only as long as it is convenient for them.

c l a s s :
¬Assassin: Assassins are deadly and unscrupulous killers and spies. The are hired killers that generally work underneath guilds, or an individuals of power. Assassins are known for their stealth, silence, and prowess with blades. They are good fighters, but they focus more on dealing stealthy blows that kill their opponent instantly or incapacitate then. Because of this, they often use poisons and creative methods to achieve their kills. Out of all the classes that dwell in shadows, the assassin is the most adept in remaining unseen and is exceptional at avoiding physical blows. They are also fond of using traps, therefore their relationships with alchemists is prudent.

p o l e m o l o g y :
¬ Learned: Art of poisons and antidotes; torture tactics; marksmanship.
¬ Primary Discipline: Assassin.
¬ Sub-Discipline: Fighter.

a r s e n a l :
¬ Armed: Arrows of Eden.
-- type: Longbow.
-- style: Long range projectiles; some poisoned.
-- creator: Unknown.
-- paragon: Arrows fletched of owl feathers.

¬ Armed: Blitz.
-- type: Bombs.
-- style: Caltrop; Datura; Smoke; Splinter.
-- creator: Yusuf Tazim & Altair.
-- paragon: Various.

¬ Armed: Climb Leap Glove.
-- type: Agility enhancer.
-- style: Metal Cestus.
-- creator: Leonardo da Vinci.
-- paragon: Leather and metal.

¬ Armed: Ezio's Curse.
-- type: Leather forearm gauntlets.
-- style: Retractable hidden blades.
-- creator: Various.
-- paragon: Steel, poisoned.

a t t i r e :
¬ Casual:
¬ Feet: Wedged softskin boots.
¬ Legs: Dusty pink stockings.
¬ Hands: Silk gloves.
¬ Upper Body, i: Pastel colored tunic with a laced bodice.

b a t t l e c l a d :
¬ Upper Body, ii: Leather corset and a quiver of Eden's Arrows.
¬ Head: Halter hood.
¬ Arms: Ezio's Curse, Metal Cestus.
¬ Waist: Blitz pouch of assorted bombs.
¬ Legs: Garter belts with mesh tights.
¬ Feet: Thigh-high leather heeled boots.

a c c e s s o r i e s :
¬ Achaz Pendant attached the the chain of her hood.
¬ Brass spyglass.

p r o f i c e n c y :
¬ Crossbow
¬ Swords
¬ Daggers
¬ Needles
¬ Maces
¬ Improvisation

Personality

See above.

Equipment

See above.

History

Undisclosed.

So begins...

Nefarious's Story

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#2012-05-03 11:01:44, as written by NadieQuerida

In accordance to the nature of her profession, Nefarious was a creature of the night. The velvety darkness suited her far more than the transparency of light, but there were times, such as the present, when she became suspicious of the wisdom in operating during such hours. The entertainment, for example, suddenly took a turn for the worse as midnight approached, and there was certainly much left to be desired as far as the menu was concerned.

The potential to earn some money, however, more than made up for those deficiencies; the demons of the night were far wealthier than the devils of the day. The real coins flowed through the veins of the city only when darkness fell, and copious amounts were quick to change hands as the Achaz came to life. Lives were extinguished and fortunes were composed with none the wiser until the deeds were performed, but even then only the victims could be identified, never the perpetrators.

That didn't stop some from trying, though. It was a long standing tradition for the juveniles of the Western District to flock together after a particularly juicy kill was discovered, and try to figure out who had committed the crime. Navigating the maze of alleys in the area was difficult enough for the natives, but finding a space large enough to conduct such conclaves was a much harder feat. There were only two, maybe three, places to gather in the Achaz territory without resorting to the Tavern district, so when Nefarious decided to engage her curiosity regarding the recent demise of Magistrate Anders, a crooked man who had once determined the bounty prices on the heads of well known criminals, she had a pretty good idea of where to go.

"... so my money's on Jaffar," Cleon was saying decisively, having come to a conclusion after much debate with the men seated on the broken pillars around him. The old temple had been abandoned for centuries, and neglect had long since reduced the beautiful architecture to piles of stone rubble that currently served as furniture for 'Guess-the-Assasin' discussions like the one Cleon was hosting. "Some'un who saw th' corpse before it was a'taken swore they seen a needle technique, an' we all know Jaffar hates gettin' his digits bloody with otha' means. All o'Ander's fancy robes were stripped, too, and yesserday Jaffar cashed in some good loot."

"Naw," Lerrick scoffed, biting into the stale piece of bread he clutched tightly in his fist. "Jaffar ain't got no aim t'be piercin' Anders' juggular from twenny feet away--cause if y'think abouttit, he had t'be at least that far t'get a good sight o'Anders in the bathin' pools... I'm thinkin' the Carver got this 'un."

"The Carver's been cheatin' lately, an' besides, ya don' even know where he is! Ah heard from Korren that the Pasha's lackey's been..."

Nefarious pulled away from the shadowed nook she'd been tucked into, hardly disturbing the still hair as she slipped into the maze of alleys unnoticed. The group of men behind her were none the wiser about her eavesdropping as they moved on to the latest rumors regarding the Pasha's network of interests. She'd only been interested in who they thought had assassinated the former Magistrate, but so far none of them were even close to figuring it out. It hadn't been her... and normally she didn't care about the activities of her fellow guild members, but this assignment had caught her interest for personal reasons and she intended to pay close attention to any details that might surface.

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#2012-05-07 00:59:39, as written by TakingElysium

Like Nefarious, this woman swallowed in black leather and dark mithril also preferred the nocturnal hours. Her monikers did not come to be tongued for her daylight cameo appearances. Even within the bright all-seeing eyes of the day, were there pockets riddled with shallow black shades. Those places would be deeply embedded in the plethora of alleyways that made up the network in which the assassins often used if they must orchestrate their skill sets in the day. It was not often, but one would never know when their next coin would come lulling their blades with hunger.

The thick cloth that adorned her was light, as was her meager armor; blades tucked within sheaths, or hanging from a crossed belt at the slopes of her waist. Nothing short of her eyes would find the vision of others, even her own guild members in the Achaz. Her ears did not cater to rumors, thus all spoken and drifting ill through the city with no truth, was not given the honor of her attention. The common populace was hardly in a position to sing the tales of their dastardly deeds. Most never laid eyes on a thing, and if they did.... well, the gods best be on their side. Then again, none would really believe anything said, regardless of it being fact or fiction. The tales spun around the guilds of assassins were ugly, and monstrous - as if no purpose would be had.

She often asked herself the same thing. What was the purpose?

Fleeting feet skimmed through the alley ways, rooftops, and every once in a while when none were looking, she would dip into the street unwatched. At most, anyone of the citizens of Daggerford would only be met with the dash of cardinal cloth before she was again emerged in the belly of shadows. Nefarious was no longer at such a distance from the Shadow Walker. It was not that she was being tailed for violence, but out of curiosity instead. There may be no fruit in wandering close to the woman's own quiet steps, but Umbra had fallen under a spell of boredom recently. Swift deeds were just that - swift and vapid with its ease. There was a reason that the Achaz was the best, and she had complete faith that they would never be dominated by Sethur's Hand, or anyone else for that matter.

In words plagued in mystery, she spoke as she closed in on Nefarious' space, "Out in the daylight hours? How strange." It sounded like a personal musing, but it was nonetheless directed toward the woman who seemed to be hasty with her direction. She descended a minuscule height from a rooftop, then allowed the slender length of her back to idle against the hard surface of a wall. The Shadow Walker was built differently from most females; meager feminine curves, and robust musculature. She enjoyed the use of things that required true physical power to be honed, like heavy hammers and bulky maces. She believed in the power of pure strength, and that a blade could always be disarmed from a worthy opponent. So, without relying always on the use of argentine, if you pit her up against a man with nothing but her body, she could easily crush him. There was much merit in such abilities, even if that meant she had to take away from her womanly appearance. She was completely shrouded when she went out, so it was not like any of that mattered anyway.

Even through the mithril shield hiding her face, her words were strong and drifting. There was not conversation expected from Nefarious, as she could be described as keeping to herself, but there was no harm in making the attempt. If anything, she may use the help on whatever she was tasked to do. If anything at all. However, this did not seem like some careless stroll through Daggerford's treacherous veins. There had to be some reason. It was none of her business, and Umbra would not inquire as to what motivation set her feet to animation.

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Nefarious

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a character in “Daggerford”, as played by NadieQuerida

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