Description

Personality

A quiet girl who rarely talks to people. When she needs to she tends to speak in short sentences or with sarcastic/intelligent comments on her prey. She has a dark sense of humour and is often seen smirking. (When her cloak hood covers most of her face, the likes to rely on a sinister smirk now and again) She likes challenges and to play with people's minds. She has a silent presence, but is warm and caring to those close to her, which tends to be a rare few. From a young age she's had trust issues and is wary of everyone she meets. Not liking to draw attenion to herself she often fidgets without a sound in corners and watches. She can be somewhat impatient, always wondering when her next assignment will be. Like-able to her allies, Dreaded by her enemies.

Equipment

Crymson is minimalistic.

Cloak
Long, black, warm. Perfect for winter and for a disguise. Almost always clad in this garment. Has a low hood and a dark red lining to match her hair.

Dagger
A short, curved blade made of frozen metal. With a black handle with woven silver vines and a red sheath.

Blades
(Fond of blades is young crymson) In her right boot she holds a silver set of blazes which when unarmed likes to have these to hand.

History

Having been born in the depths of the city an orphan she was taken in by a man she never knew the name of, He taught her the tricks of the trade, then died when the girl was nine years of age. Since then she made her own way in the world, using what she knew to get food and anything she ever needed. When at Fourteen she found her way to the Murderers Guild, and it has been her life ever since.