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Morella Vane

There are those who are afraid of the dark; not just because it's dark, but because of what lies inside the darkness.

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a character in “Calisma”, as played by Raziela

Description

Full Name: Morella Vane
Nickname: Mori
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Height: 5'5"
Race: Human
Class: Assassin

Skills: As an assassin, Morella has become skilled in the arts of stealth. She can easily pick most locks, blend into shadows when wearing dark clothing, tiptoe around almost soundlessly, and is skilled in the art of taking a life by surprise. Should the situation go awry, she is also quite handy with a short-sword. She can throw her voice and mimic most sounds, which is extremely useful when on the job.

Weaknesses: Morella isn't exactly a tank, and therefore can't withstand much damage of any kind, be it melee or magical. Therefore, she must kill her targets quickly and efficiently. Should there be more than one target, she usually takes a few moments to determine the best order in which to take them out. She also isn't very good at being the center of attention, even when it's a good thing. She feels awkward when all eyes are on her, and imagines all the ways someone could assassinate her from her vulnerable standpoint. She also doesn't trust easily.

Equipment: Morella carries around an assortment of useful items inside a small satchel. Items that are always found inside are a few lockpicks, a sewing kit, a small knife, and a couple of sweets, just in case. She carries her coin in another pouch, well-hidden from any would-be thieves. She keeps a dagger strapped to her right thigh and, occasionally, a short-sword on her left side should the need arise.

Personal Quote: Most men live lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.


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Description: A young woman with fair skin and a rather noticeable scar running down her right cheek. Her long, black hair is usually worn loose or with a red ribbon as a hairband, but when she's on a job she'll tie it back so it's out of the way. She has green, piercing eyes and a bright smile, should you be lucky enough to see it. Morella is fairly thin, yet toned. She owns very few articles of clothing that aren't black, and these are usually paired with those that are. Her normal outfit is a billowy white undershirt with a sleeveless black tunic, paired with black pants stuffed into leather boots. For fancier occasions, she owns a bright red dress that makes her eyes pop. When on the job, however, she wears a black, masked cowl to obscure her face paired with tight, black clothing to minimize noise.

Personality: Somewhat bitter and bleak, Morella sorts the world into two types of people: the killers and the killed. To her, everyone wants someone else dead. At least, that's what she's hoping for. That makes for quite a bit of money on her part. She's cynical with a black sense of humor, which never seems to present itself at an appropriate time. Morella is usually farthest from the definition of moral, but she guards her closest friends fiercely.

History: Morella was born on a perfectly clear night in a small village on the banks of Pyzer Lake by the name of Cutter's Hollow. Her father was a baker and her mother ran the apothecary. As such, her parents had made a pretty good name for themselves in town. Morella's parents were friends with some farmers in town due to buying ingredients from the farm for their many baked goods and healing salves. These farmers gave birth to a girl named Bianca. Morella naturally became best friends with Bianca, and they remained best friends until Bianca mysteriously disappeared one night.

It was rumored that a strange man had been in the village the night before, and half the town decided that Bianca had been either killed or kidnapped by him. None could give an accurate description of him, so any attempts to find him were in vain. Bianca's disappearance left the town in chaos for a while. Morella was greatly disturbed by Bianca's disappearance; not only because she lost her best friend but because it meant that anyone, anywhere could mean her harm. At least, it did in her own mind. Morella decided that she would have to be able to protect herself should the need arise. Morella stole her first dagger from a local hunter. After that, she realized she could obtain many things she wanted, if only she were quiet and patient enough. This led to a life of crime, yet somehow she remained undiscovered.

One day when Morella was 17, the village was visited by an adventurer who called himself Dimi. He was fairly young and attractive, and Morella always had a thing for the mysterious type. She 'convinced' him to show her how to wield a sword in order to defend herself. Through the weeks and the lessons, they fell in love. One night, Morella entered the room in the inn where Dimi was staying. A cry escaped from her lips as she found his body lying on the floor in a pool of blood. As she ran to his body, she felt a hand come over her mouth. She instinctively kicked backwards, hitting her assailant's shin and loosening his grip on her. As she twisted free she grabbed her dagger from her thigh and turned to face her attacker. He had a dagger of his own, rushed forward, and slashed Morella's right cheek, but she slit his throat. With the help of her mother's salves, Morella's wound healed, but it still left a nasty scar. Another reminder that the world is out to get her.

This murder, although in self-defense, shook the little village. Many were in disbelief that their little Morella was able to kill, and usually stared as she walked by, until she looked at them. The loss of her love shook Morella as well. By the time she turned 24, Morella decided it was high time to move to a bigger city--one where she could avoid the stares of passers-by and forget days of old. She told her parents she would make her way south to Thoav to start her own apothecary there. The idea started out honest enough, but as she traveled on, she missed the feeling of killing. She decided she would become an assassin-for-hire.

She eventually came to Paetax, and decided to stay at the Black Vagabond for about a week. She tried her best to go about unnoticed, but for some reason the innkeeper kept staring at her. She glared at him at every opportunity, trying to get him to stop. It didn't help. She left shortly thereafter on her long trek to Thoav. When she arrived, the first thing she did was get a room at an inn. She was tired from her travels, not to mention fending off bandits, highwaymen, and worse. She began working at the local apothecary as an apprentice, but longed to thieve and kill again. She eventually started doing free-lance assassin work, and eventually the Broken Circle noticed her and invited her to join their ranks.

A couple years later she headed home after a long day at the apothecary. She walked into the entrance room and was confronted by a woman in a black cloak. She was instantly on alert, wondering if her time had finally come. As the woman drew nearer, however, she called her by her childhood nickname: Mori. Only those from Cutter's Hollow called her that, and she realized that this was her long-lost childhood friend, Bianca. They embraced and hurried into Morella's room to catch up after all those years.

So begins...

Morella Vane's Story

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Never had anything seemed so beautiful to Bianca than the gates of the city of Paetax. Gods above how I hate horseback riding now... she thought gloomily, as she ached in her everywhere. She looked over at her friend, pensive. Mori has really changed...she's a lot harder now than I remember...Of course, I've changed too, I suppose. It had been a decision that had eaten at her, subtly, for the past decade or so. Leaving her family and friends all behind. She rubbed the skull fetish on her bracelet and smiled a little to herself in the shade of her cowl. The sun was shining down brilliantly, but still Bianca wore the long, heavier black cloak with the deep hood drawn over her head. It had become more habit than anything now, and in an unfamiliar and slightly unnerving world, she took solace in anything she could find.

The trip on the roads to Paetax from Thoav hadn't all been pleasant. They had slept outside most nights, and the nights weren't always warm anymore. Plus, the threat of bandits had been constant, as well as wild animals. To say nothing of Bianca's own issues, spirits. Twice had they come across powerful, malevolent shades and Bianca had very nearly lost her mind in warding off the second one. Maravelli... she thought the shades name, and a tingle of fear like an icy finger ran down her back. Best to let that sleeping dog lie. But after what felt like an eternity of trail food, cold nights, storms, brigands and saddle sores in places saddle sores really ought not to be, they had finally made it to Paetax.

She was excited, even though she was uncertain about the future. She just hoped Mori had some insight into where to start looking for the group that was attacked at the Citadel. She had heard rumors that the Prince himself might have been in that skrimish, but even if that were true, and she didn't think it likely, she would never get an audience with the Prince. A nobody like me, to see the Prince? Ha! Presenting Bianca Barathrum, of nowhere, daughter of no one, speaker to spirits! They'd send me away as a madwoman, if they didn't flog me where I stood... She shook her head slightly to get those kinds of thoughts out, they were unproductive and a nuisance.

But what if the rumors were true? She had heard that same rumor several times in different cities, in Paetax herself and then in Thoav when she arrived there looking for Mori all that while ago. Maybe she would have to look into it. She could use her gifts to maybe help the Prince, she had heard from merchant trains that the King had died due to an illness and that the city was preparing for his Coronation soon. Maybe she could offer to try to speak to his father for him, if he could point her in the right direction...And how will you gain audience with him, woolhead! That must come first! she thought viciously to herself. She wasn't a blooded noble who could simply request to speak with him. She was a farmer's daughter, and not even that anymore. She was nobody. But still, she had to try. For her master's sake.

Bianca let out a long breath, and said to her friend, We finally made it, huh? When do we get to meet that master of yours? I need to speak with him. She looked over at Morella, eyes shining brightly in the darkness of her hood, despite the sunlight. I need to speak with him, she repeated, urgency plain in her voice. She wasn't about to let any chance slip through her fingers to avenge her master, no matter how small or ridiculous.

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As she rode through the Paetax city gates, Morella sighed nervously. The sight of so many guards always put her on edge. She looked up at the sky and decided it was a little after noon. Perfect, she thought. Just enough time to get ready for the ball. Not that she really belonged there. She nodded at a couple of guards as she rode by them. There were more guards than there were when she last visited the great capitol, but then again there was a ball tonight. That would definitely call for more security; wouldn’t want a thief or assassin sneaking their way in. No sir.

She glanced at her childhood friend, Bianca. They had ridden together from Thoav a week after being reunited. They had both changed in the past decade, and maybe not for the better. Morella recalled childhood memories before Bianca had gone missing. Before Morella lost her innocence. Before she gained the scar nearly 3 inches long on her right cheek. She shook her head to clear her mind of the past.

She looked back at the horse that may or may not actually belong to her and thought of matters at hand. In her saddlebags, among other things, rested two formal gowns and one very regal-looking invitation. It was a real invitation, to insure that the name would be on the list of guests. Getting that invitation required a lot of work on the parts of the higher-ups of the Broken Circle, but it should prove to be worth it. She was there to steal the brooch of Tirany Pluoth, one of the nobles in attendance. Once in possession of the ornament, Morella was to hand it off to a man outside of the palace. A very high-risk contract, but necessary. Her thoughts returned to the here and now as her friend spoke.

We finally made it, huh? When do we get to meet that master of yours? I need to speak with him. Morella opened her mouth to reply, but Bianca repeated, I need to speak with him.

Morella’s brow furrowed as she sensed the urgency in Bianca's voice. Okay, okay, settle down. First of all, he’s not my master. He’s just the man in charge of recruits. Second, I need to get my job done before we go looking for him. I’m still not sure how you talked me into letting you come with. She shook her head. As far as Morella knew, Bianca wasn’t trained. She would be admitted to the ball as Morella’s sister and function only as a distraction. Hopefully she can act, Morella thought to herself. But the first thing we need to do, she continued, is get to the inn and dress for the part, Miss Perrany. She said the last words with a wink at her friend, for they would be going by the names Fayne and Linyah Perrany.

A couple hours later, they both emerged from the inn, completely unrecognizable. Morella wore a thin burgundy gown that had small gold accents. A matching mask obscured the top half of her face. The best type of a ball to sneak into is a masquerade, she mused. She looked at Bianca, who wore a midnight blue dress with silver trimmings. The dress had long, flowing sleeves to cover her markings. It was also longer on the right side than the left, making it somewhat an oddity but one that would quickly be ascribed to fashion, since who knows who designs these things anyway. Around her waist, she wore black sash that had been embroidered with a sinuous rose vine with one bloom on the right side. Bianca’s mask was identical to Morella’s except for the colors, which matched her own dress.

Morella smiled mischievously at Bianca. Shall we, Linyah Perrany?