Age: 23
Appearance: Kali appears to be almost human and almost human was as good as it gets for her. She has long dark brown tresses, which fall to her waist, in a sleek length of roughly strait hair. This does nothing to help hide her boyish figure; her flat stomach slides into sharply jutting hips and is framed by her all to apparent ribs. However over this layer of skin and bone, works supple strong muscles, giving her great strength and flexibility. Her skin in daylight is an even honey tan, beautiful to see and showing her glowing health. In the dark however her skin fades with the falling sun, becoming first like ash, then like coal, difficult to see in the dark with her almost black blue eyes. Often at night she can only be seen by her clear white smile, appearing between luscious lips, under defined delicate cheekbones. Her shifting navy eyes, are set a little to far apart on her face, which some find unnerving and her nose is a slender slope.
She tends to wear black or dark blue clothes, cut for those of her job persuasion. She is one of the few women in the army, this is mainly due to her unusual talents that are to be found nowhere else in the world. However as she is currently doing a year stint in the city, her attire has become more relaxed. She wears long black trousers that billow out, before being clinched at her ankles and sliding into her soft leather boots. Her top is a long mid blue camisole, covered in matt finish, oxidized chainmail that falls over her appallingly flat chest down yo mid thigh. The only hints of femininity in her clothing are the stitches and little flourishes that have been added by her mother over the years. Every time she brings home something new, her mother immediately sets about ‘unmanning’ it as best she can, often with pale blue or grey detailing.
Personality: Though Kali is confident, she does not tend to say much, her body language far louder than her words. The only time she is even a little loud, is when she is with her fellow city guards and this is mainly bravado, her male comrades thinking she is unable to do her job properly. Though she is extremely loyal, she does not quickly offer help, all to aware of the lies people hold. She was bought up to be polite and strong by her mother and father, both lowly workers and she has sworn to always do her best for them. Years on the battle field have hardened her, taunted and assaulted by her fellow men, trying to have a bit of 'fun' with her, she had become cold. She puts her trust in few apart from her family and superiors; she has very few friends, sometimes she can be lonely. Used as a spy she is flexible and silent in her work, able to slip through enemy lines with ease due to her unusual coloring. She is proud to be the only one of her kind, though no one knows quite what she is.
Brief history: Bought up on the outer edges of the city, her family were poor though loving and devoted their lives to making sure she got to the best place in life. At the age of 6 a man came to their house, taking her chin firmly in hand and turned her face this way and that, looking into her dark blue eyes. He told her parents that she would be beautiful and that when he came back in five years time, he would take her to the inner ring for training, if she had of course remained so valuable. So her parents bought her up with great care to her manners and health, wanting her to make it to a place that they had never achieved.
The man came back exactly as he said he would, only this time it was late in the day, night quickly falling. She was 11 now and had just hit puberty, for the first time bringing light to her odd quality. The man was horrified to see the young girl with ash grey skin, shining dark eyes and difficult if beautiful features. He told the family she would never be beautiful or loved, crushing her young and tender heart. They begged him to stay, to see her in the light of day, to see that she was indeed not a hideous creature. So he sat and watched as her skin turned darker and darker, till he could no longer distinguish her face from the shadows that filled their small home.
Upon waking the next day she opened her eyes to find the man staring at her face, only a few inches from her own, carefully watching as her skin returned to its honey tan. When the sun was full in the sky he stood slowly, moving to talk to her parents in a corner of the hut. He spoke softly, but her sharp ears could hear him. He told them she could still be of use to the city and if they wished for her to gain a higher status, they should send her to the city guards each and every day. She would sleep in her home, but she would train to fight, to spy, to assassinate there. To pull her weight, when she was not working on her training, she cooked and cleaned, quickly gaining favor with some of the older soldiers, who trained her despite many of the others thinking she was not worth the clothes she wore.
After working hard for many years, at the young and tender age of 16, she was sent off to war. Their she worked and trained ever harder, at first only being used to gather intel, but then to wound and kill the enemies leaders, bringing them down as swiftly as possible. She stood shoulder to shoulder with men who tried to molest her, who ridiculed her and who hater her for being a woman; fighting at their sides. She quickly gained a reputation for being ruthless as well as deadly quick. It was very rare for her to gain injury, this was not because she was brilliant, but because she valued her own skin more than her pride and had no problem backing off from an opponent that she could not take.
Currently she is back in the city, still a soldier, but guarding and sorting out the small troubles between people. She has been given a years leave after gaining a particularly bad wound, that had sliced her diagonally from shoulder to hip, giving her a long silver scar. She once more lives with her loving parents, but has moved them further in, so they can benefit from her growing social status.
Weapon: A slender short sword is her main weapon, kept deadly sharp and always in perfect condition. It has nothing fancy, it is a plain blade in a plain scabbard on a black belt, that hands loosely about her slender hips.
A ceramic knife, made by one of the finest smiths in the city, remains sharp not matter what she cuts with it and sits happily in the ankle of her boots.