Slayer
Crimson Angel
Nerdygeekflower and myself.
Name: Severa Lockfill
Age: 19
Appearance:
More about her: She can be very determined, headstrong and passionate about what she’s doing. She has little remorse for the assassinations that she carries out, death is part of the circle of life, it’s a job for her nothing more. She cares very much for her family, is skilled with throwing daggers but not so much in close combat. Severa enjoys warm rain and hates being cold. She keeps her hair short so that it doesn’t get in the way of battle. Finally, there are many scars on her body, the most prominent is the one from her right temple to her cheek, the largest however is on her back running from her left shoulder blade down to the middle of her back. Besides that there are various small ones on her face and arms.
Bio: Severa was raised in the beautiful land of Arson, her mother and father had run a bakery for the small town but that wasn’t all. Her father was a seasoned assassin, he would often leave for days at a time. The man would come back tired, beat, but with enough gold to keep the bakery running smoothly. There hadn’t been enough people in Arson to actually support the small store, no matter how much people would buy it always seemed like it wasn’t enough.
It hadn’t been until the young girl turned eight that her father started training her, /once I’m gone you have to support your mother/ he would say. Severa wasn’t oppose to the training, though rigorous and painful at times she fought hard. By the age of sixteen she was fully trained in the art of throwing daggers, her aim was impeccable, being able to hit a deer in the eye from yards away. Her first assignment was also at the age of sixteen, though her father had come with her at that point.
When she had turned 18 her father told her that he had to go on a long mission, something about the King and assassinating the royal family. A year had passed when they received the letter, her father had become a knight for the King and was killed in battle. Now, Severa must take his place and finish the job.
Three months has come and gone, living in the castle and working for the royal family had been nothing as Severa had expected, in fact it was much harder work. Scrubbing the floors, making sure that the linens were in order, taking care of the children because the King and Queen were far too busy. There were six little brats(if that’s alright if not let me know) going from the ages of four months to 14, then there had been the older siblings which she didn’t see much of. There had been two more children had been killed a few months before Severa had arrived, twins, ‘trampled by horses’ though she had her own thought that her father may have at least started the mission of killing off the family before he himself had been killed. The thought of her father always brought a smile to her face, no matter how hard the day was she knew that eventually the family would come to an end and she would be the one to do it.
Severa was already planning her first kill, the youngest, four months, suffocation. It was easy enough to have the child roll over onto its stomach and have people believe that it hadn’t been able to roll back and had asphyxiated itself. The next would be the five year old, a little girl who had a passion for climbing trees, would be a shame if she fell from high up and broke her neck.
Yawning, the young woman ran a hand through her rather matted and dirty blond hair, she didn’t get to bathe much unless she wanted to sneak out to the river which she was taking into great consideration. It felt like her skin was covered in an inch of grime, her blue eyes looked down at her hands, scars around the knuckles from various situations and the one in her palm from accidentally stabbing herself. Every one of them seemed to have some kind of memory attached, but now was not the time to dwell. “Severa” a voice called causing the girl to look up as she had been sitting on the floor on the mat that had been provided for sleeping. “Kimi is ill, would you mind waking the children?”
Severa shook her head “no, not at all” she stood up and dusted off the dreary gray dress that she was given to wear. It had been a couple sizes too big and rather uncomfortable but there was no room to complain. Walking down the hall she figured she would start with the youngest child and work her way to the oldest, the younger ones were usually awake at sunrise anyway. Knocking on the doors, ensuring that the children were awake and dressed before they ran down for a bite to eat. It wasn’t until she had finished waking up the 14 year old that she had become a little more apprehensive, the older siblings were ones with more power. They could have her head taken off if they wished and if their father approved, sure Severa would fight against it but the unnecessary conflict was not desired.
Knock-Knock, the servant gently knocked on the door of one of the Prince’s. Waiting for a moment before slowly opening the door “Your Majesty…” her voice was hushed, not many people enjoyed being woke up by a booming voice. Severa should have known what to expect but she hadn’t done her research like she should have and now she was waiting for a grumpy voice or a demand to ‘get the hell out’ like the last one had told her.
Name: Severa Lockfill
Age: 19
Appearance:
More about her: She can be very determined, headstrong and passionate about what she’s doing. She has little remorse for the assassinations that she carries out, death is part of the circle of life, it’s a job for her nothing more. She cares very much for her family, is skilled with throwing daggers but not so much in close combat. Severa enjoys warm rain and hates being cold. She keeps her hair short so that it doesn’t get in the way of battle. Finally, there are many scars on her body, the most prominent is the one from her right temple to her cheek, the largest however is on her back running from her left shoulder blade down to the middle of her back. Besides that there are various small ones on her face and arms.
Bio: Severa was raised in the beautiful land of Arson, her mother and father had run a bakery for the small town but that wasn’t all. Her father was a seasoned assassin, he would often leave for days at a time. The man would come back tired, beat, but with enough gold to keep the bakery running smoothly. There hadn’t been enough people in Arson to actually support the small store, no matter how much people would buy it always seemed like it wasn’t enough.
It hadn’t been until the young girl turned eight that her father started training her, /once I’m gone you have to support your mother/ he would say. Severa wasn’t oppose to the training, though rigorous and painful at times she fought hard. By the age of sixteen she was fully trained in the art of throwing daggers, her aim was impeccable, being able to hit a deer in the eye from yards away. Her first assignment was also at the age of sixteen, though her father had come with her at that point.
When she had turned 18 her father told her that he had to go on a long mission, something about the King and assassinating the royal family. A year had passed when they received the letter, her father had become a knight for the King and was killed in battle. Now, Severa must take his place and finish the job.
Three months has come and gone, living in the castle and working for the royal family had been nothing as Severa had expected, in fact it was much harder work. Scrubbing the floors, making sure that the linens were in order, taking care of the children because the King and Queen were far too busy. There were six little brats(if that’s alright if not let me know) going from the ages of four months to 14, then there had been the older siblings which she didn’t see much of. There had been two more children had been killed a few months before Severa had arrived, twins, ‘trampled by horses’ though she had her own thought that her father may have at least started the mission of killing off the family before he himself had been killed. The thought of her father always brought a smile to her face, no matter how hard the day was she knew that eventually the family would come to an end and she would be the one to do it.
Severa was already planning her first kill, the youngest, four months, suffocation. It was easy enough to have the child roll over onto its stomach and have people believe that it hadn’t been able to roll back and had asphyxiated itself. The next would be the five year old, a little girl who had a passion for climbing trees, would be a shame if she fell from high up and broke her neck.
Yawning, the young woman ran a hand through her rather matted and dirty blond hair, she didn’t get to bathe much unless she wanted to sneak out to the river which she was taking into great consideration. It felt like her skin was covered in an inch of grime, her blue eyes looked down at her hands, scars around the knuckles from various situations and the one in her palm from accidentally stabbing herself. Every one of them seemed to have some kind of memory attached, but now was not the time to dwell. “Severa” a voice called causing the girl to look up as she had been sitting on the floor on the mat that had been provided for sleeping. “Kimi is ill, would you mind waking the children?”
Severa shook her head “no, not at all” she stood up and dusted off the dreary gray dress that she was given to wear. It had been a couple sizes too big and rather uncomfortable but there was no room to complain. Walking down the hall she figured she would start with the youngest child and work her way to the oldest, the younger ones were usually awake at sunrise anyway. Knocking on the doors, ensuring that the children were awake and dressed before they ran down for a bite to eat. It wasn’t until she had finished waking up the 14 year old that she had become a little more apprehensive, the older siblings were ones with more power. They could have her head taken off if they wished and if their father approved, sure Severa would fight against it but the unnecessary conflict was not desired.
Knock-Knock, the servant gently knocked on the door of one of the Prince’s. Waiting for a moment before slowly opening the door “Your Majesty…” her voice was hushed, not many people enjoyed being woke up by a booming voice. Severa should have known what to expect but she hadn’t done her research like she should have and now she was waiting for a grumpy voice or a demand to ‘get the hell out’ like the last one had told her.
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