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Painted Wings- Raven Shoraes' Madyrn - arzosha - 02-15-2014
Born to a unknown elf and a human whore, The half-breed child held no name and was ignored by her mother till the women's death a year later, raised by the whore house collectively she still was given no real name. Raised by the streets she grew old fast, though not as harshly as most half-breeds got only because her human blood prevailed in her looks more then the elf blood.
Like so many Street kids death would of found her sooner then later, except she was found by two men, Sairlyn a elf blooded thief lord and his guard and personal assassin, A man with elf blood but something more, what that something was the man never said and no one dared ask. Sairlyn saw the potential of what her blood could turn her into with a little training and attention, so he took her under his wing, in a way adopted her as his daughter and gave her a name. Raven.. his little bird of darkness.
Her life improved only that she now had a home meals and a safe place and training, any try at gaining warmth was rebuked or told such emotions were useless a tool to be used to gain the prize. Growing older She learned to hide her real self behind a ever present 'mask' or personality of what was needed or expected of her in any situation. Her eyes the only way anyone could tell what she was feeling or thinking, she learned to hide them behind her lashes and lowered lids.
Happiness was found in slighting Nobility or any form of 'power' be it the Law, inherited power or one gained by gold and cruelty, her tongue turned sharp many times making her a few enemy's along the better off people and quite a few of her own professional kind. She had a single friend and oddly it was in the Assassin her 'Father' kept at his side, called Death by everyone else but she called him Lairilweam Laeyc (Shadow Soul) or just Laeyc. He treated her warmly if distantly and taught her how to play card games and coin games, how to act a bit and how to study people to learn all she needed to. She learned more.. -human- things from the cold killer then she did from the charismatic leader.
As she grew from child to adult a change came over Sairlyn, The off handedness changed he started to take more interest in her jobs, what she was doing and her personal life.. not that she had one, no reason to get close to those that would happily stab you in the back to get higher in the rankings after all. The sudden leaving with out a word of why from Laeyc left her completely alone and at the ever darkening games of Sairlyn. A night of drinking that in the dawn showed a new addition to herself, a small tattoo, her name sake. Her response to this disregard of her person had the rest of her name given -Bitter Thorn-, Thorned tongue and personality dipped in bitterness.
When a job on a powerful mages house went wrong leaving her with a permanent limp, another night of drinking gained her another tattoo on that leg of the Dragon, the fact that the very head rested on her pelvis got her Boss another tongue lashing about respecting her. The last were the wings, His Painted Angel of darkness he called her, after that final she never accepted anything liquid from him, his tendency to spike harmless drinks how she got the last two markings.
Realizing he meant her no good, and that his actions might have a dark reason she started planning to leave, though the life of a sneak and fighter her only resources, being unable to read other then recognizing a few letters, but staying was going to get someone killed, when fate took it out of her hands. A raid from a different guild happened and in the fighting, a garrote slipped about her neck and dragged her off, choking, hands slipping on her own blood to try and pull the tightening metal from her neck, she got a chance to see who was doing it. Sad shock when she found her boss at the other end. he dragged her to a room and forgetting she was not completely unarmed tried to do a great evil to her...He died a dagger in his stomach and bleeding out for she took away his threat and made him eat them.
Bandaging her neck, she fled from the city itself, hiding as it healed just enough what would be a scar about her neck behind cloth. wishing the Lairilweam Laeyc had never left and deciding if ever she met him again, a blade would be waiting to mark him for his betrayal.. even if it was but all in her head.