Verytas

Don't fail. The words ran cold in the womans head. Failure was not an option. She had seen the price of such a path, the shame it brought and cruel fate delivered to those who fell.
She wouldn't. She couldn't. Ideals of her older brother would be lived out, she would see to it his struggles were not in vain. As the people slept in their beds, champange hued creature slipped through the darkness, and any guard that spotted her soon fell under secure illusion that all they had seen was a mouse.
Footsteps were swift and silent, precise, that of a predator on hunt for an even more dangerous prey. Topaz gaze aglint with the darker intent of what it was she planned. In hand lingered favored weapon, finely crafted Rapier, hilt of precious metals and blade engraved with intricate patterns, twisting floral prints did little to hide its dangerous edge.
Cunning creature practically waltzed into the city through main gates, its loyal guardians under illusion that nothing was there, seeing little more than the flicker of a shadow before rolling on as though it were nothing. Eyes basked in the sight of battlefield, bathed in moons pale glow. Tonight she would end what he began. Her family would not reign here, no one would, daughter of this land breaking free from protections of her innocent illusions to cut down all she could.
Blood drenched the streets, running through the stone, the air of red seeming to glow over the city as it screamed into the night, begging that the same fate had not befallen it again.

But they were better prepared.

The numbers were vast. Her illusion could only work for so long, on so many, before they became too much, in waves far larger than she had ever before dealt with. A blow to the head, the Varn girl fell, and so the town breathed its sigh of relief.
Fathers scorn was betrayed by the disappointment and sadness within bright eyes as he saw the traitors face. Another of his children, to fight his will and cause. Before she could awaken, her battle form was bound, and with it, her illusive magic and skills. "Suffer the fate of your brother. You are as Blackhanded as he."

Bright eyed beaut, a creature of softly toned hues and striking patterns, draped over feminine figure that bid both grace and power. Furs of campange marred with peach stripes and cream to splash upon belly and face, creature of temptingly delicious palette only gave promise of being hard to swallow. Silken hair with long tufts of similar toned shades sported on elbows, down spine and upon backs of calves, twisting tail ended in a sprouting of feathers and fur to match. She sported air of royalty, noble by blood yet her title now worthless, claims little more than truths that had been tainted into false words and nothing more. Stunning creature, captivating and tempting, with bitter bite and little concern for much more than herself.

N A M E: Verytas. (Ver-ee-tas)

A G E: 23.

G E N D E R: Female.

R A C E: Varn.
A wingless, thin and dragon like creature. They sport plush and velveteen like fur over a tough and durable skin underneath. Easily definable given their large ears and with tails often sporting feathering plumes, or long tufts of fur in various places upon their bodies. This race is created by White-Sight.

S U R N A M E: Tairus.
Father took her noble title from her and with it, this name.

G I V E N S U R N A M E: Blackhand.
In referal to her treachery, to match her brothers.

H E I G H T: 5'9".

W E I G H T: 140lbs.

O R I E N T A T I O N: A slight lean to the more feminine.

S T A T U S: Single.

I N T E R E S T: None.

F R E E D O M: Freed slave.
Sentenced to be sold off into slavery by her father, with her powers bound, when she found herself in the hands of an ownder, she used sweet words and coy hands to earn her freedom from him. she bitterly refuses to ever acknowledge having been a slave.

N O T A B L E M A R K S: Branding on left shoulderblade.
Her family crest, branded into her by her fathers own hand before he sold her off into slavery. This brand has been documented to be looked out for by any bounty hunter.

P I E R C I N G S: 2 studs in each ear. Usually some dark green gemstone, occaisionally silver.

E Y E S: Bright and vibrant topaz.

H A I R: Long, straight and neat. Soft, peachy colour.

B O D Y: Lean and corded muscle on strong frame. Fit, well trained toning, with strong arms and well defined shoulders. Sports a little curve at her hips and a bigger bust, but her physique is far more athletic and trained overall.

M A G I C: Illusion. Can create scenes and images in the minds of others. Easier on mortals, though protection and wardings can guard someone against this.
Note, currently all her magic is bound and she cannot use any of it.

F A T H E R: Raigen Tairus - very much alive.

M O T H E R: Peria Tairus - Deceased.

S I B L I N G S: Raigen - brother, older. Sede - brother, older. Harus - brother, older.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Cold and bitterness is well masked under a sweet and charming outer shell. She knows when to be nice, and sweet to get what she wants. She holds fondness for very few, and dislikes most people.
Crafty and quick fingered, she is a master at taking what she wants. Adapt at the magic of illusion and making people see and hear what she wants them to, with this skill currently bound by her father, she has not lost art of being the quick handed con artist. She is quite the thief on the quiet.
Often she seeks to only look after herself, though she will not cause harm or upset to people with out good reason.
She does however have a mischievous side to her. She adores tricks, practical jokes and the like, and her mood will always lighten, either creating them or being part of them.


L I K E S:
Sunsets on cool autumn nights, piles of fallen leaves, anything spiced with cinnamon, large trees that can be climbed in, birds, smooth alcohols like rum and amaretto, being spoiled, sword fighting, finely crafted weapons, chocolate.

D I S L I K E S:
Her father, people who ask too many prying questions, being caged or otherwise restrained, the bind that locks her powers and her battle form, most insects, green vegetables, coconut, slavers, being caught.

L A N G U A G E S:
Common. A basic understanding of Italian.

S K I L L S:
Sword fighting. Advanced knowledge on how to handle a blade and all that follows with it, such as foot work.
Thievery. Light and quick footed, quick thinking, convincingly innocent when needed.
Violin. A high skill in her playing, though rarely does so around others.
Forge work. Has an average knowledge on how to create simple weapons and armors.
Cooking. A natural cook, not acted upon but can make dishes with ease and skill.