Shyndaris
Shyndaris is a rat and assassin of somewhat dubious origins. Her parentage lie in the Kravn faction, noted as one of the many militaristic movements tied with the coming of the apocalypse. It is unknown whether or not she continues to act on their will, being of rodent blood, but the few that do know her note that she has the stench of death about her. Rumor has it that the shroud she wears over her mouth has been drenched in the blood of her victims, and has thus been stained to its current dull burgundy color of the present day. It can be speculated that she has been touched by magica, or that Shyndaris herself has subjected to it, perhaps by favor of magi or other practitioners of mana. Her beautifully colorful hair, drawing attention from all manner of individuals in public circles of the day..and shining radiantly at night in the pale moon light. It can be speculated further that there are numerous other physical enhancements apart from aesthetics that she has attained through magic, to aid her in her aims. Shyndaris is secretly lonesome and longing for companionship..but such is unrealistic, given her lifestyle. Cold, calculative, and unbound by “petty morality”, she generally carries out her missions with extreme prejudice against the one marked for death.
Physically, her attributes are of particular interest. She possesses long arms in lieu of digitgrade legs, enabling her not only faster running speeds but greater jumping distance. Her long arms afford a longer reach, as well as certain climbing capabilities. Strangely, her paws appear overdeveloped, and are not only larger than most rodents paws, but ended in longer claws. Of particular note is her bright purple hair, which more often than not attracts a great deal of interest in all circles of public interest. Like most rodents (in this imagined universe), her eyes are a bright yellow.
She rounds corner of a fortress wall, precariously set high above ground level, being close to certain that no one was watching. The cold cascade of moon light at her back, she raises her dagger, careful to let no light glisten from its surface. Her target, a reputable General in the Ascard army. Such is the will of her drow employer, willing to grace her with the payment of ten gold pieces upon completion of such a job. Any and all potential witnesses are to be eliminated, in the event of detection. Her taste in personal décor affords her little in the way of flexibility; anyone would be able to point out her radiant purple hair, if they were to see her. Such a liability as it is.. Ahead, she notes the presence of the night watch, a single guard facing slightly away from her location. Lowering her dagger just slightly, she raises a paw, and proceeds..
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