Class: Assassin
Name: Arabella Dietrich
Appearance:
- Blazing Red Hair
- 5ft 4 inchs tall
- Pale Skinned
- Piercing Blue/Green Eyes
- Almost Liquid in movement
- Wearing a tight body hugging black suit visible under her armour and cloak that can't help but draw the eye to her beautiful form.
- Tends to have a bit of a weakness for her fashion.... of a sorts often changing her eye wear or anything she fancies can be replaced with something better.
- Age 22
Bio:
A subtle as water and quiet as death Arabella has always been known to to leave smiles on the faces of the bodies she leaves behind.
Born an Imperial she had a privileged up bringing and taught to appreciate the finer things in life, always such a joyous young girl she loved her family.
Age 4 she first learned to dance bringing tears of joy to the faces of her parents, age 7 she learned how to craft fine metals and instruments, age 9 she learned to shoot a gun much to her fathers pleasure, age 11 she became a master Violinist, age 12 she beat her parents to death with said violin.
Even to this day the words her father had spoke ran as clear as they did then, her parents writhing on the floor before her in some sort of debased ritual.
They had always kept this aspect from her, her own parents, worshipers of the lord of excess, taking those last few steps into the room shocked her parents smiled when they saw her, fresh faced just returned from violin practice in her favorite white robe, they had intended her to see them, to tempt her to their side now that she was older, turning as if to leave her father spoke in that same loving voice he had when he used to take her to play with other children or push her on the swings... or late at night when she thought she could hear a monster under her bed.
"If you leave now dear you will never get ahead in life"
At those words something broke deep inside, walking to her parents she smiled.
"Your Right"
A well of silent fury and strength bursting forth she smashed the instrument she still clutched as her side into his face before silencing her screaming mother with the return blow, her head snapping back at an impossible angle as she melted to the floor like a puppet suddenly finding it strings cut, keeping her eyes on her father she took a step forward mounting him across his waist and raised the violin high above her head, their eyes meeting she smashed it down into his face again and again......
Less than a hour later the authorities arrived finding her sat in the center of the room her face and robe stained deep red, her fingers absently stroking through the hair of the head that lay in her lap, its face a pulped mess, is had been brutally hacked at by a blunt instrument before it had come free of the body and the ragged wounds in the neck proved as much, looking up into the eyes of the shocked men she smiled.
"He said I would never get ahead in life if I left...... now I can take this one with me"
She laughed even as they led her from the building she had called her home to a dark hole they called a cell.
As the days stretched out into weeks she was confined to that tiny cell, never again speaking till a large man in a red cloak came for her, she did not know the man but she like the color and after all the one thing she had left was her vanity.
They spoke at length, quickly she took a shine to his warped sense of humour, for some reason she trusted him, hours went by and eventually he summoned for the guard, deflated to see him leave after so long her heart soared when he turned to her and asked her to come with him.
Over the years she learnt many things from that visitor, the ways he like his food cooked and files organised, the way to manage complicated accounts and kill a man while he was sleeping all before being sent in earnest to be schooled in the arts of assassination.
Her honored patron was an Inquisitor, Inquisitor Stern, he was a harsh but fair man and for all the kindness he had afforded her she payed him back a thousand times and more, killing his foes, tending his wounds and being that one person he could turn to and trust because in her he saw that same insanity that he did in himself and that warmed him to his heart.
Stats:
WS: 4
BS: 5
S: 4
T: 4
AG:3
INT:1
WP:1
FEL:1
Save: ?
Wounds: 3
Fate points: 2
Skills:
Trained assassin - +1 AG, free skill!
Sniper; +1 BS
Stealth(Ag.); hiding & shadowing
Weapon Master; +1 WS
Marksman; +1 BS
Agile; +1 AG
Sound Constitution; you gain +1 Wound
Survivor; +1 T
Bulging Biceps; +1 S
Equipment:
- Light Weight black armour and Red cloak with hood.
- Long range high powered rifle with scope
- Com Device
- Razor Sharp Sword Staff
- Bionic Gauntlet
(Did this in a hour so not my best work but should pass)
Name: Arabella Dietrich
Appearance:
- Blazing Red Hair
- 5ft 4 inchs tall
- Pale Skinned
- Piercing Blue/Green Eyes
- Almost Liquid in movement
- Wearing a tight body hugging black suit visible under her armour and cloak that can't help but draw the eye to her beautiful form.
- Tends to have a bit of a weakness for her fashion.... of a sorts often changing her eye wear or anything she fancies can be replaced with something better.
- Age 22
Bio:
A subtle as water and quiet as death Arabella has always been known to to leave smiles on the faces of the bodies she leaves behind.
Born an Imperial she had a privileged up bringing and taught to appreciate the finer things in life, always such a joyous young girl she loved her family.
Age 4 she first learned to dance bringing tears of joy to the faces of her parents, age 7 she learned how to craft fine metals and instruments, age 9 she learned to shoot a gun much to her fathers pleasure, age 11 she became a master Violinist, age 12 she beat her parents to death with said violin.
Even to this day the words her father had spoke ran as clear as they did then, her parents writhing on the floor before her in some sort of debased ritual.
They had always kept this aspect from her, her own parents, worshipers of the lord of excess, taking those last few steps into the room shocked her parents smiled when they saw her, fresh faced just returned from violin practice in her favorite white robe, they had intended her to see them, to tempt her to their side now that she was older, turning as if to leave her father spoke in that same loving voice he had when he used to take her to play with other children or push her on the swings... or late at night when she thought she could hear a monster under her bed.
"If you leave now dear you will never get ahead in life"
At those words something broke deep inside, walking to her parents she smiled.
"Your Right"
A well of silent fury and strength bursting forth she smashed the instrument she still clutched as her side into his face before silencing her screaming mother with the return blow, her head snapping back at an impossible angle as she melted to the floor like a puppet suddenly finding it strings cut, keeping her eyes on her father she took a step forward mounting him across his waist and raised the violin high above her head, their eyes meeting she smashed it down into his face again and again......
Less than a hour later the authorities arrived finding her sat in the center of the room her face and robe stained deep red, her fingers absently stroking through the hair of the head that lay in her lap, its face a pulped mess, is had been brutally hacked at by a blunt instrument before it had come free of the body and the ragged wounds in the neck proved as much, looking up into the eyes of the shocked men she smiled.
"He said I would never get ahead in life if I left...... now I can take this one with me"
She laughed even as they led her from the building she had called her home to a dark hole they called a cell.
As the days stretched out into weeks she was confined to that tiny cell, never again speaking till a large man in a red cloak came for her, she did not know the man but she like the color and after all the one thing she had left was her vanity.
They spoke at length, quickly she took a shine to his warped sense of humour, for some reason she trusted him, hours went by and eventually he summoned for the guard, deflated to see him leave after so long her heart soared when he turned to her and asked her to come with him.
Over the years she learnt many things from that visitor, the ways he like his food cooked and files organised, the way to manage complicated accounts and kill a man while he was sleeping all before being sent in earnest to be schooled in the arts of assassination.
Her honored patron was an Inquisitor, Inquisitor Stern, he was a harsh but fair man and for all the kindness he had afforded her she payed him back a thousand times and more, killing his foes, tending his wounds and being that one person he could turn to and trust because in her he saw that same insanity that he did in himself and that warmed him to his heart.
Stats:
WS: 4
BS: 5
S: 4
T: 4
AG:3
INT:1
WP:1
FEL:1
Save: ?
Wounds: 3
Fate points: 2
Skills:
Trained assassin - +1 AG, free skill!
Sniper; +1 BS
Stealth(Ag.); hiding & shadowing
Weapon Master; +1 WS
Marksman; +1 BS
Agile; +1 AG
Sound Constitution; you gain +1 Wound
Survivor; +1 T
Bulging Biceps; +1 S
Equipment:
- Light Weight black armour and Red cloak with hood.
- Long range high powered rifle with scope
- Com Device
- Razor Sharp Sword Staff
- Bionic Gauntlet
(Did this in a hour so not my best work but should pass)
