Makaela Sylbella
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Makaela Sylbella
| Age 102 years |
| Gender Female |
| Origin Silmorael |
| Occupation Assassin/Thief |
Born as a set of twins to one of the former Hundred Houses, the sun to her twin's moon. Her hair as golden as the rays of the sun while her brother had hair as dark as the eclipse. The two were raised to be as perfect as any would expect of children of the Hundred Houses. They were schooled in the art of war, the blade and bow, and horseback riding. Where the twins went, Makaela always shone brightest, like the sun. Her brother was always second best, second fiddle, secondrate. Makaela loved her brother, almost blindingly so, missing the slowly growing darkness in his heart, the cruel tilt to his lips when he smiled.
As comes to pass with most of the smaller houses, they were vanquished, their people absorbed or scattered to the wind. Her brother, seeing a chance to remove himself from her shadow, struck when her back was turned, a well-placed arrow that hit her in the eye. Luck or a cruel twist of fate saw her survive the wound with only the loss of her eye. Wounded, both physically and emotionally, she vanished, disappearing among the realm of humans.
Her looks drew hungry gazes and she took what she needed to survive, thinking little of the bodies she left lying in her wake. She cared little for others' opinions of her nor what she could do for them. Everyone served a purpose in some capacity and she viewed everyone else as stepping stones to climb the mountain of her vendetta. She would wake for days on end in the months after her injury in a cold sweat, her mind consumed with nightmares of the arrow's flight and the harsh thwack of the impact, the darkness of the weeks after when she had fallen into a coma.
Her travels have carried her through the lands of Ilica presently, her presence like the ghost of a lost lover.
As comes to pass with most of the smaller houses, they were vanquished, their people absorbed or scattered to the wind. Her brother, seeing a chance to remove himself from her shadow, struck when her back was turned, a well-placed arrow that hit her in the eye. Luck or a cruel twist of fate saw her survive the wound with only the loss of her eye. Wounded, both physically and emotionally, she vanished, disappearing among the realm of humans.
Her looks drew hungry gazes and she took what she needed to survive, thinking little of the bodies she left lying in her wake. She cared little for others' opinions of her nor what she could do for them. Everyone served a purpose in some capacity and she viewed everyone else as stepping stones to climb the mountain of her vendetta. She would wake for days on end in the months after her injury in a cold sweat, her mind consumed with nightmares of the arrow's flight and the harsh thwack of the impact, the darkness of the weeks after when she had fallen into a coma.
Her travels have carried her through the lands of Ilica presently, her presence like the ghost of a lost lover.
Appearance
| Height 5'8" |
| Build Athletic, curvy in the right places |
| Hair Blonde |
| Eyes Gold |
Makaela is beautiful, almost heart-breakingly so. Her tall feminine form oozes sexuality from the long semi-curly locks of hair the color of freshly cut wheat to the the golden-hued eyes with an almond shape. Thick, plump lips scream out to be kissed and a fine layer of color to them has been the downfall of many a target. The loss of an eye, covered with an eyepatch, is the only thing that mars her beauty. She generally tries to cover the patch with her golden curls, though when her subterfuge or disguise is compromised, she flips her hair and displays it for all to see. Her clothing is tight, seeming to emphasize the swell and curves of her shape and she has been known to wear extravagant dresses with plunging necklines and slits up the thighs to tease glimpses of sun-kissed pale thigh.
If one examines her closely though, you'll see the wear and tear of a hard-lived life. Her golden eyes seem to speak of a storied past with hidden traumas, her fingers are callused, her nails cut short. Small scars show cuts from blades or narrowed dodged arrows and beneath the patch, a vacant socket. She tends to enjoy wearing a small crescent moon earring from her left ear.
If one examines her closely though, you'll see the wear and tear of a hard-lived life. Her golden eyes seem to speak of a storied past with hidden traumas, her fingers are callused, her nails cut short. Small scars show cuts from blades or narrowed dodged arrows and beneath the patch, a vacant socket. She tends to enjoy wearing a small crescent moon earring from her left ear.
Personality
Makaela is seductive, manipulative and cutthroat. She will seduce her targets into a false sense of security, oftentimes employing disguises or subterfuge. She was betrayed a long time ago and had her heart broken, leaving her with a jaded view of society and her fellow elves. She abhors extended contact, preferring solitude.
Skills
Thief - She can pickpocket, lock-pick, sleight-of-hand and parkour with the best of thieves. A long time spent climbing and and moving through the forests of her home have granted her a near gymnastic talent for getting out of sticky situations.
Potion/Poison Expert - She has spent many long years perfecting the art of potion and poison crafting. She can with greater than fifty percent accuracy craft a potion or poison to act on an individual according to weight, age and other factors.
She is also sufficient in the use of bow and arrows, grappling hooks and daggers. While not overly fond of the use of daggers to remove her targets, whatever gets the job done is her motto.
Potion/Poison Expert - She has spent many long years perfecting the art of potion and poison crafting. She can with greater than fifty percent accuracy craft a potion or poison to act on an individual according to weight, age and other factors.
She is also sufficient in the use of bow and arrows, grappling hooks and daggers. While not overly fond of the use of daggers to remove her targets, whatever gets the job done is her motto.
Art Credit: https://www.pinterest.com/compagno_ossigeno/ai/
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