Venessa is thin yet muscular. She has a flat toned stomach and bright glowing white skin. She has long white hair and wears only dark colors to represent her species. She wears two different types of armored gloves on each arm which is the only armor she has on. She has a feathers that barely cover the front of her and delicately wrapped fabric over her breast.
Personality-
She is very honorable. She wants nothing more than to either kill the man who has been killing her kind for years or die honorably trying to. When proven that no matter what she does she isn’t the strongest she is shy and timid but if made a servant she is loyal and obedient.
Magic/Abilities-
Beams of Light- Venessa has the power to send a burning beam of light down at any target.
Relationships-
Variant (Warrior who adopted her.)- 21 years of age when he got her. (She was 2 months old)
Fancier (Chief)- 61 years of age from when she left to kill the king
History-
Venessa’s parents where killed by the king according to the stories of the Chief. She spent her time being taken care of her step father who was more of a trainer to her then a real father. She spent her time with him watching him train till she was old enough to train herself. She dedicated her life to killing the man who killed her parents and trained her self at times to point of death, and wouldn’t stop till someone told her to stop or she would die.
Starter-
“Your highness!” The guard said running in the throne room and bowing before his feet. “There has been an attack. The village is being attacked by the Blood Elves! They are being lead by a highly trained assassin named Vanessa.”
The knight said as he looks up at the king who sits on his throne. His golden armor giving small glints in the light that it reflects off it showing just how well polished it has been. He sits up straighter and nods softly. His ocean blue eyes look down at the knight with authority.
“I suppose that this assassin is coming to try to kill me?” He asked and upon seeing the knights head nod softly he continued. “Protect my people. I can handle this supposed highly trained assassin.” The king orders a dark grin spreading across his ridged yet handsome features.
With a nod the guard runs off towards the village to protect the people as ordered. The king waits upon his throne for the assassin. He starts to sharpen his sword though knowing he wont need it didn’t bother worrying about it to much as he dropped it to the ground.
Mean while Vanessa had just finished killing her fifth guard single handed. She was now walking up the steps towards the kings throne. She was hardly dressed in any armor. In fact she hardly had any clothes on!
Covering the front part of her taking place of a skirt was red feathers that had been attached to some fabric by a button of sliver with black spikes coming out the side. The fabric covered the back of her. Her legs had boots that went up to her thighs. Covering her breast was delicately wrapped cloth that made a nice pattern. She had on what seemed to be armor only on her shoulders and arms. With a hood on her head she looked stunning with her white hair braided in a few places and bright green eyes.
She made her way to the man sitting with a smirk on the throne. “So I see you have come to kill me.” The girl just simply nodded and kept walking forward “You must be highly trained to get past so many guards with no help or weapon.” The king states as stands up slowly and walks forward.
“I have had much practice. I was trained specifically for the reason to someday be able to kill you. To bring honor to myself and my tribe.” She states standing still and staring straight ahead as he walks around her in circles looking her over. “If I bring back your head my tribe will be pleased. The spirits of our ancestors will be at rest.”
The king smirks softly when he was behind her and nods. “Very well then.” He said and walked around the front of her. “Shall we begin.” With out another word from her besides the occasional grunts of the effort or force of a hit she was silent. She had put up a good fight. Perhaps the best fight the king had seen but in the end she wasn’t near strong enough to over power him. He had her to the ground as she lays there trembling but excepts her death. Closing her eyes she took in what she thought would be her final breath and flinched as he raised his sword.
