User name: Dojat
Character Name: Micali Alsara
Race: Laicar (Terran)
If Spurii, Select Bloodlines:
Laicar - Adrenaline Rush (Enhanced Run Speed)
Cold and distant, Micali is both elusive and intimidating. She seems the kind of woman that detaches herself emotionally, but should conflict arise, she's all in. She has a softer spot for those she's known longer, but generally prefers as little affection as possible. She can become erratic, seemingly random topics setting her off. Being a contract killer, she's also able to compartmentalize her profession from her ethics. She's a driven woman, finding an objective and working towards it, regardless of what - or who - may stand in her way.
With shoulder blade-length brown hair and shifting brown eyes, Micali stands at 5'8 and roughly 155lbs. A large colony of scars are visible along what parts of her skin are visible aside from her face. These scars are mirrored by presumably dozens more beneath her clothing. She walks with purpose, every step seeming to be toward something. To a stranger she may seem paranoid, constantly checking over her shoulders. There's an air of mystery to her, something in her demeanor that begs the question of "why do you behave in the ways that you do?"
The Laicar wears baggy tunics, lightweight enough for an escape, should it be necessary, but sturdy enough to mean she won't freeze or die too easily, most of her body covered. Beneath is a tank top of varying dark colours. She has a hooded dark grey cloak and a matching set of scarf and gloves. Her hair is tied tight in a braid, loose behind her neck or over her shoulders, and has a spread of bangs steadfast upon her forehead. She's rarely seen without Cora, her longbow, which is carved with small whispers only its owner knows the truth of.
Micali Alsara never knew her parents. She was born in a small city, Lucrus, due east of Terminus. Her parents must have made the wrong enemies because she was only 4 or 5 when they were killed by hired arms. Those hired arms took her in, and raised her as they saw fit. She grew to learn that these particular killers were part of the Insidiis, a covert branch of The Impraevitas, sent to deal with more underhanded affairs than the typical mercenary work of the larger group. The Insidiis bred killers, thieves, and worse. Micali was raised to kill, going through rigorous training as a child. She wasn't deprived of love entirely, though, as the branch did allow her to socialize with other children and didn't force her too hard into work. A time came when she was given the choice to leave, but given that the life was all she knew, she chose to stay.
Around the age of 18, Micali started to do work. She was fed targets through Insidiis operatives, handed a sniper rifle, and taken with tutors to kill. She never dealt with clients, was merely the muscle in operations, be it murder or heist or otherwise. The Insidiis had one code: Never harm a child. To do so is unethical beyond recompense. While adults had their own affairs that were settled in blood, there was never a time that harming a child would be permitted within the Insidiis branch. A few corpses later, Micali was allowed to work alone. She fought to prove herself, quickly rising through the ranks, and earning respect from the leaders of the organization. Her body count was in nearing a couple dozen, years later, when she was given a specific target. A group of politicians who had done wrong by the poor. Little did she know, this was a contest. Finding and killing one of the targets was as easy as any other, tracking him and shooting him dead from afar, but to her surprise, Micali found the rest already dead in different ways, scorched, bones cracked, throats slit, a whole variety. Until the last.
The final politician was running for his life when Micali watched him die, two figures slowing their approach as he fell. She decided to approach, knowing this was no mere coincidence. She wasn't the only. Slowly, four others also emerged to introduce themselves. From a young age, some even at birth, they had all been raised by specific people within the Insidiis to kill, all in grooming to create a team with the potential to take out world leaders. They were dubbed the Seven Devils, all as deadly as the next and former in their own specialized ways. Seven years later, when Micali was 28, the group disbanded after a mysterious incident involving a fire in the headquarters of the Insidiis branch. Micali was left scarred in every way imaginable, the night itself being pushed to the furthest back of her mind. Now, three years later, she works to leave it all behind, doing freelance work in the city where it all started.
*Not sure if I'm allowed to make this call, let me know if this is okay or if I should invent a new group.
Skill 1: Way of Perspicax (Sniper - Long Range Precision)
Skill 2: Discipline of Battuentis (Fencer - Light Melee Combat)
Skill 3: Discipline of Pugilis (Brawler - Unarmed Melee Combat)
Skill 4: Art of Terriculum (Gunsmith - Firearms and Entrenchments)