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Angst train is coming to town

Update: //finally finished lmao
Update 6/29/2019:: been redrawing all my old ocs lately

Basic

   Name: Ophelia Sinclaire

   Age: 25

   Birthday: October 23

   Height/Weight: 5’5” or 165cm and 114lbs

   Gender: Female

   Sexual Orientation: Demisexual

   Race: Wickling, (High Elf and Demon mixed blood)

   Class: Rogue

   Branch: Assassin

   Level: 1

Backstory

   Family:
Annabelle Catlenlan
Her Mother, a noble high elf whom abandoned but once loved her child. The woman is currently alive in the Sinclaire family estate, held under house arrest and hidden from the public eye. She is considered a disgrace and embarrassment for eloping with a demon.
???
A Demon, Little to nothing is known about Ophelia’s father given he died not long after her birth but he was surprisingly kind for a demon if he wasn’t killed he might’ve been a decent father.

Polonius
A member of the assassin guild she was once a member of. The closest thing to an adoptive father she ever got even if he, like many others held some resentment towards Wicklings. Yet, he was barely, but still tolerably kind, unlike many others. He taught her how to fight and raised her until he ran from the guild. Ophelia was sent to kill him though she didn’t have the heart to actually finish the deed. Even so, he was eventually tracked down and killed, even if Ophelia doesn’t know this information as of yet.

   Homeland: Nevramur

   Deities: Alorel

   Personality:
Capable | Conservative | Playful | Independent | Good-Natured | Reliable | Tolerant
    \    Possessive | Obedient | Solitary | Quiet | Protective | Childish | Silly | Reserved
Impulsive | Mistrusting | Disloyal | Violent | Secretive | Dishonest | Depressing

   History:
Summary:
Ophelia was born to a Noble High elf mother, Annabelle, and a Demon, her father died shortly after Ophelia's birth and her mother ran away from Nevramur in order to protect herself and her baby. Her mother after running away would find refuge in an assassins guild where she and Ophelia endured many years of prejudice and abuse, with that said Annabelle eventually grew to hate her daughter. One night she couldn't take it anymore and escaped the guild where she'd then be captured and sent back to the Sinclaire estate to be held under house arrest. Polonius, a member of the guild took Ophelia in, in place of her mother. He taught her to be a cold-blooded killer and that was exactly what she was for the years she worked as an assassin. But when Ophelia turned 20 he too, left the guild. Ophelia was sent to kill him but she couldn't bring herself to finish the deed so after returning to the guild and fully realizing how alone she truly was, she ran away from that accursed guild too. She was wanted dead and so since then, she's been chased mercilessly by the guild members. Fairly recently though, after being saved by Tivael she became an indentured servant and joined the Heliantheas Guard to pay off her debt and seek safety from her previous guild who are still hunting her.

  Ophelia, an abomination of nature that was brought into the world by some odd twist of fate yet still intentionally. Conceived from Annabelle Catlenlan and a Demon, her mother a noble high elf of the Catlenlan family, pure-blooded and rich, not to mention an influential house. While her father, a demon was, simply that, a demon. If Ophelia was born under normal circumstances from an arranged marriage her life would’ve been a very simple and carefree one but fate works in strange and cruel ways. She was conceived out of love, that was without a doubt her parents were naive and foolish, not to mention absolutely head over heels for each other but such love was never meant to be. Her father was killed shortly after Ophelia’s birth by a small group of commissioned assassins. Her mother is a pure blooded high elf wasn't killed but she was to be brought back to the Catlenlan family estate and held under house arrest, her disgraceful actions were plenty to justify it. Ophelia, merely an infant at the time was to be killed, a wickling was an unholy thing after all. But that didn't happen, she had her mother an elf proficient in the arts of magic and a caring strong woman. She wouldn't let her daughter, the last remnant of her love be slaughtered off so easily so she ran. And luckily, or not so luckily for her an assassin guild took her and her child in, in exchange for her mother’s services in their ranks. Even with shelter and safety, suffering never quite left them. A wickling baby was more than enough for the members to treat Annabelle with prejudice and more than enough to drive a loving and strong woman to the hateful and breaking woman she became. Ophelia was only 7 when her mother snapped. Annabelle hated her daughter at that point, there was no longer any love left for that child not even from her own mother. Despite all the hate, Annabelle felt toward her daughter she never abused Ophelia, she’d only hit her once in all those years. But that was the last Ophelia ever saw of her mother.

    Annabelle, in the dead of night, left. Ophelia in the morning discovered this and being too young to truly understand or fend for herself, she had no choice but to stay even if her life can only be described as torture. There were assassins sent after the escapee woman but rather than kill her, they brought her back to the Catlenlan household, where she’s currently in house arrest. With her main source of protection gone she was subject to more prejudice than before, and even more than as she was the daughter of a traitor. There was only one man in the guild that could tolerate her. A man named Polonius, he became the closest thing to a father Ophelia ever had though more precisely he was a teacher assigned to train her in becoming an emotionless cold killer. He was soft for an assassin, kind and though like many others he held loyal to his beliefs and held some hatred for Wicklings in general. He still raised her best he could even with the discrimination the act brought for her. So with that said he never truly made her into a cold killer. She continued on like this with a tolerable life with Polonius until she turned 20. She even climbed the ranks of the guild with her expert marksmanship, though too honest she'd simply been elevated to the role of a sword and a slave, the best killer in the guild, sent to do most of the dirty work no one wanted. Yet, this wouldn't last long either. October 1st, after witnessing Ophelia murder an innocent woman, he, like Ophelia's mother before him, had had enough. He proclaimed he despised her, and she was like all wicklings.

    Polonius, like Ophelia’s mother, left. Dead of the night, he was firm in his beliefs and he was very firmly against the assassin’s guild and even more with the more recent turn, it’d taken for the worst. Jobs from richer nobles to exterminate innocent folk for the fun of it. Upon his betrayal, a few members of the guild were sent to retrieve him. Among those was Ophelia and being the well-trained killer she was she tracked him down without much trouble and all... yet... She couldn’t do it and after inflicting a minor wound she allowed him to escape. when she returned empty-handed the guild turned against her. Wicking, abomination, everything they’d called her that she’d become so numb too suddenly hit her at full force as it did so many years ago when her mother left. She ran, not even during the night. In plain sight and day, she simply ran. It was a foolish action but since then she’d simply been on the run from the guild. Countless kills of her former ‘comrades” if they could even be called that, countless traitors whom she’d thought trustworthy and countless rejections from society. Or that’s how it’d been for nearly 5 years. She barely even knew kindness anymore shy from that meager one percent. It was amazing but somehow she was still on the run from the guild. They were simply extremely determined to kill or capture her. It was a mystery, what had she done really? she hadn’t sold them out to the authorities nor disobeyed any orders from the higher-ups, all she had was the ability to kill, it wasn't a rare skill, so why? No, she knew the answer. It was because she was a Wickling.

  One day, fate seemed to finally have good in store for Ophelia, even if she had to endure getting stabbed and killed a few individuals for it. She stumbled upon a small cozy church owned by Tivael Davar, where he treated her injuries, though at a cost that is. Roughly 5100 solis and seeing as the wickling is dirt poor she became an indentured servant of sorts. Not that she cared much. The guild would be a safe place to stay, perhaps free from the suffering that had plagued her life so far

   What do they want?/Goal: Protection, Pay off debt

   Flaws/Weaknesses:
    Distrusting
    She’s ridiculously socially inept not to mention she was betrayed on multiple occasions so it’s reasonable to say she doesn’t work well in large groups
    Defenseless
    She has little to no defenses as she has no armor in order to keep her speed unobstructed, this has made her defenses lacking so in short. She can’t take more than 2 hard hits.
  People
  She’s already lacking in the people department but due to her trauma with prejudiced individuals against Wicklings she nearly breaks down when surrounded by too many people and If you remove her cloak and eye bandages, she WILL break down.
  Readable
  She’s extremely easy to read and thus so predictable, especially when it comes to melee combat and plans that’d allow her to keep a straight face for long. It is precisely this reason she’s absolute rubbish at acting
  Morality
  Her morals are strange when you look at it, or more specifically… She doesn’t have any. Or at least when it comes to ending the life of another individual. She’s very impulsive in terms of who she sentences to death and how she is to kill them. Her bloodlust is perhaps the only emotion that doesn’t show plain as day.

   Likes:
Sweet Foods
Friends
Fluffy Cute Things
Money
Useless items
Alchemy
Books
Alcohol - To drown her sorrows and debt
Equality
All animals, except for bugs… god she hates bugs
Work that doesn’t involve massive bloodshed
Arts and Crafts

   Dislikes:
Discrimination against Wicklings
Debt
Rich People
Perverts
Bugs
People in general.., For now
Her demon half
Assassin Guilds
Greed

Stats:
   Health: 40
   Attack: 500
   Speed: 220
   Defense: 10
   Stealth: 30

   Abilities or Spells:
     Scope -
    Gives her the ability to snipe. In all honesty, this is a very simple skill, once she’s removed her left eye bandage and activated the spell by simply reciting the name. Her demon eye which holds some night vision properties and is already very strong acts be a sniper scope. Able to magnify up to about 1000 yards away with some effort. The magnification is measured by 6 magic circles that appear depending on how much magnification and magic is used; 1 magic circle 0-200 yards, 2 magic circles 0-400, 3 magic circles 0- 600, 4 magic circles 0-800, 5 magic circles 0-1000, 6 magic circles 0-1000+. There is no limit to the number of times she can use this in a day though it's at her own risk. Use of the skill causes some levels of mental strain, usually in the form of a migraine which intensifies depending on 3 factors; How long is it active, How many circles are up, and How many time's it is used in a day.
     Salvo -
    The ability to rapid fire, when wielding a bow and arrow the function is simple, a volley of rapid fire arrows for a short period of time. Providing small burst damage across a large field of damage. High ground is optimal for this ability.
     Spate -
    When wielding melee weapons such as her twin daggers it’s use is somewhat more complicated. It’ll enable a sort of “blades dance” ability where a fast succession of slashes allows very high burst damage in a small circular radius. The only downside is this is extremely tiring and puts her in a position of high risk given it’s common for her to use this when surrounded by enemies on low ground.

Soothe -
  An instant tame and calm ability, Ophelia is able to instantly calm or tame any animal or monster of a lower level than hers to aid her in battle, the stronger the creature the shorter the period of time this is possible. For generally unhostile creatures this can be done for up to a day, hostile animals can remain tamed for up to 5 hours and monsters can only remain under control for up to 30 minutes though most commonly only 10 minutes are stable. This is usually done by getting up close and touching the target, most commonly on the head for the best results. This does however put massive amounts of strain on her not to mention, if she uses the ability more than 3 times a day or without a nap in between on monsters or dangerous hostile mobs, she will knock herself out. For higher level monsters she may only dispel their hostility to some extent although this is only done with extreme strain and will disable her for the next 3 turns.

    Weapons:
  Bow -
     A keepsake from her mother, a rather expensive looking piece of weaponry, doubles as a bow and a melee weapon. The sides are made of a crystal and sharpened. It’s imbued with some magic to keep the fragile crystals from shattering.
  Twin Daggers -
     When worst comes to worst and she is forced to fight close distance without her bow she’s not completely helpless, she had 2 daggers to wield each with a small amount of paralyzing poison staining the blades to make it easier for her.

    Equipment and Items:
    Cloak -
  To hide her horns and markings as well as to maintain a certain level of stealth at night. It hides nearly all of her, without being pinned up it’s too big and drags behind her, she has tripped on multiple occasions wearing it. It’s a near pure black piece of clothing that originally belonged to Polonius.
      Bandages -
  She carries a roll of bandages with her at all times incase she needs a redo on her eye cover.
      Quiver -
  A few pockets where she keeps maps, and food, her water canteen is attached to it but most importantly this is where she holds all of her arrows.
      Bird Whistle -
  Another small keepsake from her mother, there is no real use for it at the moment, but it holds some sentimental value.
      Falconry Arm Brace -
  No real use atm.

Misc facts:
Can cook, though it seems to instantly combust into fire everytime.
Alcohol tolerance is surprisingly high
Extremely Reserved and socially inept at the moment
Voice Ref: Rachie
Full Resolution
TBH---

Companion:
Polo
An orphaned falcon hatchling Ophelia had adopted not too long ago. Named Polo after her adoptive father, or caretaker for a lack of better words. As stated before it's merely a hatchling currently so it lacks the ability to fly and be of any major use besides be adorable though it's currently being trained otherwise. It's quite spoiled though and remains under Ophelia's watchful eye... and by that I mean it usually stays nestled under her hood.

RP example:
    It never changed. The glares of the people every time they laid eyes on those markings, her eye, and her horns. They’d always been the same, they’d always haunted Ophelia, even now after so many years she still hadn't gotten used to it but then again. She hadn’t changed much either. She thought to herself as she squeezed through the crowded streets of the city during the evening rush hour. Likely people returning home to their families. She thought, looking up to the sky, holding her cloak and hood down and close to her body, not wanting to risk any chances of being discovered but even without the horns and eye visible she caught the glances of a few curious passersby and though they weren’t hostile glares in the least, they still stung and dug into Ophelia. Yes, they were always the same. Eyes that spoke volumes of the people that bore them. If they knew what she was. What would they do? What would they think? What would they- No, she didn’t want to think about it. She began to run at that point, she’d already left the main plaza and the busy streets yet second and step she took was still equally as suffocating to her.

    None of that mattered though, not tonight. Ophelia had a very important job that night. Ki-... Dispose of a rich business owner who’d been blackmailing more than a small handful of government officials for tax evasion. One in particular who’d been blackmailed by the individual seeking help from the assassin guild and this was a job she was more than willing to comply to. She wasted no time on climbing atop a building once away from the crowds of people. She smirked as she positioned herself on the rooftop and checked the time. Past sunset now, the sky no longer tinted with the orange and pink hues of the day’s end but rather the darkness. She was right on schedule. Ophelia thought to herself as she removed the bandages covering her left eye, the purple pupil glowing dimly as she raised the bow and pulled the arrow from her quiver, cocking it carefully as she shut her right eye. “Scope”, She recited clearly and quietly under her breath. The dim purple light glowing brighter as a few magic circles hovered in front of it. Along with the luminosity, increased her vision of the room as the image became clear as day. She frowned upon spotting the man along with a few ladies. A fat pig with a ridiculous perverted grin who wore luxurious linens and too much gold jewelry. Yes, she would have no problem in wiping that smug grin out of existence. She thought to herself, readjusting and narrowing down her aim to square in his forehead. Ophelia sucking in a deep breath and let go of the arrow, closing her eyes as she did so. Silence, but then her ears twitched as the silence was cut through by the sounds of women shrieking hysterically. Her job was done.
     He was dead, an arrow, it’s white feathers, tinted blue was dyed red with blood. It’d landed square on the man’s forehead. A precise and cold-blooded killer. Yes, she never changed either.

Description

Angst train is coming to town

Update: //finally finished lmao
Update 6/29/2019:: been redrawing all my old ocs lately

Basic

   Name: Ophelia Sinclaire

   Age: 25

   Birthday: October 23

   Height/Weight: 5’5” or 165cm and 114lbs

   Gender: Female

   Sexual Orientation: Demisexual

   Race: Wickling, (High Elf and Demon mixed blood)

   Class: Rogue

   Branch: Assassin

   Level: 1

Backstory

   Family:
Annabelle Catlenlan
Her Mother, a noble high elf whom abandoned but once loved her child. The woman is currently alive in the Sinclaire family estate, held under house arrest and hidden from the public eye. She is considered a disgrace and embarrassment for eloping with a demon.
???
A Demon, Little to nothing is known about Ophelia’s father given he died not long after her birth but he was surprisingly kind for a demon if he wasn’t killed he might’ve been a decent father.

Polonius
A member of the assassin guild she was once a member of. The closest thing to an adoptive father she ever got even if he, like many others held some resentment towards Wicklings. Yet, he was barely, but still tolerably kind, unlike many others. He taught her how to fight and raised her until he ran from the guild. Ophelia was sent to kill him though she didn’t have the heart to actually finish the deed. Even so, he was eventually tracked down and killed, even if Ophelia doesn’t know this information as of yet.

   Homeland: Nevramur

   Deities: Alorel

   Personality:
Capable | Conservative | Playful | Independent | Good-Natured | Reliable | Tolerant
    \    Possessive | Obedient | Solitary | Quiet | Protective | Childish | Silly | Reserved
Impulsive | Mistrusting | Disloyal | Violent | Secretive | Dishonest | Depressing

   History:
Summary:
Ophelia was born to a Noble High elf mother, Annabelle, and a Demon, her father died shortly after Ophelia's birth and her mother ran away from Nevramur in order to protect herself and her baby. Her mother after running away would find refuge in an assassins guild where she and Ophelia endured many years of prejudice and abuse, with that said Annabelle eventually grew to hate her daughter. One night she couldn't take it anymore and escaped the guild where she'd then be captured and sent back to the Sinclaire estate to be held under house arrest. Polonius, a member of the guild took Ophelia in, in place of her mother. He taught her to be a cold-blooded killer and that was exactly what she was for the years she worked as an assassin. But when Ophelia turned 20 he too, left the guild. Ophelia was sent to kill him but she couldn't bring herself to finish the deed so after returning to the guild and fully realizing how alone she truly was, she ran away from that accursed guild too. She was wanted dead and so since then, she's been chased mercilessly by the guild members. Fairly recently though, after being saved by Tivael she became an indentured servant and joined the Heliantheas Guard to pay off her debt and seek safety from her previous guild who are still hunting her.

  Ophelia, an abomination of nature that was brought into the world by some odd twist of fate yet still intentionally. Conceived from Annabelle Catlenlan and a Demon, her mother a noble high elf of the Catlenlan family, pure-blooded and rich, not to mention an influential house. While her father, a demon was, simply that, a demon. If Ophelia was born under normal circumstances from an arranged marriage her life would’ve been a very simple and carefree one but fate works in strange and cruel ways. She was conceived out of love, that was without a doubt her parents were naive and foolish, not to mention absolutely head over heels for each other but such love was never meant to be. Her father was killed shortly after Ophelia’s birth by a small group of commissioned assassins. Her mother is a pure blooded high elf wasn't killed but she was to be brought back to the Catlenlan family estate and held under house arrest, her disgraceful actions were plenty to justify it. Ophelia, merely an infant at the time was to be killed, a wickling was an unholy thing after all. But that didn't happen, she had her mother an elf proficient in the arts of magic and a caring strong woman. She wouldn't let her daughter, the last remnant of her love be slaughtered off so easily so she ran. And luckily, or not so luckily for her an assassin guild took her and her child in, in exchange for her mother’s services in their ranks. Even with shelter and safety, suffering never quite left them. A wickling baby was more than enough for the members to treat Annabelle with prejudice and more than enough to drive a loving and strong woman to the hateful and breaking woman she became. Ophelia was only 7 when her mother snapped. Annabelle hated her daughter at that point, there was no longer any love left for that child not even from her own mother. Despite all the hate, Annabelle felt toward her daughter she never abused Ophelia, she’d only hit her once in all those years. But that was the last Ophelia ever saw of her mother.

    Annabelle, in the dead of night, left. Ophelia in the morning discovered this and being too young to truly understand or fend for herself, she had no choice but to stay even if her life can only be described as torture. There were assassins sent after the escapee woman but rather than kill her, they brought her back to the Catlenlan household, where she’s currently in house arrest. With her main source of protection gone she was subject to more prejudice than before, and even more than as she was the daughter of a traitor. There was only one man in the guild that could tolerate her. A man named Polonius, he became the closest thing to a father Ophelia ever had though more precisely he was a teacher assigned to train her in becoming an emotionless cold killer. He was soft for an assassin, kind and though like many others he held loyal to his beliefs and held some hatred for Wicklings in general. He still raised her best he could even with the discrimination the act brought for her. So with that said he never truly made her into a cold killer. She continued on like this with a tolerable life with Polonius until she turned 20. She even climbed the ranks of the guild with her expert marksmanship, though too honest she'd simply been elevated to the role of a sword and a slave, the best killer in the guild, sent to do most of the dirty work no one wanted. Yet, this wouldn't last long either. October 1st, after witnessing Ophelia murder an innocent woman, he, like Ophelia's mother before him, had had enough. He proclaimed he despised her, and she was like all wicklings.

    Polonius, like Ophelia’s mother, left. Dead of the night, he was firm in his beliefs and he was very firmly against the assassin’s guild and even more with the more recent turn, it’d taken for the worst. Jobs from richer nobles to exterminate innocent folk for the fun of it. Upon his betrayal, a few members of the guild were sent to retrieve him. Among those was Ophelia and being the well-trained killer she was she tracked him down without much trouble and all... yet... She couldn’t do it and after inflicting a minor wound she allowed him to escape. when she returned empty-handed the guild turned against her. Wicking, abomination, everything they’d called her that she’d become so numb too suddenly hit her at full force as it did so many years ago when her mother left. She ran, not even during the night. In plain sight and day, she simply ran. It was a foolish action but since then she’d simply been on the run from the guild. Countless kills of her former ‘comrades” if they could even be called that, countless traitors whom she’d thought trustworthy and countless rejections from society. Or that’s how it’d been for nearly 5 years. She barely even knew kindness anymore shy from that meager one percent. It was amazing but somehow she was still on the run from the guild. They were simply extremely determined to kill or capture her. It was a mystery, what had she done really? she hadn’t sold them out to the authorities nor disobeyed any orders from the higher-ups, all she had was the ability to kill, it wasn't a rare skill, so why? No, she knew the answer. It was because she was a Wickling.

  One day, fate seemed to finally have good in store for Ophelia, even if she had to endure getting stabbed and killed a few individuals for it. She stumbled upon a small cozy church owned by Tivael Davar, where he treated her injuries, though at a cost that is. Roughly 5100 solis and seeing as the wickling is dirt poor she became an indentured servant of sorts. Not that she cared much. The guild would be a safe place to stay, perhaps free from the suffering that had plagued her life so far

   What do they want?/Goal: Protection, Pay off debt

   Flaws/Weaknesses:
    Distrusting
    She’s ridiculously socially inept not to mention she was betrayed on multiple occasions so it’s reasonable to say she doesn’t work well in large groups
    Defenseless
    She has little to no defenses as she has no armor in order to keep her speed unobstructed, this has made her defenses lacking so in short. She can’t take more than 2 hard hits.
  People
  She’s already lacking in the people department but due to her trauma with prejudiced individuals against Wicklings she nearly breaks down when surrounded by too many people and If you remove her cloak and eye bandages, she WILL break down.
  Readable
  She’s extremely easy to read and thus so predictable, especially when it comes to melee combat and plans that’d allow her to keep a straight face for long. It is precisely this reason she’s absolute rubbish at acting
  Morality
  Her morals are strange when you look at it, or more specifically… She doesn’t have any. Or at least when it comes to ending the life of another individual. She’s very impulsive in terms of who she sentences to death and how she is to kill them. Her bloodlust is perhaps the only emotion that doesn’t show plain as day.

   Likes:
Sweet Foods
Friends
Fluffy Cute Things
Money
Useless items
Alchemy
Books
Alcohol - To drown her sorrows and debt
Equality
All animals, except for bugs… god she hates bugs
Work that doesn’t involve massive bloodshed
Arts and Crafts

   Dislikes:
Discrimination against Wicklings
Debt
Rich People
Perverts
Bugs
People in general.., For now
Her demon half
Assassin Guilds
Greed

Stats:
   Health: 40
   Attack: 500
   Speed: 220
   Defense: 10
   Stealth: 30

   Abilities or Spells:
     Scope -
    Gives her the ability to snipe. In all honesty, this is a very simple skill, once she’s removed her left eye bandage and activated the spell by simply reciting the name. Her demon eye which holds some night vision properties and is already very strong acts be a sniper scope. Able to magnify up to about 1000 yards away with some effort. The magnification is measured by 6 magic circles that appear depending on how much magnification and magic is used; 1 magic circle 0-200 yards, 2 magic circles 0-400, 3 magic circles 0- 600, 4 magic circles 0-800, 5 magic circles 0-1000, 6 magic circles 0-1000+. There is no limit to the number of times she can use this in a day though it's at her own risk. Use of the skill causes some levels of mental strain, usually in the form of a migraine which intensifies depending on 3 factors; How long is it active, How many circles are up, and How many time's it is used in a day.
     Salvo -
    The ability to rapid fire, when wielding a bow and arrow the function is simple, a volley of rapid fire arrows for a short period of time. Providing small burst damage across a large field of damage. High ground is optimal for this ability.
     Spate -
    When wielding melee weapons such as her twin daggers it’s use is somewhat more complicated. It’ll enable a sort of “blades dance” ability where a fast succession of slashes allows very high burst damage in a small circular radius. The only downside is this is extremely tiring and puts her in a position of high risk given it’s common for her to use this when surrounded by enemies on low ground.

Soothe -
  An instant tame and calm ability, Ophelia is able to instantly calm or tame any animal or monster of a lower level than hers to aid her in battle, the stronger the creature the shorter the period of time this is possible. For generally unhostile creatures this can be done for up to a day, hostile animals can remain tamed for up to 5 hours and monsters can only remain under control for up to 30 minutes though most commonly only 10 minutes are stable. This is usually done by getting up close and touching the target, most commonly on the head for the best results. This does however put massive amounts of strain on her not to mention, if she uses the ability more than 3 times a day or without a nap in between on monsters or dangerous hostile mobs, she will knock herself out. For higher level monsters she may only dispel their hostility to some extent although this is only done with extreme strain and will disable her for the next 3 turns.

    Weapons:
  Bow -
     A keepsake from her mother, a rather expensive looking piece of weaponry, doubles as a bow and a melee weapon. The sides are made of a crystal and sharpened. It’s imbued with some magic to keep the fragile crystals from shattering.
  Twin Daggers -
     When worst comes to worst and she is forced to fight close distance without her bow she’s not completely helpless, she had 2 daggers to wield each with a small amount of paralyzing poison staining the blades to make it easier for her.

    Equipment and Items:
    Cloak -
  To hide her horns and markings as well as to maintain a certain level of stealth at night. It hides nearly all of her, without being pinned up it’s too big and drags behind her, she has tripped on multiple occasions wearing it. It’s a near pure black piece of clothing that originally belonged to Polonius.
      Bandages -
  She carries a roll of bandages with her at all times incase she needs a redo on her eye cover.
      Quiver -
  A few pockets where she keeps maps, and food, her water canteen is attached to it but most importantly this is where she holds all of her arrows.
      Bird Whistle -
  Another small keepsake from her mother, there is no real use for it at the moment, but it holds some sentimental value.
      Falconry Arm Brace -
  No real use atm.

Misc facts:
Can cook, though it seems to instantly combust into fire everytime.
Alcohol tolerance is surprisingly high
Extremely Reserved and socially inept at the moment
Voice Ref: Rachie
Full Resolution
TBH---

Companion:
Polo
An orphaned falcon hatchling Ophelia had adopted not too long ago. Named Polo after her adoptive father, or caretaker for a lack of better words. As stated before it's merely a hatchling currently so it lacks the ability to fly and be of any major use besides be adorable though it's currently being trained otherwise. It's quite spoiled though and remains under Ophelia's watchful eye... and by that I mean it usually stays nestled under her hood.

RP example:
    It never changed. The glares of the people every time they laid eyes on those markings, her eye, and her horns. They’d always been the same, they’d always haunted Ophelia, even now after so many years she still hadn't gotten used to it but then again. She hadn’t changed much either. She thought to herself as she squeezed through the crowded streets of the city during the evening rush hour. Likely people returning home to their families. She thought, looking up to the sky, holding her cloak and hood down and close to her body, not wanting to risk any chances of being discovered but even without the horns and eye visible she caught the glances of a few curious passersby and though they weren’t hostile glares in the least, they still stung and dug into Ophelia. Yes, they were always the same. Eyes that spoke volumes of the people that bore them. If they knew what she was. What would they do? What would they think? What would they- No, she didn’t want to think about it. She began to run at that point, she’d already left the main plaza and the busy streets yet second and step she took was still equally as suffocating to her.

    None of that mattered though, not tonight. Ophelia had a very important job that night. Ki-... Dispose of a rich business owner who’d been blackmailing more than a small handful of government officials for tax evasion. One in particular who’d been blackmailed by the individual seeking help from the assassin guild and this was a job she was more than willing to comply to. She wasted no time on climbing atop a building once away from the crowds of people. She smirked as she positioned herself on the rooftop and checked the time. Past sunset now, the sky no longer tinted with the orange and pink hues of the day’s end but rather the darkness. She was right on schedule. Ophelia thought to herself as she removed the bandages covering her left eye, the purple pupil glowing dimly as she raised the bow and pulled the arrow from her quiver, cocking it carefully as she shut her right eye. “Scope”, She recited clearly and quietly under her breath. The dim purple light glowing brighter as a few magic circles hovered in front of it. Along with the luminosity, increased her vision of the room as the image became clear as day. She frowned upon spotting the man along with a few ladies. A fat pig with a ridiculous perverted grin who wore luxurious linens and too much gold jewelry. Yes, she would have no problem in wiping that smug grin out of existence. She thought to herself, readjusting and narrowing down her aim to square in his forehead. Ophelia sucking in a deep breath and let go of the arrow, closing her eyes as she did so. Silence, but then her ears twitched as the silence was cut through by the sounds of women shrieking hysterically. Her job was done.
     He was dead, an arrow, it’s white feathers, tinted blue was dyed red with blood. It’d landed square on the man’s forehead. A precise and cold-blooded killer. Yes, she never changed either.