name. luna serpico
country affiliation. reim
race. fanalis
tier. novice [ d ]
class. assassin
age + birthdate. 19, June 6
gender. female
sexuality. bisexual
personality.
- Luna was trained to show little emotion in the face of many different situations. However, she does not find it hard to express herself when it is needed but it is rare for her to show weakness. She may come off as having an abrasive personality. Her pride makes her over critical of others and tends to get her into a lot of unwanted trouble. She is aware of her rude attitude but her newfound freedom of speech leaves her with little remorse. The only people that earn her respect and give light to a nicer attitude are those who are stronger than her or remind her of her master.
She can be childish but when it comes down to her work and the task, she knows how to be serious. Her critical thinking and confidence helps her do a lot of jobs exceptionally well in comparison to others at her current skill. Luna isn't afraid to take risks but is able to measure nearly all of her options before acting upon them. She will hardly hesitate in any murderous task she is given but does not like to kill outside of her job. Unlike most of her profession, she has morals and will not cross them for anyone/ That is... unless a hefty sum of gold or fame is involved.
likes.
- For as long as she could remember, she has been very fond of the dark. Whether it is night or a poorly lit room, it makes her feel at home and provides an escape from the world.
Another one of her favorite things is satisfying others. From a simple thank you to someone swearing their debt to her, it is all a boost to her confidence every time she makes someone happy.
dislikes.
- Bright lights are her worst enemy. Due to hanging around in shaded areas, her eyes aren't used to brighter environments. They're simply an annoyance rather than a hindrance but they will still cause her to fuss.
If Luna is anything, she is a sore loser. A loss is the worst thing in the world to her. It takes a direct hit to her confidence and she finds it hard to come back from a large loss.
aspirations.
- Her priority is to build up her own reputation as an assassin. The family she was raised in used to be esteemed and respectable within Reim. However, it changed when they were targeted by another family. It was unclear what it was over but the murder caused their names to be lost. A majority of the members were killed except for her master who raised her as his heir. It is her duty to help forge a new legacy for the Serpico family.
fears.
- As one who deals in death, it is her greatest fear. There is a great deal of respect that is placed into it. It can be beautiful as it can be terrifying. As many times as she has seen the face of death, it has spared her. Self preservation is a value she takes very seriously and will waste no opportunity to save herself. One day, it will be her time to perish but it isn't today.
face claim. kokonoe mercury - blazblue
hair color. pink
eye color. gold
height. 5'2" ( 157 cm )
weight. 104 lbs ( 47 kb )
appearance.
- Luna is a short, lithe young woman with lengthy light red hair that shows her heritage. Her golden eyes and light skin are accented by a tired expression. She wears her hair up in a high ponytail with two tufts of hair sticking out from the ribbon that holds the hair together.
Her common outfit is a long white coat lined with black lines that is closed by her chest and exposes her midriff. The sleeves come down past the openings similar to a kimono. Her capris are a deep red and flair out at around her knees. The shoes she wears are similar to ballerina slippers and force her to walk on her toes. They are white and have black stripes on them making them look like paws. There are two tails attached to her black belt but they are purely for decoration and serve no real function.
rukh alignment. white
history.
- In the night, a woman had been slain for her debt to a man she had never met. The gold coins within her killer's hand jingled together as they shifted between his slippery fingers. Moonlight beamed through the curtains onto her corpse. Her face was distorted and her body in pieces from the blow to her stomach. It was clean. One of her arms clutched a bag close to her chest and the other reached out to a bassinet.
The child was quiet. Blood was splattered upon it's smooth skin but it was unharmed. The killer furled his fingers around it's clothes, lifting it into the moonlight. In one movement, the child would be dead. There was nothing to be gained from killing it. In pity of the orphan, he took the child back to his home.
The killer was the head of a family of skilled assassins that had been dying out. He was young, unmarried and without an heir. There was no love felt towards this infant but it was a perfect opportunity to groom a successor. As the child grew, he discovered that she shared the same physical prowess as he had. She was fast, her body was strong.
The shadow became her life as the years passed by. She had lived in isolation. Her master was the only other person she had ever known. In the darkness, she observed the outside without ever stepping into the light. Day after day she trained until her body gave out on her. He gave her little to no affection. Life was cruel, he said. There was no remorse to be shown for their targets. Gold was to be gained. This was what it was like to live. The wolf must eat the sheep before he brings the shepard.
A life in shadow only leads to a blood soaked path. She was ready for this. Her goal was to do what her master could not and earn a name for the family. A few techniques under her belt was enough to carry out her job. But now it was up to her to forge her own journey.
sample.
- It was hot. The flames nipped at the wisps that swarmed frantically trying to protect the world tree. Her skin felt like it was on fire but she endured the pain. The druidic magic that she trained so hard to master was useless. It was scorched by flames. Her hands tried to conjure a small sliver of fel magic that she once relied on but to no avail. Her mana was diminished. Elune’s light could not reach her. She screamed in frustration. If only Illidan were here. If only...
“Elune, help us.”
The fire was not the worst of it. Branches began to fall from the top, injuring the citizens of Darnassus as they crashed down onto the trunk. There was so much smoke that the sky turned black even though it was only in the early morning. The soot filled her lungs with every breath making it nearly impossible to breath. She needed to get out.
Abandoning the world tree was the last thing they wanted. It was the heart of their civilization. But the Horde had won this battle. A moment of history that no one would forget.
A sudden rough beating of wings blew a way through the flames to her safety. It was an Illidari whose face she knew well. Although not Illidan, it was a relief. After Illidan had left, she took the Illidari under her wing to give them a purpose. It was simple and most of them followed. They made home on the side of Teldrassil a few weeks before this tragedy. This event only fueled their rage even further.
She took his hand. “My lady, we must leave.” His voice was pained, as if he didn’t want to believe his own words. “I know,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her, exhaling a deep breath. His skin was a dark, dull purple and it was cool to the touch. The tattoos on his skin pulsed warmly with fel energies. “The world tree,” she whispered, looking back. He hushed her, “It’s gone. We are saving who we can. A lot of us still had families.” His voice was choked up and hoarse.
“I know.”
