Vexille Nightwind

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Name: Vexille Nightwind
Nickname/Alias: Ve, Vex
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Build: Slender
Hair: Jet black with a few raven feathers tied into it.
Eyes: gray/blue
Skin: light tan
Tattoos/Scars: One long cut scar that goes down her back. And a “V” shaped burn on her left cheek.
Distinguishing Features:Short spiky black hair and the burned "V" on her left cheek.
Physical Flaws: Blind in one eye after getting a dagger slashed across her eye.
Physical Qualities: Slightly faster than most but not overly quick.
Clothes: Covering herself in a cloak she has used since she was a small elf is torn and used. Rips from fights and pushing through forests have left little of it untouched. Still under her cloak is mostly untouched clothing that would be found on commoners of any city. The dull colors not standing out against anything.
Voice: Normal pitch
Object(s) owned of sentimental value: A small crimson red crystal that she turned into a necklace.
Worships:Theodra
Disabilities/Illnesses: Blindness in her right eye.
Intelligence Level: Normal
Known Languages:Common, elvish,

Skills:
-Bow: Slightly trained but only to the point of hunting large game in the forests.
-Daggers: Train well from her elven clan before she left to try and make the world a little bit better
-Needles: As her primary way of talking things down. Vexille has take her time training with needles. Having spent most of her childhood training with them she has become very skillful at using them for both taking down a target and using them to relieve pain through acupuncture.
-Poison making: A newer skill that she has picked up. Because of that her poisons are weak but still have a small effect on the body. They may only make a limb go numb and unusable but it doesn’t take long for it to wear off.
-Tailoring: The newest skill that Vexille has picked up since reaching the northern kingdoms. She hasn’t had time to make things that would sell very well but she sets time aside everyday to try and get a little better, but for now she can only make the simplest of things.

Weapons:
-Six toxic tipped needles in a small band tied around her right leg. Then her twin daggers that rest on the back of her hip and lower back.

 

[bettemus99]

/._./ There you are!

 

[Zero]

Was I really that hard to find?

 

[mistaahh]

Hrmm..

Interesting..

What alignment..?

 

[Zero]

Lawful neutral. Unless you are talking about the crown. At which point she doesn't care.

 

[Zero]

The wind thrashed across the rolling hills just outside the forest. Vexille and her small hunting party stood just inside the tree line. One of her twin elven daggers held tightly in her hand. Her eyes darting back and forth to the others that were gathered around her. They were arguing again. They could never just go with what one of them said, it made Vexille feel sick to her stomach. She liked being around them, but it was times like this she wished to be alone hunting.
Flipping the blade it her hand she started jabbing it into the tree next to her, a habit that she was never really happy with, still it was something to keep her hand busy. Looking over her shoulder back at the others. The hint of disgust in her eyes. They had been at this for an hour now with nothing happening. The sun was rapidly setting behind them and it would soon be night. If they didn’t get their act together they might as well lay down and die. The cold air of the night would take them soon anyways.
If not the air, then it would be the bandits that would get them. The thought of the bandits coming to get them just made Vexille stab her dagger into the tree more. It took here a minute to pull it free, before turning it again in her hand and sheathing it. Walking around the small clearing they had all stopped in. She stops near another tree and sat down. The ground under her was hard and covered in a thin layer of leafs. Still her legs demanded rest. They had been running most of the day after all.
Sleep soon found its way into Vexille’s mind. The blankness was a welcome really. It turned pain to nothingness, happy feelings to nothingness, it turned everything to nothingness. It was a true release from the real world. The one place that she could go to get some peace from everyone. Still there was some unrest here now. Vexille tried to figure out why but found nothing but the place she knew so well, but that was all shattered when she felt something hit her body.
Her eyes snapped open when the arrow buried itself in her arm. She looked at it numbed in shock. Blood had start to flow out from around the arrow shaft and was staining the wood a deep crimson color. She reached up to the arrow shaft and grabbed it with shaking hands. She had been hit before,before but that was only with the dull wooden blades they used to practice. This...This was a real arrow that had buried itself in her arm.
The sounds around her seemed far away and were talking through water. Her limbs started to feel heavier. Thoughts raced through her mind. Was it poisoned!? Was she going to die here in the woods from an enemy she had yet to see!? The darkness started to creep into her vision. The screams of other party members echoed in the woods around her. Then all was quiet again. Darkness took her vision once more as she slumped to the ground.

 

[Zero]

Waking in the dead hours of the night. Vexille found herself tied and placed in a “pen” with a few other people. They all looked tired and older than she was. Slowly pushing herself up into a sit she looked around the rim of this pit like pen. Even with the darkness that had taken hold of the sky. It was still easy to see how much trouble she was in.
The rim of the pit had bandits looking down at them laughing and pointing at her. Some of them were off talking with what looked to be a nobleman. Probably finalizing a sale of someone in the pit.Slowly standing up trying to get a better view of the area around her. A sizeable rock hit her in the back of the head making her legs give out from under her. Falling back into the dirt Vexille stayed there panting for air after landing on her knee.
As Vexille layed there curled up she could hear the bandits laughing at her again. Their voices deep and cruel. Slowly pushing herself back up into a sitting position she took one more look around. The nobleman she had seen earlier was now standing at the edge of the pit looking down at her. Her pointed and spoke to the bandit next to him.
The bandit shouted something to the others around the pit before they dropped down and came over to Vexille. Her mind told her to run. Run anywhere but here, but her legs didn’t move. They grabbed her arms and lifted her up before half dragging her over to the edge of the pit near the nobleman. The nobleman nodded and the bandits lifted Vexille out of the pit. The bandit nearest to the noble kicked her in the side and rolled her over.
She could see them now. The nobleman dressed rather nicely compared to the rags of the bandits. The bandit kneeled down over her. “What's your name slave?” He had a harsh grin on his face. Vexille could only look at him and mumble her name in fear. “V-vexille.” Her voice shaking and fearful.
The bandit smiled and turned to the noble. “You want to let her keep that name?” The noble nodded slowly. “Yes, I think its a rather kind name.” He too smiled down at her. The bandit moved his foot off her chest. Vexille took a deep breath right as the weight lifted from her chest. She had been unaware that she had been holding her breath.
The bandit then grabbed her hair and dragged her up into a sitting position. Vexille gasped in pain as she was dragged up. “You hear that slave. You get to keep that little elven name you love so much.” His tone mocking and cold. “Unbind her now. You have your money.” The noble said in a hushed tone.
The bandit looked at him and let go of Vexille’s hair. With a grunt he went behind her and undid the binds that held her arms and legs. Seeing this was the best chance she was going to get. Vexille darted up and charged into the noble knocking him to the ground. He let out a cry in surprise. The bandit seeming to have known this kind of thing was going to happen drew his dagger and ran after her as she ran toward the woods.

 

[Zero]

*updated character profile. Would write more but writers block.

Name: Vexille Nightwind
Nickname/Alias: Ve, Vex
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Build: Slender
Hair: Jet black with a few raven feathers tied into it.
Eyes: gray/blue
Skin: light tan
Tattoos/Scars: One long cut scar that goes down her back. And a “V” shaped burn on her left cheek. A small mask is burned into her left arm just below the wrist.
Distinguishing Features:Short spiky black hair and the burned "V" on her left cheek. Mask burn just under left wrist
Physical Flaws: Blind in one eye after getting a dagger slashed across her eye.
Physical Qualities: Slightly faster than most but not overly quick.
Clothes: Covering herself in a cloak she has used since she was a small elf is torn and used. Rips from fights and pushing through forests have left little of it untouched. Still under her cloak is mostly untouched clothing that would be found on commoners of any city. The dull colors not standing out against anything.
Voice: Normal pitch
Object(s) owned of sentimental value: A small crimson red crystal that she turned into a necklace.
Worships:Theodra
Disabilities/Illnesses: Blindness in her right eye.
Intelligence Level: Normal
Known Languages:Common, elvish,

Skills:
-Bow: Slightly trained but only to the point of hunting large game in the forests.
-Daggers: Train well from her elven clan before she left to try and make the world a little bit better
-Needles: As her primary way of talking things down. Vexille has take her time training with needles. Having spent most of her childhood training with them she has become very skillful at using them for both taking down a target and using them to relieve pain through acupuncture.
-Poison making: A newer skill that she has picked up. Because of that her poisons are weak but still have a small effect on the body. They may only make a limb go numb and unusable but it doesn’t take long for it to wear off.
-Tailoring: Better than she was only months before. Vexille is now making simple dresses and clothing for herself out of whatever cloth she can find. A pass time she now very much enjoys to take part in.
Weapons:
-Six toxic tipped needles in a small band tied around her right leg. Then her twin daggers that rest on the back of her hip and lower back.

 

[Zero]

With rain falling lightly across the docks of port silver. Vexille sat on a roof with her legs over the edge. Looking up into the sky she smiled. The rain felt good as it rolled down her cheeks like a thousand tears that she would never cry. “These are the days I live for...” She mumbled in elvish. With a sigh she pushed herself off the roof and dropped into the alley below her. She grinned as she landed softly on her feet. To think there once was a time she would have landed in a heap on the ground after a drop like that. She thought looking up at the roofs edge.
Walking out of the alley and onto the main road leading in and out of the port she felt her hand move to her left wrist. It had been close to a month now since she had been branded and welcomed into her new family. Walking down the middle of the street she watched people run from cover to cover trying not to get wet. She laughed a little to herself as she watched them still keeping her right hand over the burn on her wrist. “Why do people hide from the rain? Its not like it will ever go away.” She thought remembering all the times back in her wooded home in the forest with the other elves and them all walking around in the rain as if it was sunlight.
She stopped outside the glassworks shop and looked into its window. There were so many things in there she wanted to just take. The round glass balls of many colors, the ones with small gems inside, or even the glass that looked of flames from its colors. She wanted them, all of them. Still this was a place she could not touch. The guild master had told some other thieves in the street one time to stay away from the glass works. She could only guess it had something to do with his private life, but that was something she also dare not ask.
Turning she started away from the shop. Passing groups of people running from the rain and inside one of the local taverns. It wasn’t too late, but the fog from the bay was starting to roll into the port. Things were about to get interesting around here. Soon night would fall and the thieves would come out of the woodwork around here. Their targets already picked from their daily lives moving around the port. “Guess its time to move to my place.” She smiled as she walked down to the docks and to her tree she was to wait for the thieves to drop off their catches with her.
It was a living being a fence for her guild. Not the most honest work, but work nonetheless. It took time for her to reach the tree and the rain still fell on the port. She smiled as she climbed the tree and sat on one of the branches with her feet hanging down once again. A feeling of peace flowed into her mind. The many times she had sat in trees back home just watching the animals under her walking around. The arrow held tightly in her right hand as she pulled back on the bow. That sound that ripped the quiet to everything near. The cry of the dying as it fell onto the earth. The kill. Some would say her sense of peace was twisted, but in the end it was her peace.
She stayed in that tree for a good two hours before the sound of metal boots woke her from her dreams of home. Yawning she turned her head toward the sound. She smiled as she watched one of the thieves run from a group of guards. His light weight gear working much better for long runs than the guards heavy metal armor. The young thief had a big grin on his face as he ran. Darting into an alley he vanished from her view as did the guard who followed him. It was only minutes later that she hear a footsteps of someone below her.
Looking down she saw the thief. The cloth that would have covered his face during a heist had fallen around his neck, probably from the chase, still she smiled down at him before dropping from the tree. “Have a nice catch for me?” She asked in a warm tone.
The thief smiled back at her and reached into his bag and pulled out an engraved dagger that was probably going to be use for something fancy. Vexille grinned and took the blade and looked it over. turning it over in her hands she looked back at the young thief. “This is quite the catch, how much you want for it?” Her tone turning a little more serious.
“Two hundred.” He said. She looked at him and tried to hide her shock. A blade like this could easily sell for close to five to six hundred and he was only asking for two. She grinned and nodded before putting the dagger in her bag and started climbing the tree again. “Alright, two hundred it is. I will leave the money for you at the normal place. Now leave before you get me caught.” She looked back down at him with a warm smile. With a quick bow he turned and ran off again.
There were a number of other drop offs that night but still that dagger was probably worth the most. The key now was how to sell something like that. The way it was engraved made it easy to pick out of a crowed. Still there had to be a way to sell it. Besides live was full of risks and with risk came money. Now it was time to head back to the guilds hideout and sort through most of the drop offs, but that would be a long lonely walk.

 

[bettemus99]

Wall of texts .-.

 

[Zero]

yep wall of text story thing.