Played by: LithiumName:
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Covert Ops Specialist / Seradin's ShadowSkill set:-Slayer:
Whether she's wielding blades, firearms or fighting unarmed, Veyle's lethality is rivaled by very few individuals in the universe.-Path of Shadows:
Having already mastered the art of subterfuge, Veyle is only seen when she wants to be seen.-Ethereal:
A testament to the Esos Guild's resources and advanced technology, all of their agents receive suits of armor which mask their wearers completely from any kind of known sensors. Additionally, the suits come equipped with personal cloaking generators (commonly referred to as Ethereal Cores) that enable them to essentially become invisible for short periods of time, though the recharge time in between uses is still quite long.Character History:
Denied any semblance of a normal life when she was taken in by the Esos Guild, Veyle was destined to bear the gift of death. Strife was the overarching theme of her existence as she fought tooth and nail just to survive the brutal training regimen that her adoptive 'family' put her through. Her body was constantly pushed far beyond its limits to the point where she felt like she couldn't go on any further and then pushed even harder still. Veyle's mind was shattered more times than she cared to remember by the overseers who mercilessly tortured and indoctrinated her until the only thing that she knew was unfaltering obedience for her masters, but her will to keep living was strong enough to carry her through. Many of her peers weren't so lucky, with nine out of every ten either perishing or being driven mad by the process, but Veye stubbornly refused either of those fates.
Being skilled and resilient was far from being sufficient for the Guild, however. Death matches between trainees who'd survived long enough for their age to reach double digits were common practice, used to cruelly weed out the ones who had all the other traits but lacked that all-important killer instinct. Only after Veyle had slain two dozen of her rivals were the overseers convinced that she was worthy of ascending to the rank of agent. She'd encased her heart behind heavy armor thick enough to line the hull of a starship in order not to feel; it was the only way that she could go through with it, but she did.
At sixteen, Veyle began working on real contracts that her overseers would present her with. She dutifully fulfilled every one of them with callous efficiency, convinced that doing her masters' bidding was her sole purpose for existing and that dispensing death was her only talent. How did the Captain hear about and recruit you?:
Dim, red auxiliary lights flickered through the halls of the small transport ship as the Void Wolf and his boarding party began to explore. The impassive voice of an artificial intelligence rang through the speakers, warning them that the vessel's self-destruct protocols had been engaged and that the countdown had only six minutes remaining. If they'd been expecting resistance, they certainly found none of it.
Bodies laid slumped against walls or sprawled across the floor with dark blood pooling underneath them, many of them missing one or several limbs. Within the sleeping quarters, the pirates found even more corpses lying beneath crimson stained sheets, both men and woman who'd been executed before they could even wake or get out of their beds. All of them wore Alliance dog tags around their necks even though the ship that they were on didn't seem to be from the military.
Just as curious was the fact that it had been drifting straight towards Verathi controlled space when the relentless' sensors had detected the distress signal, locking in on it like a wolf who's just picked up the scent of blood and spotted a wounded deer. Another bloodbath awaited Cass and his people when they reached the bridge with just under four minutes to go before it was all disintegrated. The captain hung from the ceiling with a metal wire around his neck that had dug into his throat and shredded it open, several others of his crew were laying nearby in pieces and the pilot had been slashed clearly in half from shoulder to waist, his entrails spilling out across the cold metal floor to complete the macabre scene.
Veyle stood calmly amidst the carnage. Her red armor made it harder to tell that she was spattered in blood from head to toe, but there was obviously no question as to who'd murdered everybody on board. Despite her success at carrying out her orders by eliminating all of the Alliance traitors before they could sell out any military secrets to the enemy, she hadn't been quick enough to stop them from sabotaging the escape pods and initiating the self-destruct sequence.
When the Relentless had arrived, Veyle had already accepted the fact that she was going to die there, alone and surrounded by death just like she'd lived up until that point. It was fitting, in a way. Even if she'd wanted to attack the pirates in an attempt to steal their ship, there was hardly enough time left for that by then, so it was hardly worth contemplating. Instead, Veyle simply suggested that they return from whence they came before the ship was vaporized and they shared her fate, her face and voice remaining as impassive as ever even now when she was minutes away from certain death.
What came next took even the apathetic assassin by surprise, however. Cass Seradin, the man who captained the Relentless, offered to welcome Veyle into his crew on the condition that she pledged her allegiance to him, and only
him. It was the first time in her short life that she'd ever been given a real choice about anything, much less something so important, but she was torn. In order to live, Veyle would have to go against her sense of loyalty towards the Esos Guild which had been burned and ingrained deeply into her mind over the past nineteen years.
Veyle drew the wickedly curved longsword from her back and held it before her while the Void Wolf's party trained their weapons towards her, fearing that she might attack. After a long, tense period of hesitation while she battled herself internally, Veyle finally flipped the blade so that she was holding it horizontally with both hands and knelt before her new master, swearing her life over to him forevermore.Personality:
Veyle appears to be the definition of cold-blooded, hardly ever showing the slightest glimmer of emotion regardless of the situation. Her moral compass is nonexistent, but her actions are never motivated by personal desires. She lives only to follow orders since it's what she's been taught to do her entire life. She'd be lost without direction, having no idea what to do on her own. There's a hollow emptiness inside of Veyle which she subconsciously longs to fill with a deeper purpose, but she's not yet capable of grasping or understanding that feeling.
She's eerily soft spoken and monotonous for a ruthless killer, giving her a particularly unnerving aura. Veyle doesn't seem to care about anything one way or the other apart from her master, Cass, towards whom she is completely subservient. Even more so than her former Esos Guild overseers, Veyle views him like some sort of deity because he was the only person to ever allow her to make a choice for herself, so she chooses
to serve him unquestioningly. She would sooner slit her own throat than betray Cass or the crew of the Relentless.Additional Information: