Name:Alexandria Elena D'navechee
Shadow, Alex, Silent Knight, Blades, and anything else those around her have come up with.
bathroom play, mutilation, death, My On's and off's list on EAppearance:
Her appearance/uniform while with the Templar's. What was under her cloak.Her after leaving the Templar's wears a mask as well.
Her without a cloak or mask pic 2Other information about her Appearance.
Alex has whip and blade marks across the whole of her back. Likes:
thunderstorms, swimming, Music,singing(now that she can. though she doesn't do so often.), meditation, food, practicing, flowers and nature, animals specially Hino her wolf, Dislikes:
needless cruelty (specially to those that can't defend themselves), sticky things...don't ask her new friends can be horrible pranksters, feeling alone, Role:
Blades of all kinds, Twin swords, Specialty:Blades
Mainly throwing daggers and swordsmanship. She is known to always have a blade on her.Movement
AKA basically parkor, gymnastics, agility and so forth. Honing her body to be as nimble as possible.Stealth
She is known for her ability to hide in plain sight or fade into the shadows, known for being the silent killer.Other
Alex has a fear of fire due to the burning of her house while she was in it.
She has a soft spot for children.
She found her wolf companion one night during a storm. The young pup was wounded and weak, she nursed him back to health and Hino has been by her side ever since.
She was so limited on the spoils in life she now enjoys them greatly. Like food...all sorts.
She is quieter then most of her friends, but they tend to pay attention when she does speak.
She isn't the best social person, and can find herself being awkward in what may see as a normal moment in life. So she tends to fall back and let others handle social situations.
Alexandria Elena D'navechee was born to a family that seemed to be in service of the church. And for the first five years of her life everything was perfect. Or at the very least that was what it looked like from those that looked at her family from the outside. Within the home and behind closed doors betrayal was all they knew. Though they tried to keep it hidden from their children, her parents worked behind the sense to help bring down the Templar's. For years they worked against them from behind the scenes. And for years they got away with it, slowly helping the small resistance within the city. It was only when one of their thought to be beloved friends turned against them did everything fall apart.
One night as Alex slept men came into her home. Silently killing the servants, her brothers, her father....and even her mother. Though before they did that her mother got to her and hid her away. Inside a small hidden wall panel, and though she saved Alex's life. Alex was forced to watch her mother be murdered in front of her.
She stayed hidden away from sight till she thought the men were gone. Leaving behind bodies and a burning building that used to be her home. All thought to be dead when the morning came. The deaths of the good family blamed on the traitors of the Assassin's guild. The rouge agents said to have targeted the family because of their good works for the church. The Templar's affectingly covering up the truth. What they didn't expect to see was a small girl crawling out of the wreckage that used to be her home. Instead of getting rid of her as well, they used the girl to further drive in their truths. Casting shame upon those that would leave a small girl orphaned. They took Alex back with them, told her lie after lie till her hatred for the people they said killed her family grew to rage. They trained her to be one of their weapons, silent yet efficient, and always obedient. Making sure she knew that pain was the punishment for going against their word. They would whip her whenever she failed or tried to go against those above her station. Soon killing any disobedient thoughts in the young girl, and leaving scars behind to remind her.
The small girl never spoke from that day onward, affectingly taking a vow of silence upon herself. Not that they truly cared if the child would talk or not. In fact the less she fought them the better. She became what they wanted; a silent yet deadly blade that would strike those that would harm the church down without question. It wasn't until she was sent after a man she had no true understanding of did her life change. They sent her after Ezio, the man they seemed to fear the most. But what she didn't know was that he knew the truth about her family’s deaths. It was a plot that had been started to try and remove any traitors within the Templar. Ezio and Alex fought, blow for blow she tried to best him. But he was still better then she was, it didn't help that he spoke of her family. A drove her emotions to a high point, the normally calm and utterly controlled woman lost her cool. And in the end lost the dual. But Ezio didn't kill her instead he told her to find the truth for herself. And if she wanted to do something about that she would know how to find him.
Alex returned having lost her target, facing the anger of her Superior. He spoke about her lack of usefulness, and how they disposed of things that no longer served a purpose. It was then she reacted and attacked him, letting him get the upper hand so his boldness would make him talkative. He spoke of the truth of her families deaths. Of how he wished he could have been there to see the traitors faces, and how he wouldn't have failed in killing her while they had the chance. Needless to say those were his last words ever spoke. She killed him quickly, but his screams brought the guards. Already weak from her fight from before she was not strong enough to fight them off and was taken down by the guards.
She was judge without a trial and brought before a crowd of people. Her clothes cut away from her back as her hands were chained above her head. And they proceeded to whip the traitor with a bladed whip. The first sounds of her voice that had been heard since she was five years old came forth in the form of her own screams. Unbelievably she survived the punishment, and they tossed her in a cell while they debated her fate. That night a man came, unknown to her she simply asked if she was ready to make a change. Drained, weak, and barley alive she poke one simple word. "Yes...."
She woke up a week later in a hidden away cabin. Her wounds seen too, the chains were gone, and she had people around her that she didn't know. Wondering down to what seemed to be breakfast she was met by those that would eventually become her new family....her new home. She came to know them as the Assassin's guild. Some may not trust her; some may embrace her but whatever they did. She was there now, and she with them. Now trying to find her way through her new life, and vowing to avenge her family by fighting and one day ending the rule of the Templar's.
Name:Levidia (no none last name)Nick names:
Levi, L, (open to more suggestions)Age:
bathroom play, mutilation, death, My On's and off's list on EAppearance: Other information about her Appearance.
Levi has a scar on her right arm that looks like a piece of skin was cut off. For those that know enough can probably figure out that it is where they brand slaves.
Carpe diem tattooed along her left hip.
The Assassin's insignia tattooed on her resting between her shoulder blades. Likes
Music, dancing, sweets, lollipops, running, staying active, excitement, being bold, outdoors, leaning new things, playing piano, getting down and dirty because sometimes it's just fun :p shiny things ( mostly because they end up hers), warm baths, stealing, Dislikes
Bullies just because some one doesn't seem as strong doesn't give you the right to dump on them. Being told she can't do something because she is a woman, or to weak, or frail. Role:
Thief and MedicWeaponsneedles from her bracelet
with different toxins, poisons, or paralyzing agent. The different compounds she learn of during learning about herbs so forth. Specialty:Stealing :
Theft of all sorts she grew up starting with pick pocketing, and building up to (what she says) a master of the art of B and E...and thankfully not getting caught.Healing:
Herbs, the human body, treating in the field, healing of the time.Escape artist:
there isn't a lock she can't pick, a rope she can't wiggle out of, or cage she can't break free from.Other
Levi's actual fighting skills aren't near on par with those of the other assassins. They are teaching her how to better fight though. Maybe one day she will be able to hold her own. Even in her current circle of friends.
She has a fear of spiders! She will in fact scream like a girl and throw you at it just to keep the evil creepy thing away.
Can't swim, and avoids any pools of water bigger then a bath tub. No drowning for her..no sir.
She is the illegitimate daughter of a well known noble.
Grew up knowing of the Assassin's guild and seeing them as her family. As silly as that may sound.
Levi an unknown young woman. One of which couldn’t keep her for what reason Levi will never know. The letter placed with the small girl taken by the storm the night she was left. The truth of who she is and where she was born lost at that point. Brought before the steps of a small church and orphanage run by Nuns claiming to be from the true faith. But in the years to come they would prove otherwise to the small child.
They saw her as nothing but the bastard child of a whore. Even if they didn’t know if it was the truth or who that woman was that left her. The beautiful girl before them grew. Keeping a smile of her face despite the way they saw her. Her smile could brighten the world of most around her. And her sweet nature only barley lessened by the acts of the nuns that seem stuck in their beliefs. The belief that god condemned her soul from birth kept them from seeing her more than a burden. But still they did their duty and raised the girl, trying to instill her with the word of god as they saw it.
Years pasted as she grew, despite their treatment. Something within the girl still gave of a spark of life no one could take from her. Not even those which one would call god could take it from her. But during the one summers day when she was 5 a break out of smallpox rushed through the orphanage. All the children but her, somehow she wasn’t affected.
For days she was alone, spending them exploring the grounds. Her curiosity for the world around her driving her to find out what it held in every part of it. Even the ones most would avoid. While doing so picking flowers and catching bugs in a garden just outside the backdoors of the small church. She came across an odd little spider. Her hand lifting to look at it, “I’ve never seen one like you before.” Her small angelic voice said softly. But her innocent curious nature wouldn’t pay off here. The spider bit her hand a short scream coming from her as she fell back. ‘Oww…meany…” she cried a bit and started back inside. But before she could make it her body grew weak and she fell to the ground.
The nuns found her, truly not knowing what to do with the wound. They simply lanced it and put her in the clinic they had put together to nurse the other children. The devil brought her into this world, maybe it was God’s will to take her from it. Her mind swam as the poison spread through her body. Their words filling her mind, she cried and wished she could understand why god could hate her so much? What had she done that had been so wrong? Slowly her eyes closed, and her heart started to slow and her breathing came slower and slower. And the world faded away as she swore that if god wanted to kill her so badly. That if their god wanted to condemn her, a child for simply being then he was no god she wanted to have anything to do with. Even as small as she was her mind and heart could see that their belief was not right, not true…at least not for her.
Thinking she was dead they took her body and placed them with the other children. Unable to bury them properly due to the illness they had to burn the bodies instead. To try and control the outbreak from spreading to the children left. But before she could be burned her body, small as it was fought of the poison. The spider a rare breed that only made the victim seems as if they were dead. Slowly her eyes opened, her small form lying in the bodies of her friends. The horror she looked upon that day was one she would never be able to erase from her mind.
Slowly she crawled from the bodies and crawled from the horrific site. That day she learned if God was real, he certainly didn’t give a damn. Her fear from spiders came from that day. Her small body walked from where they had taken the bodies. Her mind cracked and she wondered the streets, her wonder for life gone. Stolen that day by the horrific site she had taken in. Thought nothing more than a stupid street rat she was written off where ever she went. Years passed as she stole scrapped, fought, ran, and survived the best she could in the cold dark world. The world around her only seeming that much darker, having to fight through it alone. She lived where the monsters came from; saw the truth of the world people chose to ignore.
The only reason she was even thought about was her natural beauty. That could be seen even through the dirt and grime of the streets she lived on. The few times she smiled a small hint to the spark that still remained within her showed.
She scrambled for everything she needed, survived on the bare minimum society was nice enough to give her. But she survived none the less as the years pasted. She was almost 10 the night her world flipped again and took her down another path.
It was late evening; she had already started down the streets to her small hiding place she had built for herself. Well if you can call the make shift shelter something one built. Very few people even ventured down these streets and she liked it that way. They treated her like the dirt they dug out from their nails. And made the small girl feel even smaller, the ant that just couldn’t be like the other ants.
But that night there were people that came down that ally, people she thought never saw her. Two men tall shadows that gave insight to the monster they really were. The small girl looked up at the towering figures before her. Their elegant dress showed they were of noble birth…or at least held a title.
They cornered the little girl and spoke about her beauty, and how much they wanted to see the rest of it. How no one would know or care for a small child on the streets. She screamed but never thought anyone would hear her small voice...at least no one that cared. They took her further the dark alleyway and started to touch her in ways that to this day still make her skin crawl. They were about to steal the only thing she could actually say she owned….her innocence.
But one was grabbed and thrown back, the other kicked back. And the only thing Levi could do was curl up and wish she could disappear. The dark figures fought in the ally, the sounds only added to her distress. To her surprise a soft hand came to her side, followed by a soft voice. A female voice…”Poor dear, it’s alright now. We’ve got you.” She said softly to the girl before her. Levi looked up tears streaking her dirty face. And the woman she saw took her breath away. Was this it…had she died? Did god send the devils child an angel after all? She tried to speak but again her voice never came. ‘Shh…I know, your fine Hun.” The woman smiled and stroked Levi’s hair. Pulling off her shawl and covering the shivering girl with it. Moments later the man fighting the other two yelled for them to never come near kids again. Coming closer she could see he was a rather large black man. Handsome despite the wounds he had on him. “Hey little bit…you still with us?” he asked and smiled despite the fact he should be in far too much pain to do so. She nodded softly looking up at him. “She is frozen to the bone…and in need of a good meal…a bath… and can’t speak. But she is still with us yes….” The woman looked down to the girl and smiled, ‘Mostly.” She spoke as she grasped the small hand that came up to reach for her. ‘It’s is ok…sleep now.” The woman said, “Your safe with us…fate guided us here. And by fate you have much more to do little one…much more.” She says looking up at the man with her. ‘Really?” he asked her looking at the girl. “She has the air of destiny about her dear. “her voice was sweet yet truthful. “I’ll take your word for it love.’ He said and picked the girl up. Cradling her light frame against his solid body. At first she was scared and was shaking, but he started to hum as he carried her. The girl’s small hands gripped his shirt, as if holding on unsure if he would be there later. Her eyes slowly closed and she fell asleep in his arms.
It didn’t seem like it to the small girl, but she slept for days. And when she finally woke up she was washed; warm, in a small white nightgown and in the biggest most comfortable bed she had even seen or felt. Sitting up she groans softly and rubs her eyes, wondering if she was in heaven.
She woke up bathed clean, and in the most wonderfully soft bed she had ever felt several days later. Later they explained who they were, Aden the woman called herself. A healer of the times, well known for pulling of things that some may see as a miracle. Though she assures them it is simply skill and utter determination. Deacon her husband to the world seemed like a simple farmer. But in truth he and Aden worked for the Assassin's guild. They tried to hide this fact from Levi as they didn't want to further taint her young soul. But as most secrets go, they all come out in time.
So instead of whisking her away, Aden started to teach her how to heal. And Deacon helped her hone her skills, teaching her pressure points, and basic self defense. Telling her she would learn more when she grew older. Levi grew up learning how to take care of their mix matched family. Patching up their fellow Assassin's as they came in, and hiding their secrets very well. It turned out Levi was a rather smooth talker when the need arise.
So this is where we find Levi, bright, bold, willful, wild and to brave for her own good. She lives, loves, and helps her family. And hopes that maybe one day they could all live free lives. And find their own happiness.