Zhara stepped to the balcony as she sipped the chilled wine. It was an excellent vintage she had to give the man that credit at least. As the, to her, foul scented night breeze caressed her nude body she wondered again how anyone could live in a place like Zaun. The day was grey hued, the air filled with odors and things she really did not want to think about yet everyone here seemed to not mind and she did fine all sorts of things in the shops. Lucky for her the night was no better, dark shadows choked what lights lit the city and for one such as her that gave her a great advantage.
Turning back into the room she glanced at the dead male's body sprawled nude over the large bed. She had been sent to this city to deliver a message for the Institute. The man on the bed was the chief supplier for Singed, the Mad Chemist and by now if all had went according to plan the man's shop was aflame and the chemist's lab being ransacked. She had spent freely the gold the Institute had provided so she was sure that what she had desired had happened. She no idea why the Institute had wanted to send a message to Singed, who was off doing something or other. They did not normally tell her things like that but clearly they wanted to get Singed's attention.
She walked with a sensual grace to her things that had been left as a pool on the floor. Reaching up she tugged off the brown haired wig that had hid her raven locks and then removed the colored lenses from her eyes. Stuffing them into a small pack she slipped on the black armor and calf boots then hooked the metal linked black belt around her slim waist.
She gave the dead man a pat on his chest as she took a last sip of the wine, he had been a decent tumble after all, and she had had far worst in her day. She walked to the balcony and dove over the side. She was over a 100 feet up and the nearest other building was across the wide street but that did not matter as she whispered a word and tiny wings sprung from the heels of her boots and lifted her into the night sky.
It was two hours later as she rode away from Zaun, she had gathered her pet homunculus and sent it to scout ahead and the shadow that had become her follower darted from place to place in front of her. She knew that many at the institute thought she was evil for having a shadow with her now but since she had become a dancer in the shadows it just seemed normal to have 'Alfred' along. It was useful even if it could not make shadow spawns of those it killed. Zhara had not thought much about her past but tales of her peoples history made her mind wandered a bit as she rode.Many many years ago her people had lived in a city called Urtistan. It was said her own family were the leaders of the great city and the greatest of them a grandsire named Zilean strove to unravel the nature of time itself. The city fell while Zilean was caught off deep in his research. The few survivors fled northward, all changed by the massive releases of magic that had ravaged the city. It took time but the survivors found a place near the city of Noxus. In time they became part of the new lands and save for legends spoken around fires and old books held by her own family they forgot where they came from.
Zhara was just 16 when she heard a rumor that came out of the recently formed Institute of War that spoke of a cursed one from the ruins of Urtistan, a being called Zilean. She went herself as the then oldest child of her family to see if it was true. At the Institute she met the being, the man, her grandsire and formed a bound. He desperately wanted to restore Urtistan, to try and save his people. Her heart bonded with his in the need to find a cure and so she too joined the Institute and discovered things about herself she had not imaged.
A few days later she rode into the great tower and made her report and awaited her next job!
My background and history for Zhara she is a 10th level rogue /4th shadowdancer and is neutral [i will have the sheet finished in the next day or so]