FLORANCE AYERS, rogue

[attr="class","qty"]"dancing by the fire, clothes burning"

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If you drill her to tell you where she's from originally, she can't answer. She wasn't told. Was it Antiva? The Tevinter? Does it really matter? She was a slave, she was captured, bought and sold to the Crows. That's where her life begins, and surely that is where it'll end. Her childhood? She couldn't complain, she survived. That's a hell lot more than a lot of the other boys and girls can say. The childhood of a Crow is never easy. Her first assignment was when she was twelve, someone took a contract on some kind of high ranking Antivan pedophile noble. Supposedly he was making too much of a scandal to be left around. Everyone is expendable in this world. Say to say, she didn't feel remorse or pity herself for what she had to do over her first real contract.

Remorse is something that Florance knows well. She kills to survive, that is her job, and if she got moral convictions that prevented her from continuing she'd be dead. So, to survive, she has to be hardened. There was one though, that made her almost debate taking the punishment of death, or possibly even leaving the Crows and being pursued to the end of the Earth.

Maybe if she just had to have killed the woman, she would have been fine. Florance is told to prey on the woman's good nature. She was a kindhearted woman, who had taken over her family's wealth and politics until her eldest son came to age, but how anyone could hate her, she didn't know. Here fourteen year old Florance disguised herself as a battered elven girl, who had just run away from her abusive father, and was looking for work and somewhere safe to stay and knocked on her door, she should have stabbed her in the stomach right then and there but she had to make sure that the woman died. For a noble, the woman lived in a small house, well, maybe it was big by city standards.

She had to convince her to let her stay to hire her. She somehow did. She spent days with that woman, learned that her husband had died years before, leaving her with four children, all of which took to Florance immediately. She spent weeks at that house, cooking, cleaning, watching, and playing with the children. There were three boys, and one girl. The eldest boy was two, maybe three years younger than Florance and had taken to her. He'd go on about how he didn't discriminate against elves, how pretty they were, and how he felt personally responsible for how bad they've been treated throughout human lands. Florance found him... adorable. His face still haunts her. The second eldest was eight, and he really liked swordplay. He'd would consistently be amazed when Florance would show him how she could twirl knives between her fingers when she was preparing supper. His name was Edgar. Then there were twins, both three, couldn't remember their father. The girl would often attempt to put makeup on Florance's face, turning her into a caked up mess, and the boy just wanted to sit on a lap and be read to.

She remembered when she decided the night she would strike, she had been offered to sit at the table, with the family and eat meals with them. The woman told her as long as she wanted to stay she could. She was part of the family. She was considered to be her daughter, even when guests would come over. Maybe that's why she was so hated, she was radically defying what made things what. Hell, she even tried to defy women's roles in Antiva. Maybe that's why. She found herself struggling, earlier that week she had found out that the entire family needed to go.

Everyone was expendable, she whispered to herself as she murdered each and every one of them afterwards slipping away. She still had those stupid braids the little girl had put her hair into. She didn't take them out for days. It was easy killing strangers, maybe even killing a Crow that took the wrong path because there was no trust between them, but these people she knew. These people she had grown to care about.

She had debated leaving, running off, not many people evaded the Crows successfully, especially in Antiva. So the fourteen year old remained for years. Growing a bit colder, a bit more detached by the end of each year.

Now she travels, takes contracts all over Thedas. One day she's planning on making master. She can easily be charming, but she's as slithery as a snake, a liar, honor means nothing to her. She's intelligent and cunning. Florance worst flaw? Her self-esteem, she's nothing, expendable, worthless, her life is owned by the Crows and can easily be thwarted by their hands or beaks, perhaps. And maybe, she's a bit lonely, maybe craving... passion, love maybe?

Florance doesn't fight fair, a kick to the dick, a knee to the shin, a dagger covered in poison. Florance fights up-close and personal, uses speed, flexibility, and endurance to her advantage. She'll normally duel wield daggers, and occasionally a mace/axe in one hand. Don't give her a bow though, she's not terrible, but no where as good in ranged combat as she is in melee. To be fast, she won't wear anything heavier than light armor.

LIST OF TALENTS:
Mark of Death: Assassin
Heartseeker: Heartseeker
Specialist: Speed
Miasmic Flask: Sabotage

LIST OF SKILLS:
Improved Poison-Making
Improved Combat Training

SPECIALIZATION:
Assassin