Altaiir

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"Rahl Alfren, your time in this place has ended. You are being released to follow another path. Shy from it, and you shall fall to torment. Embrace it and you will rise above suffering forever. The choice is yours."

"Your pompous church can take it's sanctimonious rhetor-GAAAK!"

As his body slapped to the floor, nothing more than a piece of meat in a spreading pool of blood, something in the shadows squealed in terror. Halus' hand flashed out, and dragged a slender lass of no more than 8 years of age from her hiding spot. Animal fear in her eyes, the girl recoiled from his grip. Clad in garments that would make a courtesan blush, thick eye makeup ran in dark rivulets with her tears down her pale cheeks.

"You, girl. This life is over. A new one has begun. This is a chance to be more than you could imagine."

A few short hours later, and the girl, now clothed in a white linen robe, found herself pushed to her knees before a shadow-hidden table, set on a dais, with five figures sitting at it.

"I claim the right of Foundling. This girl is mine. She will learn at my hand, and become an instrument of the Scales of Balance."

Tired and confused, the lone girl sat, eyes fixed on the shadowed lords at their hidden table. Long moments passed while indistinct whispers flickered from unseen mouths. Halus, straight-backed, looked unconcerned by their decision, and spared not a glance for the frightened girl.

"Halus Bladetip, your claim to the right of Foundling stands firm. From foundling to foundling shall your talents and skills be passed on, never to rest in the hands of those with family of their own. The girl is too young to understand her own fate by your choice. Do you accept the burden you lay upon this child for the length of her days?"

As Halus began to speak, the girl stood, pushing angrily to her feet, and shoving her hood back from her face, eyes blazing with defiance.

"I accept the burden you lay on me, shadows! Halus is my... master! I'll learn whatever he teaches!"

Halus, in response, merely gave a faint nod, indicating his own agreement.

"So it is. Girl, have you a name?"

Eyes still sparking with anger, she shakes her head no, gritting her teeth and willing the tears not to come.

"The Scrolls of Balance will show the foundling is to be called Altaiir Chainweigh. Begone, Halus. Balance and justice."

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Scrolls of Balance Records of 'Altaiir Chainweigh':

Age of Acceptance: 8 years

Current age: 13 years
Height: 4'3
Weight: 81 lbs.
Build: Slender, and fit
Cup Size: Negligible, Altaiir doesn't require support yet.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Rust Red

Entry by Foundling Claimant Halus Bladetip:
Six years of training at my hand have wrought a marked change in the foundling Altaiir. Far from the frightened girl of her date of Acceptance, she has grown to become a talented and intelligent pupil, who continues to surprise and impress me each time I challenge her. She has, I will note, begun to assume a manner of dress and accoutrement that suits her own particular styles of combat, her slight stature, and my own teachings. The girl keeps her hair short, falling no further than the lower edge of her chin, and often far shorter than that. A white, sleeveless tunic with a deep hood covers her from shoulder to mid-thigh, embroidered along the armholes. I confess that itself was a gift of my own in reward for a particularly clever solution to a challenge I'd set her. Beneath this, she is clad in black cloth, a brief, short-sleeved shirt on the top, and a pair of equally brief shorts. These garments do offer her a freedom of motion almost unparalleled. Dark leggings come up to her upper thigh, and disappear into stout leather boots. She also has taken to a pair of leather bracers I showed her, one of which conceals a hidden spike of sharpened steel, which is a deadly implement in it's own right if applied correctly. She, for no reason I have been able to discern, has also taken to wearing a red sash under the wide leather belt carrying her money, tools and food. Even as she's a mere child, still, I do admit it's rather a fetching look, all in all. She's shown the most aptitude with a single edged blade, but doesn't have the strength for a sword, so a stout dagger was the next best thing...

Possessions: A hairpin in the shape of a black bat, with a crimson rose clenched in it's teeth, given by Gargoyle.

Known Training Doctrines and Completed Challenges:

Serpent's Dance (Altaiir has shown total familiarity with all Temple-approved uses of the dagger, including straight, curved, throwing, single- and double-edged varieties.)

Judgment's Flight (Through rigorous physical training, including Temple-kept secret methods, Altair is quite stronger, faster, and more agile than a girl her age would typically be. In addition, she has shown an excellent grasp of the Flight's more advanced uses, such as avoiding injury from great falls.)

Scorpion's Kiss (Because of her gender and current stature, her Master thought the less physically demanding disciplines of death should be taught. In this vein, Altaiir has recived special dispensation to resume use of a weapon that was forbidden for the last fifty years. The bracer spike is a wickedly effective weapon at extremely close range, capable of inflicting an incapacitating blow, or something far more mortal depending on the location of the attack.)

Balanced Body (In addition to weapons training, Altaiir has received extensive education in the use of each and every part of her body as a weapon as well. For a servant of the Scales of Balance, there's no such thing as a 'fair fight'. Head, knee, elbow, or fist and foot, anything that can be used is taught. These lessons also lay a groundwork for the more dangerous and complicated weapon styles.)

Hunger of the Slighted (A proscribed, and highly dangerous technique to both user and target, this ability, once fully learned and practiced, allows a master of it to literally eat a human their own size whole. The practice requires the blessing of the Scales of Balance, but as all Servants are given this blessing at their Acceptance, it is an ability usable by all blades in service of the Temple. Most refuse to use it, as the training for it is arduous, and in most cases it render the user incapacitated while they.. discard their meal. Female Servants have used it on occasion, passing their expanded body off as being 'with child', though even that is rare. Altaiir has shown a surprising, and in the opinion of some of the Council, disturbing knack for this talent since her exposure to it, and has on three separate occasions proven to be able to consume chosen targets the size of a full grown man.)

Cutting the Thread of Fate (The secrets of the Scales of Balance are many, and in some cases, dark. Because of her mastery of the daggers use and full position as a Servant, Altaiir is capable, should the need arise, of removing a target from the paths of fate entirely. She is capable, in this case, of removing the soul of her target with a dagger's thrust, and storing it within a gemstone, or destroying it, and casting them into oblivion.)

Test of the Blooded Knife (As is required, in her fifth year of training, Altaiir was given a target to remove by the Scales of Balance. Shadowed by her master, she completed her task quickly and quietly, ending him and using all the correct words of the Question. As such, she is noted as a fully active Servant, even as she continues her training.)

Walk of the Shadowed Path (A test originally passed by her Master, Halus, and no others in recent history, the test required her to pass, unnoticed and unheeded, through the Noble Quarter, fully armed and equipped, and enter a household. A token was required to be left under the pillow of the head of the house, before she made her way back, without a single cry of alarm or raised suspicion. She did so, proving her talent for stealth and ability to out think her adversaries when might would not avail her.)


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Preferences:

Altaiir can be, and is in most cases, a deadly girl.

This can certainly mean that she's interested in consuming others, whether to further her own abilities with practice, or because the person was marked as a target of hers.

But, in other cases, it's also possible that she'll choose to merely end the life of her target. This can be quick and painless, or long, drawn-out, and painful, as her target wishes. Balance, of course, requires they have a choice in the matter.

Violence is her stock and trade, It's what she's known for the last 6 years, and she's become quite good at it.

Mistake her for a normal teen aged girl at your own risk. Condescension also tends not to go over very well with her.

As far as scenes her player is interested in, it can range from a simple meeting, to someone being marked as her target and having her set on them, or even to a hunt for her after a particular person of importance was slain or had disappeared.

Character interaction and development are heartily enjoyed, a bit of combat can't go amiss, and vore is always good.

Sex, however, is likely almost always out of the question. The character is underage, and unless very, very specific circumstances occur, she won't be having sex with anyone. Break this rule without asking first at your own risk, the player will likely refuse to ever play with you again.