Post by Katsumiki on Dec 11, 2011 21:38:06 GMT -6
Name: Nakita Terissa Addington
Aliases: Nikki, Silent Wind
Age: 112
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Alignment: Neutral
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: December 10th, 1899
Place of Birth: A little village in a forest.
Physical Appearance: she looks similar to this. also has a thin silver band around her neck and wrists.
Personality: I am what you would call bitter. Can't say that I am all bubbles and sunshine, mostly because of stupid assholes. Pardon my swearing. I like people, well I used to like people. Being forced into slavery makes you see the true sides of people and to be completely honest they aren't very pretty. Jumping from house hold to household makes you a little bitter and mean over time. I used to be nice and liked to do all kinds of fun things. Horse back riding had to have been one of my favorite things to do. Can't say I have many friends though; haven't stayed in a house long enough to get close to anyone.
Special Abilities:
Aerokinesis: I have the ability to control the air. I usually use it to make my steps silent and when I was on the hunt it would make me hard to sense. I'm not like some of those people who take away people's air so they can't breath. I just like to make it windy and blow people away occasionally. {ability currently sealed away}
Sword Fighting: Being an ex-assassin, I have had my fair share of training with a blade. Do I use a sword? Not exactly. I like blades; mostly things that can be thrown from far distances.
Weapons:
heart shaped weapons for the win & well hidden sword
History: My history well where do I begin. I used to be an assassin. I say used to be because I was fucked over. There was a time when I was considered one of the best assassins. People would come to me for all kinds of hits and I would complete them no questions asked. My father trained me at a young age after my mother was killed. He didn't want me to be unprotected in such a big scary world. At the time he was joined with a band of assassins but things were not going so well. Within a few years we left the group, but had to constantly fight off my dad's old accomplices. Each battle wounded him more and more. Not physical wounds, but emotional ones. It really killed him to have to harm his brethren. Eventually that did come true. It wasn't a blade that killed him. It was his own mind. My father died when I was about twenty. I think he killed himself, but I honestly don't remember.
After that I went around living up to my father's name. That was when I started to build up my reputation and started to utilize my power. The addington family has been well known for their ability to manipulate air. There have been many different types of users over the years. Some have used their power to steal the air from people and kill them. Some have used the power to help them keep silent on hunts. I happen to be one of those who uses my power on the hunt. It helped me greatly to accomplish my missions and to gain my name. The name that got whispered into so many ears. Silent Wind. Brilliant isn't it? I wanna meet the idiot that came up with it. But regardless it stuck. So I lived my life, going on assignment after assignment. No questions ever asked. That is, until one particular document dropped into my hands.
The name was a shock to me. Someone wanted me to kill a very well known man at the time. Lord Winston. This man was not hated by anyone, in fact he was even right hand to the king. it was said that if the king were to ever pass that Lord Winston would take over for him and no one would have a problem with it. But the man that handed me Lord Winston's name on a scroll seemed to imply otherwise. He insisted that Winston wasn't all he was chalked up to be. I personally knew Winston and the man would never do anything bad. Sadly I had to stick to my no questions policy, but who knew that would end me. The night I went to kill Lord Winston, there wasn't a guard in sight. I thought it a bit odd how they weren't around, but continued on with my mission. Upon entering Winston's chambers, I found a man in a chair and right when I went to deliver the final blow the lights flicked on and in walked Lord Winston.
When I looked into the chair, I saw that it was the king who sitting there and he was already dead. Blood was everywhere and within seconds the guards swarmed the room coming out of everywhere and chaining me up. All the while Winston just watched, never saying a single word. They put enchanted silver around my neck and wrists that only Winston or one of his kin could take off. The silver completely blocked me from my ability to control the air. Instead of out right killing me they decided a much worse fate. They made a statement out of me; showing me off to the village like I was some kind of villain. They auctioned me off to the highest bidder and from there my life was a downward spiral. I was handed off from household to household. Mostly men and I was forced to do many many things. The whole time though I couldn't believe what had happened. I had been set up. I later found out that Winston had become king and the man who had come to me about the hit was his right hand man. They wanted me framed for the killing of the king. So here I am fifty years later, still stuck as a slave. I'm always changing households; so I probably couldn't tell you how many I have been in.
Aliases: Nikki, Silent Wind
Age: 112
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Alignment: Neutral
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: December 10th, 1899
Place of Birth: A little village in a forest.
Physical Appearance: she looks similar to this. also has a thin silver band around her neck and wrists.
Personality: I am what you would call bitter. Can't say that I am all bubbles and sunshine, mostly because of stupid assholes. Pardon my swearing. I like people, well I used to like people. Being forced into slavery makes you see the true sides of people and to be completely honest they aren't very pretty. Jumping from house hold to household makes you a little bitter and mean over time. I used to be nice and liked to do all kinds of fun things. Horse back riding had to have been one of my favorite things to do. Can't say I have many friends though; haven't stayed in a house long enough to get close to anyone.
Special Abilities:
Sword Fighting: Being an ex-assassin, I have had my fair share of training with a blade. Do I use a sword? Not exactly. I like blades; mostly things that can be thrown from far distances.
Weapons:
heart shaped weapons for the win & well hidden sword
History: My history well where do I begin. I used to be an assassin. I say used to be because I was fucked over. There was a time when I was considered one of the best assassins. People would come to me for all kinds of hits and I would complete them no questions asked. My father trained me at a young age after my mother was killed. He didn't want me to be unprotected in such a big scary world. At the time he was joined with a band of assassins but things were not going so well. Within a few years we left the group, but had to constantly fight off my dad's old accomplices. Each battle wounded him more and more. Not physical wounds, but emotional ones. It really killed him to have to harm his brethren. Eventually that did come true. It wasn't a blade that killed him. It was his own mind. My father died when I was about twenty. I think he killed himself, but I honestly don't remember.
After that I went around living up to my father's name. That was when I started to build up my reputation and started to utilize my power. The addington family has been well known for their ability to manipulate air. There have been many different types of users over the years. Some have used their power to steal the air from people and kill them. Some have used the power to help them keep silent on hunts. I happen to be one of those who uses my power on the hunt. It helped me greatly to accomplish my missions and to gain my name. The name that got whispered into so many ears. Silent Wind. Brilliant isn't it? I wanna meet the idiot that came up with it. But regardless it stuck. So I lived my life, going on assignment after assignment. No questions ever asked. That is, until one particular document dropped into my hands.
The name was a shock to me. Someone wanted me to kill a very well known man at the time. Lord Winston. This man was not hated by anyone, in fact he was even right hand to the king. it was said that if the king were to ever pass that Lord Winston would take over for him and no one would have a problem with it. But the man that handed me Lord Winston's name on a scroll seemed to imply otherwise. He insisted that Winston wasn't all he was chalked up to be. I personally knew Winston and the man would never do anything bad. Sadly I had to stick to my no questions policy, but who knew that would end me. The night I went to kill Lord Winston, there wasn't a guard in sight. I thought it a bit odd how they weren't around, but continued on with my mission. Upon entering Winston's chambers, I found a man in a chair and right when I went to deliver the final blow the lights flicked on and in walked Lord Winston.
When I looked into the chair, I saw that it was the king who sitting there and he was already dead. Blood was everywhere and within seconds the guards swarmed the room coming out of everywhere and chaining me up. All the while Winston just watched, never saying a single word. They put enchanted silver around my neck and wrists that only Winston or one of his kin could take off. The silver completely blocked me from my ability to control the air. Instead of out right killing me they decided a much worse fate. They made a statement out of me; showing me off to the village like I was some kind of villain. They auctioned me off to the highest bidder and from there my life was a downward spiral. I was handed off from household to household. Mostly men and I was forced to do many many things. The whole time though I couldn't believe what had happened. I had been set up. I later found out that Winston had become king and the man who had come to me about the hit was his right hand man. They wanted me framed for the killing of the king. So here I am fifty years later, still stuck as a slave. I'm always changing households; so I probably couldn't tell you how many I have been in.
