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*Materializes in a cloud of glitter*

Greetings, y’all! This looks like fun! I’ve been planning to drop some of my villains into the character castle anyway, so this is perfect!

Could someone fill me in on what’s going on, who’s in the castle, and what happened? Any extra rules/goals, stuff like that?

I’m going to drop in one of my secondary villains because she’s absolutely delightful and my main villain is about as interesting as a cardboard box, at this point. *Sheepish laugh* Working on that…

Here she is! My villainous, assassin damsel that I got way too emotionally invested in!

(Interview style)

Name: “Chantara.”

Me: And? 

Her: “None of your business.”

Age: “Seventeen.”

Physical traits: “Smallish, about 5′ 4″. Everyone underestimates me, but I make up in skill and dexterity what I’m missing in strength. I have a scar on my right cheek, smaller ones on my hands and arms, and a big one from my left collarbone down. All knife scars–”

Me; Where did you get those? 

Her; “Where do you think? I’m an assassin. Most people notice my eyes first. I have straight, thick black hair, just past my shoulders, and olive skin. My eyes are pale, pale green, the color of aquamarine. Oh, and I’m ambidextrous. Takes everyone by surprise.”

Personality traits: *Genuinely puzzled* “To who?”

Me: Like… to yourself? 

“I don’t know. I do what I have to. Justice is more important than mercy. I’m efficient, and I’d die rather than fail.” *Ironic smile* “If I fail, I might die anyway.”

Okay, I’ll fill in some stuff, since she’s glaring daggers at me. She’s closed off, and the jury’s still out on whether she has a conscience. She can shut down her emotions when she needs to, but they always catch up to her. She’s very extreme, she either adores someone or hates them. Yeah, it’s not exactly the formula for happiness.

Origins: “They asked if I wanted to join the Servane Siya, (The assassins) I said yes, I left. I trained until I was fifteen, now I do my ‘assignments.'”

Me: What about your parents?

“I told you I left. Haven’t seen them since and might never. You don’t leave the Siya. I don’t really care. I couldn’t have hoped for more.”

Occupation: “Member of the Servane Siya. They call us assassins, but we’re elite forces. We solve problems before they evolve into bigger problems that would cost more lives.”

Skills: “Knife-throwing, climbing, hand-to-hand combat, and getting information out of people when I need to, though that’s not really my division. The lower spy group does the subtle stuff.”

Voice: “I have a sharp voice and I have a Kezbe accent. If you imitate it I swear I’ll stab you.” (The Kezbe accent is kind of a standing joke. It’s kind of nasal and rough, and everyone makes fun of it.)

Very quick background info for those who don’t know this yet:

The fantasy country is called Yerasht, it has a desert climate, mostly. There are seven tribes. The Lehabim and Kezbe have had issues with each other since a war nine years before this.

Writing Chantara always kinda scares me XD Especially from her POV.

Here’s a picture of her I drew: