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The original Laven.

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Laven re what had happened on that wretched day in vivid detail as if it were the day prior, an ugly memory always threatening to resurge on the precipice of her psyche. She could feel the memory of that bone deep ache of fire cutting across her expression as clear as the cloudless Serkonian skies, feel her flesh shear away and vision bleed crimson with every smile tugged at her lips or draw of her brows. Always a reminder. Vividly she could recall the day of her scarring, the day that changed her perception of sacrifice in its very definition and of how it altered her outlook on the mysteries of what it meant to be “brave.”

As she stood now, overlooking the chaotic waves of uneven and never ending slate grey waves at a cliffs drop beneath her, the ex Whaler thought of that bad memory once more. She thought of those sneering golden masks, of her blood slicking the marble floors in pools beneath her beaten boots, of the pain searing through her skull, of her internal fear in those moments- and of the boy staring back at her with an expression she could never quite place. Foolish of her to think of him in a moment like this, and for what reason?

The wind whipped harshly against her, beating at the worn straps of her long black overcoat, a loose strap thrashing in the wind behind her as its high collar grazed her bare cheek where her hideous scar tapered to an end. The action snapped her away from the past circling in her mind, making her see clarity once again as she gazed below at the jagged peaks. The waves below hungrily licked at their bases and crashed into the shear cliffs far below, slipping away moments later back into itself.

The wind changed its direction, now swooping into her back violently, her wild hair flying in front of her vision. A beckoning. A push to bring the tips of her boots over the edge of the cliff where nothingness awaited her. Ever stronger the wind pressed against her back, a presence of invisible hands on her shoulders tipping her forwards evermore. The long sage grass twined around her ankles and blew towards the cliff edge like tiny ropes, another feeling of beckoning settling into her chest.

Laven had lived a rough life up to this point, now with Daud gone and the Whalers dead or vanished- she had nothing left of what she so violently fought for. As a young girl she’d follow the winds breeze, using it as a guide to land her feet. The wind had lead her to her hounds, then to Dunwall, next to Daud, and now finally to the cliff edge she found herself perched at precariously. A sign or just a figment of her own stupid will, the wind had always lead her true. She felt lost again for the first time since she had met the Knife of Dunwall, where would she turn to now?

Perhaps, there was no where left for her to go.

The wind picked up with another violent gust towards the ocean. Her mind cleared, vanished of any thought but the waves below. They would drag her away, pull her into it’s dark depths and there would never be a trace nor memory left of Laven Lee Laic. Not a trace to be had of the young girl who’d always been alone, always questioned herself, always fell just too short. Just a step more and the void would swallow her whole and she would be no more.

Laven closed her eyes with a steady inhale, her arms raising either side of her in the air. A feeling of peace overcame her, she accepted what would become of her. As she exhaled one last time the image of that foolish boys dark eyes bore back at her steadily, and as she looked back unflinching she gave into the howling winds with a tilt over the precipice.

She felt herself fall forwards but in the next moment the strongest gust of wind she’d ever been exposed to raced up the cliff to meet her, pushing her up with extraordinary power. Her eyes flew open to reveal nothing but open air beneath her and faster than she could comprehend a pair of hands shoved aggressively at her chest, as she fell backwards onto the sage grass a pair of all knowing black eyes met her own. In the next moment, the world around her erupted into a white blaze as she felt an encoming power overtake her very being.

“-“

Laven stood directly at Jameson Barstow Colin’s back as lead overseer Card brought down his sword in a furious wrath upon her face. Fire exploded across her expression as the steel sunk deeply into her flesh, carving into her bone beneath. She watched, up close, as the blade slid past her eyes by no more than the width of a splinter, watched as her blood slicked the steel weapon. Her vision ran white in agony as her open wound gaped, the skin of her cheek peeled back- loosely clinging to her face as waves of crimson bled endlessly. Time was moving only a fraction of what it should’ve been, and as she looked down with blurred pupils she watched as the whole front of her uniform grew slick with the coppery substance, dripping in long thick tendrils to the floor at her feet- mixed now with the blood of her enemies and her ally at her back. She raised a shaking gloved hand slowly to her face, which she was certain was split directly in half, and touched two fingers to the bridge of her nose when more waves of agony overtook her. Laven wasn’t sure if she was screaming or not, her throat hurt as if she had but the only thing she could hear in her ears was the overwhelming sound of her own thundering heartbeat as it continued to pulse more rivulets of blood from her horrific wound. The vision in her right eye ran red with her own blood pooling into her optical, and the only thing she saw with her left eye was her own reflection in the blood soaked blade in the hands of Card as it came towards her for another strike in a slow, agonizing, pace.

”-back then-“

Suddenly, the scene changed in her mind, a different moment in her memory of that awful day.

Taking her place back infront of Jameson, Laven readied herself against the oncoming overseers as blood pooled inside her mask, nearly choking herself. She paid no mind to the never ending ocean of her own blood as she fought hand over fist, the whole ordeal blurred in a mixture of rage, blood loss, and adrenaline. Left and right she dodged, ducked, punched, slashed- an endless swarm of golden masks and her own blood. The moments blurred together, overseers unconscious bodies pilling at her feet. In that moment it was just her and her pain.

To the overseers she must have appeared as a demon from the blackest depths of the void, her black uniform steaming from her own sweat and the heat from her blood rising in steady white rivulets into the air. Crimson blood pooling at her feet as her sword pointed daringly to her foes. The red teeth painted across either side of her mask grinning in a demonic way as her breath escaping the confines of her mask sounded like muffled chuckling. To the golden faced fools, Laven must’ve been quite a haunting sight indeed.

”-when you both nearly perished?”

Laven’s eyes shot open after she had relived that dark memory in her past, a gasp slipping from her lips. Her eyes stared skywards as a flock of birds ed overhead, the sage grass cushioned against her back as she attempted to recollect her scattered thoughts. What had just transpired? Why had she just felt as if she’d relived a moment of her past? Shouldn’t she be buried beneath the festering waves hundreds of feet below? And what was that ominous voice that had rung through her ears-?

Before Laven could right herself, a man leant over her casually with his hands clasped neatly behind his back. He was tall and had rather handsome features, but Laven wasn’t enraptured by his physic- no, she was lost in his onyx eyes. The man’s eyes were swallowed wholly by black and in their depths it was as if she could see everything and yet nothing at all. Before she had a chance to react the mysterious black eyed stranger spoke with a voice of silk.

”Ive been watching you, Laven Lee Laic, with great interest. It’s nice to finally stand face to face after so many years. I, am the Outsider.”

…To be continued in a possible short story…

C O N T E N T S

i. General Information

ii. Physical Appearance

iii. Health

iv. Family Background

v. Companions

vi. Personality

vii. Reactions

viii. Clothing

ix. Background

x. Statistics

xi. Combat

xii. Theme Song

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G E N E R A L I N F O

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• G i v e n N a m e •

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Laven Lee Laic

Pronounced: Lay-vin, Lee, Lie-ick

Laven was named by her mother and although they share the same middle name, the same can’t be said for her last name. She only knows a handful of facts about her father, his last name being Laic is one of them, if her mother is to be believed. Her name doesn’t hold much importance, she wasn’t named after anyone great nor does she have any family to make proud- she has no respectable family name to tarnish.

• N i c k n a m e s •

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The Wolf

She acquired the nick name during her days running with Daud’s gang, the Whalers. When she was a fresh recruit, still a youngster just pulled from the streets, she would communicate almost like a dog. She wasn’t taught much about manners and she had been surviving on her own for a long while without any guidance, she never had anyone to scold her for bad behavior and was never shown how normal people present themselves. Laven, as a young girl, would often find shelter on the streets with stray wolfhounds. Having spent much of her time in their company she began to act wolffish- growling and flashing her teeth in warning towards strangers, howling at the midnight moon, rolling around in street filth whilst fighting hounds for scraps. She’d considered herself a member of the pack, they’d been the only family that’d shown her any interest for most of her childhood. Once she was recruited into Daud’s gang at the age of eleven, much of her wolffish behavior was still very much present. Laven would bite first, talk after- and that attitude made her fellow whalers either wary or oddly fond of her. Those who cared enough learned her name, however many of them opted to call her simply by “Wolf.” As a child she was never afraid to bite the hands of those who came too close and she even opted to sleep outside under the moon for her first few years with Daud’s Whalers. Eventually with impromptu schooling lessons and guidance from Rinaldo and Finn, under Daud’s request, Laven began to slowly shape into a somewhat well mannered young woman- as far as trained assassins go, at least. As she grew older her nickname still stuck around and even the Knife of Dunwall himself frequently called upon her as “Wolf,” it had become her title among them. Once she had earned the rank of novice assassin Laven painted a crimson row of wolf teeth either side of her mask, truly becoming what she was called by her fellow Whalers, The Wolf.

• T i t l e •

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Laven has been running with the Whalers for half of her life and has trained ruthlessly to be where she is today. She worked her way up the chain of ranks, starting at the bottom just like everyone else in the gang. Now a Master Assassin, one of Daud’s highest ranking , she is tasked with many roles within the gangs dynamics. Laven if fairly close to Daud, considered to be one of his right hands and best equipped to lead the Whalers when he isn’t around. Although she faced many obstacles and rigorous challenges the thought of quitting never once flighted through her mind. It’s taken her years, mission after mission, training session after session, blood and sweat and many all nighters training on her own to stand where she does now. She’s earned her title, and those around her respect her for it.

• O c c u p a t i o n •

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For a living, Laven works with a group of assassins known as “The Whalers.” She has been apart of the group since she was only eleven years old, having spent half her life with them she’s come to know them as her family. Their fearless leader, Daud, picked her up off the streets and gave her something to be apart of, something to work for, and soon enough thieving became her life. Overtime she grew to learn the intricacies of the Whalers and learned to hone her skills in sword fighting, hand to hand combat, stealth, and assassination- although she’s never killed anyone whilst with the gang. Laven has accomplished thousands of contracts with her fellow Whalers under the command of Daud, their livelihood through whom decides to hire them for coin. If their employers refuse to pay their required funds they end up six feet deep or across the isles with their tongues cut, deep within a mine. No one dares cross Daud and his Whalers, lest they wish to see the void.

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Having been born in cullero she is of Serkonian decent. She may have some lineage from Morley, according to her mother, her great grandfather was born and raised in a small fishing town outside the city of Fraeport. Wether she actually believes her mother of that fact however is another matter entirely.

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Laven is Twenty three years of age in the year 1840.

• B i r t h D a t e •

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She was born on the sixth day in the month of Rain. The month of Rain is the fourth month of the year, it follows after the month of Nets and is followed then by the month of wind. The month of rain is as it sounds, rainy and wet. Laven has always loved the rain, she attributes that fact to the month she was born in and it’s stormy nature.

• B i r t h P l a c e •

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Laven was born in the coastal town of Cullero located on the vast shores of Serkonos. The city receives the bulk of the visitors to Serkonos and is a popular holiday location, as it has an abundance of sun in the warmer months. It is also known for its famous Cullero cigars and produces bulk grapes for the isles. When Laven was younger she used to pick them all day in the hot summer sun in order to earn some pocket change to feed her mother and herself. The city of Cullero has always fascinated her with its rich history and culture, you can find people from all over the isles there, people from all walks of life. Many languages are spoken there and you couldn’t count the different variations of accents on your fingers and toes, growing up Laven became accustomed to many different dialects. Centuries ago Cullero became known for its military prowess. The Culleros earned a mean reputation on the seas, as mercantile bullies and smugglers, and many believed that they were not victims of piracy, but perpetrators of it. When Laven was but a child she always imagined in her head that perhaps her father was a pirate, a foolish daydream she realizes now. There is also an old Serkonan legend about the towering cliffs being haunted by what appears to be two ghosts, although Laven had never seen them her mother used to warn her of them coming to drag her into the depths of the void if she misbehaved. Cullero also has a very lucrative black market which draws in common thieves and feared assassins. Corrupt royals with high standing often have a hand in the dealings of the black market, possessing a sort of underground power that dictates many of the wealth within the city. The place is as dangerous as it is captivating to her. Cullero will always be her home no matter how far she strays, one day she hopes to return and settle down when her life of being an assassin comes to its inevitable end.

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Ambidextrous. Due to her line of work she uses both her left and right hands equally and doesn’t have a more dominant limb. She can write with both of her hands and can wield a blade with each as well.

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Laven has AB blood type, the most uncommon. People with the blood type AB are said to be very careful while dealing with others and are empathetic. These people also have exceptional analytical and logical skills. Due to her rare blood type her blood is compatible with any other kind, therefore her blood is sought out in the scientific and medical fields. Laven isn’t aware of how unique and sought after her blood is, she’s never been tested for what’s in her veins before. If she were to give blood to anyone around her, their bodies would be able to intake and use her blood without any complications, unbeknownst to her.

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She was born female and intends to remain as such.

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Laven has never put much thought into romantic relationships before, she’s never had the time nor has anyone attempted to court her. Often times she’s too occupied with her life of thieving on the run, nobody has time for commitment when they’re living contract by contract. She has people other than herself to take care of and protect, the topic of romance never much comes to her mind. Perhaps if a special enough person were to come into her life she would reconsider her thoughts on remaining alone, no matter what gender they may be or from what path of life they come from. To Laven, a connection matters more than attributes or what’s beneath clothing.

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P H Y S I C A L A P P E A R A N C E

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• H e i g h t •

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Due to her Serkonian genes Laven stands at five feet nine inches, she’s rather tall for a woman. Her mother was fairly short, only five five, so she assumes she gets her height from her father.

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She weighs one hundred and fourty five pounds. Due to her height Laven may weigh more than the average woman in the isles. She’s fairly lithe and has a good amount of muscle mass due to spending her whole life as an assassin. Laven has extensive combat training and is fairly strong because of it, her muscles are well defined but have a feminine softness and curvature to them.

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Her eyes are sky blue in color, around her pupils the pigment turns a soft grey blue color whilst she has a darker blue ring around her irises. In certain lighting her eyes may appear a brighter blue whilst in shadows they may appear a slate grey with blue undertones.

• H a i r •

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Laven has long brunette hair that ends at her lower back. She always keeps her hair tied back into a neat French braid in order to keep it out of her way and tucked out of sight. Her hair is a naturally rich umber color with lighter strands of brown throughout her strands, in direct sunlight it looks more golden. Due to her uniform mask and hood shorter strands of her hair often come loose from its braid and fall around her face when without her mask present. On the rare occasion Laven takes her braid out it’s clear to see how thick it is, often coming with a wave to it thanks to being held in place within a braid for so long. Naturally, however, her hair is fairly straight and smooth.

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Having been born in the hot weathered always sunny Cullero, her complexion is naturally tan. Her skin is usually a much warmer shade of white, although she’s spent many years in Dunwall where the sun seems to rarely shine so her skin has begun to turn slightly paler in her stay there. She never seems to burn in the sun, her skin simply soaks in the rays and tans a nice even shade. Laven has only had a sunburn a few times in her life, her skin is fairly resilient.

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Laven has a long diagonal scar cutting across her face that she acquired at the age of sixteen. Starting above her right eyebrow at her temple the scar runs across the bridge of her nose, cutting then beneath her left eye along her cheek where it ends at her jaw. It’s a rather ugly thing she acquired years ago during a mission gone sideways, since she was slashed across her face she opts to wear her whalers mask much more frequently- it’s rare to see her without it. She re how she got it vividly, how it felt as if her face was flayed off when the blade was brought across her expression with intent to kill. She had no time to pause and how deeply it had cut into her, instead she was forced to fight with blood blinding her right eye and slicking her hands. The whole front of her uniform was soaked through and the floor beneath her was slick with her blood. Laven lost a lot of blood and was forced to rest in the infirmary for a whole of two weeks until the bone deep gash had begun to heal over. She was lucky the sword had missed her eyes which is what the overseer had been aiming for, a centimeter off and she would’ve been blinded in both eyes. The month following her injury brought immense headaches and pain anytime she so much as blinked, although she only ever complained about getting back out on the job as soon as she could. Laven can handle pain well, even as a portion of her face was quite literally hanging off her skull she fought hard and didn’t stand down until the fight was over. Currently her scar leaves a line diagonally across her face that’s much lighter in color than her normal tan complexion, a stark contrast, it’s very noticeable and often the first thing people look to when she has her mask off.

Many other scars litter her body in seemingly random occurrences, living the life she does there’s no shortage of them. Each has its unique story, some Laven with tell about whilst others she never speaks of.

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H E A L T H

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• D i e t •

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Laven has a fairly poor nutritional diet, only eating what’s available to her which isn’t much. She isn’t a picky eater and doesn’t mind canned foods, however tasteless and bland they may be. There is sometimes numerous days in a row in which she consumes nothing, she’s gotten used to the feeling of hunger pains. Laven hasn’t ever eaten a fancy meal in her life, the only thing that perhaps came close was when she had stolen a cooked blood ox leg from the market in her youth. Her favorite food would by far have to be Serkonian grapes, the very ones she used to pick from orchards in Cullero.

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Due to her line of work Laven is in fairly decent shape. She has high stamina and flexibility, and doesn’t tire easily. Through years of training with the Whalers she has grown strong both physically and in her will, however her poor diet can sometimes leave her weaker than normal.

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Laven has no physical handicaps, she has all of her limbs intact and needs no assistance moving or doing any task.

• A l l e r g i e s •

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Nothing effects her much, she can eat any food and doesn’t sneeze unless it’s dusty.

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She may suffer from mild OCD, Laven always keeps things tidy and in order. If something is moved and not put back correctly she becomes irritated. Her gear and few belongings are always well organized.

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Laven suffers from no illnesses except occasionally the common cold.

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F A M I L Y B A C K G R O U N D

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• F a t h e r •

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Laven knows nothing personal of her father other than he wasn’t from Cullero and his last name was Laic. Her mother never much mentioned him and when she did it was only to tell her that he had been a wealthy man and that she’d only known him for the month of Ice, she always seemed fond of the memory of him. He hadn’t known of Laven’s existence according to her mother and Laven was certain she’d never meet the man. She had once considered the idea of attempting to find him, she had some information on the man however slight, but in the end she decided to keep him a mystery to her. What use would she have in knowing who he was? Sometimes she gives into curiosity and imagines what he may have looked like, but the image of him in her head never seems right. Wondering was useless, for all she knew he was long dead or he was someone that was best left unknown.

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Her mother had been a gaunt, aloof woman. Always staring off into nothingness so deeply that she rarely acknowledged Laven for many hours of the day. She left her daughter to fend for herself but on rare occasions her lifeless grey eyes would brighten and she would interact with Laven, although it was awkward for she never knew how to build a relationship with her child. It was as if her mother had been detached from the living world. The woman had once been breathtakingly beautiful before life had ground her down to a shell of whom she used to be, now nothing but a broken soul. Laven wasn’t sure how she’d ended up where she did, but she knew her mother’s life had been a difficult one. When she was younger Laven hadn’t understood why her mother acted as she did and for that she held a deep seated rage for her, but as she matures her anger dims and she almost understands the harsh reality her mother lived. Laven had been born in a brothel where her mother had resided and as she gained independent thought Laven wasn’t a fool, she had realized how her mother earned money in the establishment. The other women in the brothel often acted like a mother to her more than her own, they taught her how to braid her hair and how to read common words. When her mother had grown to be too disconnected they had been thrown to the streets, she couldn’t perform and that meant the brothel was wasting money on her. During that time it had been Laven to provide, not her mother. She worked in the orchards picking grapes for long hours just to get enough pocket change to feed them and she had been the one to find a long abandoned house for them to sleep in, her mother did nothing but sit and stare day after day. Each ing day her mother grew evermore lifeless until Laven had to feed her and change her clothes for her- that had kindled a hatred within her towards the woman because she was the child in that situation, so why had her mother made her become the adult? She never understood how that had been fair. One day, however, Laven had arrived back at their home to find her mother gone. Disappeared, vanished on the wind without a trace. After that day she had never seen her again. Laven hadn’t left the building for days on end, expecting her mother to appear in the doorway- to come back for her. She never did.

Laven sometimes looks at her reflection and sees her mother staring back at her, parts of her so much akin to Laven’s own appearance. She often wonders what had happened of her, where she was now- was she across the Isles or were her bones now settled deep in the ground? She would never come to know, her fate forever a mystery Laven wished to one day uncover.

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Laven has no knowledge of her family other than who her mother was and what little she had been told of her father. She suspects that her mother may have had children before, or perhaps even after, she gave birth to Laven. Her mother was a mysterious woman, always vague about everything she said, there’s no chance she would have ever told Laven whether she had siblings or not. The whaler has her suspicions however, growing up she can recollect distinct memories that lead her to believe that she may have siblings- their whereabouts and whether they’re dead or alive is another matter. She can hushed whispers between a few women, speculating on if her mother would do to her what she had done to the “others.” There once was a time she had found a half torn old photo of a young boy in her mother’s trunk, the only thing written on its back was the letter “N” for the rest of whatever had been written was torn off along with the other half of the photo. The photo could have been of anyone and the letter could’ve been the end to any word, perhaps it was one of her mother’s relatives? A photo of her father when he was a young boy? Laven suspects the child in the picture was her sibling, but she would never know. The “N” could have been the last letter of a name, such as her own. As for siblings from her father- she knew less of. Laven didn’t know anything of her father, if he had other children she would never come to find out.

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C O M P A N I O N S

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• N a m e •

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Jameson Barstow Colin.

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He is in his mid Twenties, born in 1816 on the 17th of the month of Darkness.

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Having been born in an Abbey Outpost in the Distillery district of Dunwall, J.C is Gristolian.

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He is a Whaler in Daud’s gang such as Laven herself. Jameson is a novice scout and is one of her crewmen.

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Currently Living.

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“Jameson is the type of man to be mainly found in a bar somewhere at the back booth smoking cigarette after cigarette, fiddling with his glass occasionally to check for fullness of contents before each refill of liquor as he reads through a book or newspaper. Tall, and slender he stands out among most men whom he slightly dwarfs, often slouching to accommodate for this fact. Calm in temperament and meek in demeanor he avoids first and tends to watch from the sideline though far from antisocial, he simply likes his solitude and takes company in those most common to himself. The man is usually open about his feelings on matters though is slow to become emotional, He finds humor and sarcasm his way into and out of most conversations and typically uses it to deflect questions he won’t answer. Adept in Bone charm crafting he can usually be found in the middle of some ritual or in his quarters drawing and going over reports, His hands are his best tool and they are constantly moving. Working for the black market mostly the man avoids conflict all together, he has numerous friends in strange places at this point in his life and he’s become more of a Punctual paper pusher than smuggler. In the end the mans motives are unknown and… Questionable at best, Marked by the Outsider he knows not why but has a plan for every situation, always in time and precise with his work and daily Schedule. It’s been years and He’s starting to loose touch and he knows it… He wonders for how long this will continue if at all.”

-Source, J.C’s creator

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Their relationship is a strong one. The two met whilst in Daud’s gang and they’ve experienced many things together, some good and others bad. He is the reason for the scar across her face, Laven took a blow from an overseers sword in order to save his life back in their adolescent years and she would do it a hundred times over. Jameson has always been in her life in some form and if they ever stray from one another she knows that the bond between them will forever remain. The man has a way of making her feel content and he never ceases to lift her spirits, often times if he crosses her thoughts Laven will reflect on their journey together. She respects him, her life wouldn’t be the same without him.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

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• P o s i t i v e T r a i t s •

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Laven seems to have an endless reserve of patience. She is a relatively calm individual and thinks with her head before her heart in most cases. She doesn’t let emotion overtake her in stressful situations and always weighs her options before deciding on a singular course of action. Typically she’d rather be by her lonesome, a lone Wolf of sorts, but she’s the first to step up and take leadership when it’s needed. With her self discipline, resolve and comion Laven makes for a well equipped individual to take charge of most situations and roles. However, she is still young and has many things to learn. She’s bound to make many faults but with her drive she will undoubtedly learn well from the lessons born out of mistakes. Her spirit is a strong one, little breathes fear into her and there’s not many things she’ll shy away from. Although at times she may seem rigid Laven is very empathetic to those around her she’s deemed trustworthy enough to get close to her. She guards her heart and rarely opens up to anyone, not even close companions. Laven seems to always take the weight of the world upon her shoulders, but she’s strong enough to endure. Her loyalty is unmatched although it’s difficult to gain, Laven is a hard individual to win over but when someone proves to her time and time again of their worthiness and her trust for them is deep- she will never betray them. She may seem extreme in her ways but to her trust is everything, without it there is no truth to any action or word, they become meaningless. The only situation in which she may loose loyalty for an individual is if they turn down the dangerous path of ruling over others. Laven will not stand beside someone whom has no regard for their actions, who is violent in their ways for the sake of gaining any semblance of power. She is against killing, especially when it’s needlessly.

• N e g a t i v e T r a i t s •

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Laven tends to internalize a lot of her thoughts and emotions, she doesn’t like to appear weak in front of others. Due to that fact she won’t let on if she’s in any pain and will wait until she’s isolated in order to assess her wounds, bandaging them herself most of the time. She’s gotten quite skilled at stitching herself up. Another trait of hers that’s reckless to her own care is her worry of others. Laven puts other individuals needs over her own in most cases, offering up her last morsels of food when she already hasn’t eaten in days. She knows how it feels to starve, and she wouldn’t want anyone going through what she already has.

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R E A C T I O N S

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• A n g r y •

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Laven isn’t quick to anger, she is a very patient individual. It takes a lot to get her riled up and she shows her frustration in the form of silence. Whenever she’s upset she’ll quiet down and do little else but level you with a heated look, she sees no point in wasting words if they mean nothing and she won’t spend time arguing with others. Senseless bickering about petty and trivial matters is another act that causes her annoyance. Laven rarely raises her voice out of anger, but when she does get to that point of rage it’s a scary thing to witness. The only thing capable of bringing her to a rage that hot is insubordination or when others make her worry. She doesn’t appreciate being ignored and even less enjoys spending her day pacing, coming up with worst case scenarios in her head. However, to see her so angry that she turns to yelling is an extremely rare occurrence, Laven is masterful at keeping her emotions hidden. Anger is another form of vulnerability in her eyes, how someone acts out of rage can tell you a lot about them as a person.

• A n x i o u s •

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When Laven becomes anxious it would be difficult for most to even realize for she guards her emotions, but those who know her may be able to distinguish her tells. She will fidget with her hands as if to distract herself and may look over her shoulder more than usual.

• D e p r e s s e d •

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In the case that she’s sad Laven appreciates isolation, preferring to spend time alone to reflect. Sadness is a vulnerable emotion and she refuses to let anyone see her in such a raw unprotected state. Laven will quietly disappear for a few hours and return just as silently, in her absence she’ll stroll the rooftops or find a quiet place to herself until she’s feeling more relaxed. It’s rare for her to break down in front of anyone, and if she does that individual means something tremendous to her.

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When Laven is embarrassed she doesn’t make eye and fidgets as if to distract herself from the situation or to bring herself comfort. Often times she will rub the back of her neck with her hand or she’ll pull the tips of her gloves off her fingers only to clasp her hands and repeat the process. Sometimes she’ll fidget with the buttons on her undershirt and trace the hilt of her sheathed sword.

• E x c i t e d •

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If she gets excited Laven will appear more upbeat and may talk faster than usual. Sometimes she’ll use her hands to enunciate her words, waving and gesturing with them when she talks.

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Theres little that scares her, Laven isn’t fearful of much and when she’s unsettled by something you probably wouldn’t be able to tell.

• H a p p y •

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When she’s happy Laven will open up more and doesn’t seem so emotionless. She’ll become more joking and lighthearted, not as serious as she normally is.

• I n l o v e •

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Laven has never been in love before and she isn’t certain that she ever will be, perhaps one day in the future she might find it. There is a certain individual in her life that sometimes makes her heart beat faster than it should and her chest flutter in a way that happens with nobody else. The phenomenon is an oddity to her, but not completely unwelcome.

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C L O T H I N G

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• D a i l y •

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Every day Laven adorns her black Whalers uniform and matching gas mask used to conceal her identity. The uniform consists of a black hooded mid thigh length overcoat, a long sleeve white button up undershirt with a high collar, elbow length black leather gloves, knee high black boots with two straps at the calf, black pants matched with a weapon belt and attached pouches worn around the waist over the rest of the clothing, and another belt worn around the left shoulder and underneath the right arm from across the chest and back- this belt has pouches as well. To top off the uniform Laven, along with the other Whalers, wears an old rubber whaling gas mask fixed with fabric around its elongated mouth piece where the filter attaches at its end. Laven’s black whalers mask has crimson red Wolf teeth painted on either side of the mouthpiece and filter, she painted them herself when she was first given her uniform. The Wolf teeth represent who she is as a person, where she came from and who she is today. Each painted fang is a tribute to those she has lost, each one an individual whom used to mean something deeply to her who now belong to the void. In total there are eighteen of them, one day she knows there will be more.

• F o r m a l •

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Laven doesn’t own any formal attire, she’s no need for it. She has never worn a dress or anything remotely fancy in her life and she doesn’t think that she ever will. When she was younger she used to look in at shop windows at the jewelry and regal dresses and used to think what her life would be like if she had been born into nobility. But when the snobbish women whom wore those fancy dresses always treated her like street filth, she realized she was lucky to be born poor, she didn’t like those women and she never wanted to be like them. Besides, those gaudy dresses looked uncomfortable, and how were you supposed to fight in them?

• S l e e p w e a r •

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Laven usually sleeps in her uniform, as uncomfortable as that is. She must always be prepared for any event and if she has to waste energy on getting fully dressed that’s precious time wasted. Whenever she’s out in the field on missions she will sleep with a weapon in her hands and her back to a wall, facing the rest of the room. On the occasion that she sleeps in her bunk at the Whalers hideout Laven will take her boots off before settling down. Rarely does she ever strip down to nothing but her pants and long sleeved undershirt, sometimes she’ll unfasten the few buttons on its high collar to get more comfortable but it’s rare to see her in such a state.

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F A V O R I T E S

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• N u m b e r •

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Her favorite number is four, why? She has no particular reason. It’s an even digit and she likes the way it looks written down in number form.

• C o l o r •

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Laven’s favorite color is blue, the shade of the sky and the sea. There’s something mesmerizing to her about the pigment, it’s soothing. When she was younger she used to climb trees and lay on the highest branches, watching clouds roll along the endless blue skies and imagining she was somewhere far away. She would watch birds disappear over the blue horizons and wish she’d been born a bird instead of Laven Lee Laic. Even as she grows older Laven still makes time to watch the sky above when she’s perched on rooftops or laying in her bunk at Daud’s hideout, watching the clouds float by through the hole in the cracked ceiling. Laven used to enjoy watching the ocean as well, it’s deep blue depths a mystery to her she wished to know. Sometimes she dreamt of sailing away on the ocean waves and strong winds, not caring about where she was going because all she needed was her, the ocean and the sky. She always wanted to go where the two endless bodies of blue met on the horizon, because when she was there maybe she’d be swallowed whole by their depths and cease to be- or maybe she’d find something else entirely.

• S e a s o n •

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Her favorite season is the month of Harvest, she has always enjoyed the warmer parts of the year. The longer days and warmer nights remind her of Cullero. Due to the heat she enjoys swimming and the sunsets are always more vibrant, however it can become almost unbearable wearing her Whalers uniform. In the hottest part of the day she sweats just sitting in the shade, it’s akin to being baked alive she would imagine. Laven deals with the uncomfortable heat whilst wearing her uniform with mild complaint, because at the end of the day it’s the best feeling in the world when she sheds the garments and cools off in a body of natural water.

• F o o d •

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Laven’s favorite food would undoubtedly be Serkonian Grapes. She was born in Cullero where they’re mass produced in orchards, they remind her of way back then. Fruit has always been more tasteful to her than bread and assorted meats.

• B e v e r a g e •

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Liquor has never been something she’s taken to and she doesn’t dare get intoxicated off of it. It dehydrates her and doesn’t taste very pleasant in the least. To her booze is dangerous, drink too much of it and you’ll black out- unprotected, unaware, and vulnerable. Laven is happy to stick with just water.

• H o b b i e s •

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Laven has a few hobbies she enjoys partaking in when she’s not out on missions or training novice assassins and new recruits. She can play the piano and sing halfway decent, often times she’ll hum a silent tune to herself when nobody’s around. When she was younger she had learned the basics of playing a piano, and when she was well established with the Whalers she learned a bit more. The instruments are hard to come by so when she sees one her fingers itch to run along the keys, most of the time Laven will only get the chance to look of them from a distance when she’s on missions. Usually richer people own them, but on stealth missions there’s not a chance in all the void that she’d risk her position just to play a simple tune.

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One of her favorite songs is “The Month of Darkness” it’s a mysterious tune that tells the tale of the Outsider, although it’s probably just speculation. No one truly knows where the omnipotent whale being came from or how long he’s walked among them. Laven also enjoys the song “The Drunken Whaler” she grew up always humming it and the story told in it is as dark as it is interesting. She can recite every lyric from the song and she can even play the melody on piano keys.

• A r t i s t •

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Although she’s a cold hearted witch and attempted to kill Daud and the Whalers, Laven quite likes Delilah Copperspoon’s paintings. She had seen them in person at the old Brigmore Manor, fighting off witches and grave hounds all the while she’d pause to ire Delilah’s work. The marked witch was talented with a brush. Her artwork is beautiful, if Laven had to put it into words. They’re haunting versions of the people in those portraits, yet she could look upon them for hours. Laven is aware that the painted canvases are used as a gateway for Delilah’s black magic, but she sees no harm in iring them from a distance.

• F l o w e r •

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Sunflowers are amongst her favorites, they always face towards the light of the sun. They grow to be taller than herself and she finds them fascinating. The yellow pigment of their petals reminds her of the sunsets that bloomed across the cliffs of Cullero back in her childhood. She’s also partial to wildflowers, any color or kind. Laven used to pick bouquets of them and weave their stems and petals into flower crowns, pretending to be empress of her own little world.

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B A C K G R O U N D

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• C h i l d h o o d •

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Laven was born in Cullero and lived with her mother in a brothel until she was six. Her first years of life were difficult, her mother was aloof and neglected to take care of her so she learned to fend for herself. When her mother disappeared under strange circumstances Laven was forced to move on, never knowing what had happened of her. From then on she lived on the move, for a year she lived in the back alleys of Cullero until she headed ever further south without any knowledge of where she was going or where she had been. Laven eventually found herself in a coastal farming town halfway to Karnaca where she took to begging on the streets, befriending the local stray wolfhounds for company. She grew attached to the hounds and began to sleep with them in an old dilapidated barn they used to frequent. Laven would share food with them and spent her whole days playing with and exploring crop fields and forests with the hounds. The young girl grew to be animalistic, she would keep to the wheat fields and outskirts of the more rural farming towns outside of Cullero, wandering with her hounds wherever the wind happened to take them. A problem arose when farmers hunted down her hounds for killing livestock, she’d been grazed by a bullet in the massacre and was left to flee, alone once more. Laven lived with an intense hatred in her heart towards other humans after those farmers had murdered her four legged family, lashing out at the few kind souls who attempted to help her, biting their fingers as to draw blood before fleeing ever further away. She made her way further south, not paying much mind to the towns she ed and the fields and forests she’d slept in. At the age of nine she stowed away on a cargo ship, headed to where- she didn’t know, all she knew was that she had to escape the local law since she had taken to thieving from the locals. After a few months the ship docked at none other than Dunwall, the capitol city of the Isles. Her first few months there were rough, learning the dynamics of a completely different town- one filled with high society and triple the amount of city watch made it even harder. Eventually though a rag tag group of street kids took her in, they looked out for each other and survived on the outskirts of Drapers Ward. For the time that she ran with them, her life seemed content. Not all good things can last however, and at the age of eleven a gang of older street kids came for their territory- a massacre ensued. Laven re every exact detail to this day, but when asked about it she never reveals anything. It’s a tender topic for her.

• T e e n s •

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Her teenage years brought better experiences for her. She was picked up by Daud after that dark day when she was eleven and he helped turn her life around, for the better. Laven became a Whaler and climbed the ranks until she became a master assassin in Daud’s gang.

• Y o u n g A d u l t •

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The Whalers disbanded and Laven had to search for a new purpose, she found herself alone yet again. She wandered the cliffs of Gristol where her dark thoughts had begun to run darker. Laven had intentions of leaving this world to become just another spirit in the void, however she was halted by none other than the Outsider himself during her attempt. That had been her first encounter face to face with the omnipotent being, and at the end of it he had bestowed upon her left hand his mark. Soon after she had been marked Laven traveled the isles, searching for reason within her life, and along her journeys she met people that would come to change her fate.

• C u r r e n t •

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Currently Laven leads a crew of ex Whalers, street kids, gang and people from all walks of life. Holme Manor is their main base of operations but the gang often travels the isles for many different contracts. She doesn’t mind all the traveling, Laven has always wanted to see more of the world.

• F u t u r e •

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Laven has no foresight, she hasn’t the slightest clue on what future days hold. She hopes that her future sees her companions alive and well, as for herself, she suspects there’s many more obstacles to come. Before she es into the void Laven wishes to return to Cullero, to the place she had last seen her mother, and to fix up the dilapidated building. Perhaps she’ll start a family, have children of her own and raise them up better than her mother had her. She’ll tell them stories of The Knife of Dunwall and of how she fought along side him, tell them the tale of how he had saved her as a young girl. She will tell them the darkness of the rat plague, of the nightmare that was Empress Jessamine Kaldwin’s assassination that would forever change the world, perhaps she would even tell them of the man with black eyes whom had gifted her something otherworldly. Laven will tell stories of her old companions whom she considered family, she will tell her children of their journeys together and teach them the important lesson that blood isn’t always family and that sometimes it’s found. And when they ask her about her scarred face and the strange mark on the back of her left hand she will simply smile at them and tell them the story of the Whaler whom used to wear painted red Wolf teeth on their mask, the assassin called “The Wolf” whom traveled the isles and was capable of strange abilities and magics. But that’s all they were, stories. Right?

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S T A T I S T I C S

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• S t r e n g t h •

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

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★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

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• W e a p o n s •

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Laven always carries with her a sword sheathed at her left hip, although she’s rarely used it for lethal purposes. On her right wrist she has a wrist bow, sleep darts for the weapon are stored in a pouch on her belt. She also has a well worn pistol at her right hip in a holster. Laven has an assortment of knives, nearly one for every purpose, within the inner compartments of her long black overcoat. Her favorite one is a dagger strapped at her left thigh, mostly hidden from view due to her coat. In her arsenal she also keeps choke dust, manas, elixirs, and bandages along with antiseptics.

• R a n g e •

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Laven’s expertise could be considered long range. She sticks to the shadows and would rather by her enemies rather than engage them. From a longer distance away her powers are more effective, although her ability known as “Beastly Bane” is better suited to close range. She has a sharp eye and can pick up slight movements from afar, matched with a steady hand and endless patience she could master sniping. Put a rifle in her hands and she would be deadly. However, lethal take downs aren’t suited to her style.

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Hand to hand combat and stealth are among her greatest strengths. During a fight she can incapacitate her attacker in a single maneuver, matched with her flexibility and agility she’s a tough opponent in a close range environment. In a melee fight it’s easy for her to knock out her opponents none lethally, however she prefers to avoid conflict altogether. Laven would much rather stick to the rooftops and shadows, far out of sight. The shadows are like her second skin.

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Her weaknesses in combat shine through when fighting multiple opponents at once with ranged weaponry. It becomes difficult for her to effectively take numerous opponents out at once especially if she’s surrounded with guns aimed at her. Larger individuals are usually physically stronger than she is and if they manage to overpower her there’s little she can do, although she rarely puts herself in those situations to begin with.

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She has an array of Bonecharms that grant her small boosts and special abilities. At a given time she only carries with her a few, often switching them out and creating different combinations. However, as each charm gives something, it takes something away in turn. Corrupt Bone Charms always have a draw, they grant the boosts but they have hinderances of equal value. Black bonecharms are rare and powerful, offering exotic Traits. Among her favorites Bone Charms include:

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Acrobat

Slightly faster climbing.

Agile Recovery

Recover from falls slightly quicker.

Strong Arms

Faster choking speed.

Swift Shadow

Increased movement speed in stealth mode.

Void Channel

Laven’s supernatural abilities last longer and do more damage.

Swift Shadow

Increased movement speed in stealth mode.

Light as a Shadow

Laven takes less damage from falls.

Swift Stalker

While crouched Laven can move faster.

Fencer

Laven will win locked-Sword contests more often.

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⇀ Corrupted Bone Charms ↼

Leverage

Pull power distance and speed are increased but mana cost for pull power is increased.

Zephyr

Overall movement speed is increased but damage taken is increased.

Stolen Breath

Pulling enemies towards Laven with Far Reach is now stealthy and quiet but Far Reach consumes more Mana for all uses.

Void Winds

When Laven casts Windblast it’s more powerful but Windblast consumes more Mana.

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⇀Black Bone Charms ↼

Familiar Scent

Wolfhounds cannot smell Laven.

Fickle Beasts

White wolfhounds will fight alongside her.

Fleet Fighter

Laven’s movement is not slowed when her weapons are unsheathed.

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Laven has a fairly calculative and precise way of fighting. She evaluates the situation, opponents skill set, and probability of success before she ever engages. Preferably she wouldn’t need to engage, for her strength is stealth. She is fleet footed and moves as a shadow, it is hard to pin her movements down and before anyone can come close to landing a hit on her she has them swiftly knocked out.

• P o w e r s •

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Arcane Bond

Daud uses this ability as a connection to his assassins. Sometimes his abilities don’t always take to an individual whilst other assassins seem to gain them easily. With Arcane Bond Daud can share his powers with his followers, when Laven ed the Whalers she received them well and eventually gained her own unique abilities when she was marked by the Outsider years later. Laven has her own form of Arcane Bond with her crew, she’s able to share a small amount of her abilities with them as Daud had with her and his Whalers. Those granted the bond can train to strengthen their otherworldly abilities.

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Blink/Transversal

This ability allows its to rapidly traverse mid-sized distances within the blink of an eye. It slows time to a stop when activated until it’s released, if it’s is in midair they will remain in place. When the Blinks they move from point A to point B in the “actual world” through the void. It happens in an instant because time is meaningless in the Void, the two are different universes. Transversal is a variation of Blink in which the can picture an area nearby where they want to go and that is where they will appear. There isn’t any need to face the direction of the destination. Transversing takes much more training and practice than Blink, in some cases it may take the years to master.

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Bend Time

It allows it’s to temporarily slow or stop time, during which they may move unhindered. Bullets and bolts stop in midair.

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Void Gaze

It allows the to see creatures and key objects through walls, as well as detecting bone charms and runes. The ability can detect creatures lines of sight, weapons, mechanisms, and the sound waves of footfalls.

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Windblast

With this power the can summon a large gust of wind that can be used to push people and objects backwards. The is also able to smash open wooden doors and has the ability to slam people into nearby walls or objects with lethal force.

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Pull

With pull the is granted the ability to lift and manipulate objects and bodies from afar. The power brings objects and creatures closer towards the , matched with wind blast it can be lethal. Laven uses the combination of both pull and wind blast frequently, pulling objects towards her only to blast them away, it increases the functionality of both greatly.

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Puppeteer

In aspect, it is quite similar to the power ‘Possession’. The is able to manipulate humans, animals, and insects from a far distance away without actually walking in their skin. It is as if the has strings tied to their fingers that are attached to the victims nervous system/limbs, allowing the to effectively control their opponent without getting too close.

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Blazed Blood

In which the can turn their victim into a walking furnace. This ability rises the temperature of the selected opponents blood, effectively causing for quick take downs. Depending on the temperature used this ability can cause unconsciousness, fatigue, headaches, sickness, internal damage, illusions, dehydration, heat stroke, death, and in some cases spontaneous human combustion. However for this ability to take effect, the victim must have blood drawn from their veins. If the person she wishes to use this power on has no scratches, scrapes, or flowing blood visible- her ability is useless. Often times Laven will cut her opponents with a well aimed throwing knife, just enough to knick them, so that her powers may take effect.

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Beastly Bane

This power allows for the to shift into a four-legged Wolf for an unlimited amount of time. When in use, this ability grants the access to any and all instincts in which a wolf would have. When in use the s senses become heightened and reflexes improved. The ability also offers its access to animal vocabulary, allowing for understandable communication between other animals. Due to her other ability Arcane Bond Laven is capable of potentially sharing Beastly Bane with other individuals, although she’s never attempted it. Some people may take to it seamlessly whilst others may struggle with the ability, Laven isn’t too keen on seeing how things would turn out. The drawbacks of this ability range to an extreme, however. If Laven is in this state for too long she becomes more wolffish, her mind looses its grip and will inevitably succumb to the call of the beast. She is able to withstand being in a Wolf state for periodic amounts of time, but if she stays in the form for days on end- she may never be released from it. In due time she would forget her past life as a human, turn on those she used to protect, become nothing more than a beastly wolf who thinks only of blood. The power would swallow her whole in an instant if not for her resolve and strong will, Beastly Bane is her most powerful yet dangerously unstable ability.

T H E M E S O N G

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