Nyx

No files will be kept on Wintersong, for your affiliation with the Revolution is to be primarily unknown. You are simply a group of assassins that randomly strike upon the good people of Rai, but each of you have your own reasons for doing what you do. However, who are you?

Name: Nyx

Race: Human

Magic: NA

Equipment:

Basic Dagger ~

Bow with 5 Arrows stored on the side for easy carry

Basic Clothes worn under her armor after it's activated.

Rope ~ 20 feet, rolled up.

Rucksack

Affinity: Magic

Link: Equipment of the Old Gods, all sharing an affinity, wishing to at the upmost, worship a little known goddess of darkness, and twilight, and become the ultimate weapon of assassination:

The Sword and Armor of Night's Rise. A beautiful sword made from silver and shines like a star in the light. Along it's hilt there is a jet black stone inlaid, and the hilt is wrapped in fine purple silk towards a silver and jet pommel. It's made to emphasize the importance of darkness and that any light at all means death to the assassin. Has a hilt made from a dark, black wood, carved with silver sliver moon inlaid into the wood.
	It strikes like it's made from the darkness itself, bypassing defenses, and striking at the very heart of an enemy.
	Silver, Black, and purple plates and chain mail, really light, covering only the hands, some of the shoulder, chest, and part of the legs in plate with most being chain mail or nothing at all.
	It doesn't actually travel on her, being made from shadows given form, and thus travel in her shadow itself and is summoned with the Phrase, "Rise, Dark Mistress of Shadows", and overlays with her normal silk clothing.
	As well with the words "Hushed Voices of the Shadows," The armor covers herself within a mire of darkness, infecting any nearby areas as well, keeping her hidden within the shadows, and muffled from the sound of movement, scent, and voice. As well, she can travel up the wall, clinging to the shadows.
 	As well the sword and armor is Coupled with a rather small, silver moon, polished to a mirror-like shine. The shield itself is not meant to work as shield to take the brunt of the attack, but rather as a means to catch a weapon and be used as a pivot point to divert the attack elsewhere.
	As the Armor's trump card, normally it is not the most defensive armor, but it can cover itself, molding the darkness around it to act as a barrier and shield from damage.

Age: 27

Personality: Nyx prefers an elegance, but also professionalism to assassination. She believes the best means of killing someone is to make it seem they were never killed at all, or place the blame on another. She's as well deeply religious

Why did you join the Revolution?: She believes in helping other's in the revolution will allow her to find a place for herself in the world... just the world needs to be flipped over on it's side before it'll accept her.

Appearance: Nyx stands at 5'7" and has pale, almost ghostly skin. Her face has smudges of freckles, her eyes are a bright green with speckles of almost yellow and blues. Her hair is kept rather long, reaching to her back, and is a bright red with highlights and lowlights mixed throughout. Her frame is rather lithe, but slightly muscular. She's built more as gymnast than a warrior.

After her armor activate, her hair turns a deep, pure black, more as a wispy shadow than actual hair. Her skin turns paler, with her freckles disappearing. Her eyes as well turn into two black voids.

Backstory: Nyx was born to a small facility that had a single link to it's name. The armor. It wasn't a very powerful link, but it was a demanding one. She was raised with fellow orphans in the ways of combat, assassination, and espionage. At her graduation, she had to kill the last remaining Orphan with her. They fought in a large building complex, the first to die obviously lost... Nyx was actually caught out, but the fellow student hesitated before the kill... and was struck down in that moment. Nyx was allowed to try the armor. Every 'class' before her was a failure, but this one was different... she didn't die. Instead the armor wrapped around her, and fused into her shadow... but as well it gave her the power to escape. Killing the rest of the facility she left to find a purpose in life...

Skills (You get 10 points) (This is only to give me an idea of what your character excels in)

Intelligence: 3

Strength: 1

Dexterity: 5

Durability: 0

Regeneration: 1