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-Name:
+Name: Nyx
-Race: http://pastebin.com/svidM0rw
+Race: Human - Altered Magically to be more closely aligned with Darkness
-Religion: http://pastebin.com/QxjHSYD9
+Religion: Elice
-Age:
+Age: 27
-Appearance:
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 Appearance: Very pale and white skin, with a lithe body, although muscular enough to move quickly, more along the lines of a ballerina. Taller than some at 6'0". Her eyes are pure black, with no distinguished markings within them, and her hair just the same, forming into a infinitely black void that trails like fire, tied down towards her mid back, but often within a bun. On her forehead is a black marking, a crescent moon within an eye. Her nose is quite thin, but pronounced, and her chin quite small. Her lips are as well naturally darkened over time, turning an almost black as well, along with her fingernails, and randomly blotches of her skin.
-Weapons:
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-Armor:
+Gold: 0
-Misc. Equipment:
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-Riches: Gold, silver, copper, gems, etc.
+Misc. Equipment: Pendent of Elice, Rope and Hook, Rucksack, Basic Supplies, Small easily concealed dagger. Black and Purple, silk clothing.
-	(5 silver is the average cost of a night in an inn) (20 copper per silver, 20 silver per gold)
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 Weapons: The Sword 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.
-Notable Skills: (Skills like Swordsmanship, Magic, Horseback riding, Climbing, Haggling, Alchemy, etc.)(5-9 is recommended)
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-	(Things you're especially skilled at should be noted with roman numerals (higher numbers meaning more skill), up to III without special permission.)
+Secondly: The Bow of Night's Eclipse: A silver and wood bow with inlaid jet. One side has the rising of the moon, the other the sun, and on the middle is the moon eclipsing over the sun. It doesn't use arrows, instead it materializes shadows as the bow is pulled. It can create shadows in the light, but they have less range and power, increasing with power as there is more darkness. The Arrows then dissolve into poison a few seconds after impact.
 
-Magical Specialty: http://pastebin.com/9uy1k1is (Be sure to mention if you're a pyromancer, healer, etc.)
+Armor: 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.
-Spell Components: (How do you use your magic? Playing instruments? Read out of a spellbook? Carve runes? Etc.)
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-Spells and Abilities: Two or three spells per skillpoint in Magic skill. Other abilities as needed.
+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. It as well is summoned along with the armor.
 
-Backstory: Anything you wanna put down can be added to later, just not replaced.
+Notable Skills: Sword and Shield Play II, Sciomancy I, Divination I, Sneaking II, Wall/rope climbing I, Bow Combat II, Violin 0
-Family:
+Magical Specialty: Divine
 Preferred Types of Spells: Shadow Magic and Deriving the future
-Example character sheet: http://pastebin.com/c10PSJjh
+Spell Components: Holy scriptures memorized and recited every day and night and specific prayers said for spells.
 Spells:
 
 Summon weapon or armor: Summons either her weapon, armor, or shield from her shadow.
 
 Hushed Voices of the Shadows: Nyx covers herself with shadows to hide herself within darkness. These shadows muffle the area around her, silencing both her, her movement, and those immediately around her, such as a screaming victim.
 
 Jaunt of the Night Mistress: She Can jump from shadows to shadows as long as they are within sight or the immediate area.
 
 Chains of the Infidels: She can summon chains of shadows that tie around an enemy and pull them back (magically, not physically). As well Hushed Voices of the Shadows travel through the chains.
 
 Any Other Info You Deem Relevant:
 
 Visions of the Future: She receives random visions from Elice.
 
 Precognition of Battle: She can randomly see glimpses of the future in battle, although not as visions itself, but as instinctual feelings so she can more easily dodge and react.
 
 Backstory:
 
 Nyx was born twenty seven years ago in the eve of winter. She never knew her parents, only knowing they were human from her own appearance and potentials. Even more so she never knew if they abandoned her, or if they were murdered, or even for 24 years of her life, even knew her own name. However none of this bothered her as she was raised from within the Cult of the Slivered Moon. This cult was the kind that worshiped the god of shadows and secrets Elice. The Cult itself was secretive, but pulled many strings within any neighboring government, insuring tithes, favors, and sanction to operate using it's webs of secrets, espionage, and blackmail to trade and barter for these ties.
 	She was brought up like most orphans the cult raised, to be an assassin to further the cult's goals and secure it's places by force if need be. She was raised alongside twelve others. None of them were given a name, as an assassin they were not meant to have a distinguished identity. Such frivolities were distracting, if they were captured, they either escaped or died trying. As well the cult's custom to dress their assassin's in silver insured only those who can dance but not be seen would survive.
 	She received her first mission when she was twelve. Her and three others, all the best and brightest of the trainees were sent out to capture and bring back a minor prince that was on the road. He had failed to pay his tithes, and as well would be a fine bartering chip for a favor to gain access to a port town to smuggle in supplies from his father. However the prince wasn't alone, although this was to be expected, but had a larger guard force than expected. They were able to capture the prince, but one of group died. This was her first sight of death within the assassins, but it wasn't her last. However these practices, although suited for fighting the perfect warrior of the night wasn't suited for survival, leaving after twenty four years with only her left.
 	To keep themselves alive and to always have a fresh force of assassins the Cult brings in orphans regularly, to train them in their ways. Either raising them from children, like most, or rarely from birth, like she was. However being the last left of her group, in only twenty-four years left a large gap in the older generation of assassins, forcing the cult into drastic measures. They took to a ritual that had been untouched for the past hundred years, "The Eyes of Shadows." A ritual that bestows onto an assassin eyes that see the world in it's true darkness, and a third eye that can see the webs of secrets that lie beneath the fabric of veils of time.
 	She was brought into an isolated chamber of the church they were using, five elders of the church with her, and brought onto an altar within a massive circular room. The Head Priest of the Cult brought himself in, a man having to be within his 90s, or even older, called onto his fellow robed figures, "Today we bask our savior in the blood of the holy so that we may revel in the fruits of our lady's revels." and brought a bowl knife and a bowl into the circle. He started with himself, and cut his hand, dripping his blood into the bowl and passed it along with each of the priests adding in theirs. When it went back to him he walked forward and drew a circle, then a crescent moon within, and then an eye and stood back from the rest. The elders began chanting a verse she had never heard and began to drift away into a sleep.
 	In her sleep she dreamed of nothing, with herself standing in the darkness with nothing around her, almost like her life had been for as long as she could remember, a sea of darkness with no real meaning to herself. She tried running forward, backwards, in all directions, but the darkness would never leave until she heard a woman's voice in the sky. She spoke to her as if she were a mother to her and softly said, "Daughter who has no name, why have you sought me out." and to the question she had no answer. "You seek questions themselves, the great secret of life itself, why..." And to this she heard the screams of the elders around her, banging at her eardrums from all directions as the skies rained with blood. "In the Blood of the unworthy I name thee Nyx, daughter of the skies."
 	And she awoke, to see the walls around her stained in blood and the bodies of the elders thrashed about the room with only the Eldest standing at the doorway. He spoke to her, "The Ritual is complete. The first test of your capabilities will be tomorrow, assassin..." He then left, leaving her in the blood soaked room. She stood, now staring into the mirror beside her in the wall, her eyes and hair turned completely black, and the third eye stained into her skin. She saw the bodies of the priests within the reflection, but as she kept staring she heard their voices once more. Rather than a scream, or a chant, they were each a whisper, each saying, "You have to leave... You have to leave now... You need to leave, mother wants you to leave... She..." She yelled at the voices to stop in the mirror, but they persisted until she smashed her head against the mirror breaking it, leaving the room silent.
 	After cleaning her cuts and blood, she went back to the lonely barracks, designated 12, where she tried to sleep among the empty beds of her fallen comrades. However as she was about to sleep again, the voices came back to her head, now more persistent than ever. However along these voices came a vision of the armor, shield and blade that sat in a case in the main hall of the church. Rather than being made from metal like most of the equipment here, it was made from long forgotten and ignored techniques of sciomancy. The voices told her she must take the blade and be a true apostle, not a fake as this cult had wanted her to be, not a faceless assassin in a sea of darkness, but a answer among questions. That night she escaped with the armor in hand to find her true meaning, to find her true questions, and to truly find what it is to be a true seeker of the night.
 
 
 Family: She never knew her parent's. They were either killed or orphaned her to be found by the church, either way she never asked, nor cared. She never even knew her real name, having none until she was given one by Elice.