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Aliel Fleur Blanc
Main Information;; The Known
xx Nicknames
Ali, Alleycat, Red, Mad Drunk (by those who usually get punched in the face) xx Age / Birthday
20 years in Late Winter xx Gender
Female xx Kingdom / Providence
Diamond Kingdom xx Occupation
Assassin xx Society / Group
Order of Assassins xx Rank/Class
One of the Order of Assassins xx Weapons
Now usually an assassin would have a quiet weapon like a dagger or bow. Not Ali, the sneak and slip just doesn't work in up close confrontations (though not getting caught would be wonderful too). The girl just has to have a bang in her life, explains her crazy methods of weapon creation. Being an inventor her weapon is made from her own craft. A gun, early of style but still much more stylish than some pathetic little bow. A steel barrel, with a wooden handle; the contraption itself looks quite simple. Well it would if the flick which lighted the gunpowder and the barrel weren't decorated with multitudes of fine vine-like decorations. Then there's her classical (unfavored) assassin's knife. The hidden blade that hides in her sleeve despite being a signature weapon. Even when she runs out of gunpowder or pellets, the girl carries hidden stashes of explosives all over her clothes. They go from paper bombs to sticks of dynamite and are always her most favorite of weapons, hands down.
xx Magic
Magic? MAGIC? The only magic this lady has is the ability to create an awesome amount of Boom! The Mirror Room
xx Face Claim
Franco Il Nero from Zoku Satsuriku no Django xx Appearance
Standing at a decent 5'4" Aliel is a very proportional lady. Being a descendant of the Desert Providence, Ali has dark tanned skin and silver-white hair. Her eyes are an odd mix of gold and green, making her eyes look more like some confusion between a raw emerald and an odd piece of seaweed that's been all dried up. Thanks to her bust she's a little top heavy, making melee combat more of a hassle than she'd admit. She does have strong legs for a good amount of agility and acrobatics. She has a lovely face nevertheless. But its her hands that catch the attention, small and lithe; perfect for fine detailing on ever so sensitive metals, putting a spring within a new contraption, or adding that little special something to quick demolish. Unlike other kin of the shadows, Aliel wears the most stand-out of clothing. A deep red long coat filled with hidden pockets and sleeves cover over a orange trimmed, black vest. Black pants that are so black anymore thanks to sun damage cover her legs with a single thick belt around her waist. A chain acts as a holster hidden beneath her coat's length. Thick rubber boot like those you'd find on boats cover her calves and feet. To finish it off a favorite red hat sits atop her, giving a much more pirate-like appearance than an assassin.
If she's not wearing that particular outfit than she's probably naked. She hates any other clothes than hers. At worst she'll wear only a shirt but there's no way she'll wear some random trousers unless they've been very thoroughly washed. VERY.
Open and Public
xx Personality
Work mode - Sober modeIf Ali isn't drinking than that probably means she's stuck in some random castle with no access to any booze getting ready to pop a pellet in someone's back. That or she's been denied for the sake of something or other, in that case she's usually very, very grumpy. And by grumpy that means that she's hotheaded. A hothead with a gun. And some bombs. Is there a wonder why the building that used to be there is no longer there? Well, she can keep her temper for the most part unless someone deliberately tries to piss her off, then she really is like a pirate. Beat, shoot, and pillage - her favorite words to use on her 'enemies'. If she's not trying to kill you then she's being a plain old jerk. Everything she says is either sarcastic or just plain grouchy. In this mode she is much more focused, that's a fact. Thankfully that means that's she's less likely to put a pellet in the wrong guy's head or 'accidentally' set of a sky high explosion of someone's home. Her motto for this is 'Sober time is unhappy time, this takes too long.'
Drunk mode - Happy mode
This is how Ali is whenever she's either too far from her mark, waiting, or on free time. The girl just loves to drink. To her its like water, after a long time of drinking this stuff Ali has gained one serious toleration for it. It wouldn't be surprising if she could drink out a tavern's worth. But when she's like this she's loud, happy, and best of all (for the guys) totally shameless. A rowdy sort, this is the funnest time of her life basically. Its also her most destructive time thanks to her sudden boosts of inspiration. But the most important part about this state is that even though sometimes she can't tell up from down, Ali will never tell a secret. No she'd just try to kiss the person and act like she's totally hammered (if she isn't already). Of course, happy hour doesn't mean she has to be dead for the rest of the day. It merely means that she gets to keep her bottle for a while till she has to give chase. Other than that, not even in sober mode; the girl has no sense of fairness. If someone threatens to stab her or a hostage or whomever, she will shoot them. Even after they surrender, they'll still be dead.
The Secret Side of Me
xx Greatest Secret
Bombs aren't the only thing she has had interest for, poisons were taught to her at a very young age. She doesn't use them in the least, far too dull. xx Greatest Fear
Simply put, to forever be sober. Yes, terrifying. And yes this really is her greatest fear. xx Greatest Desire
To have an armada of pirates at her whim like some sea queen. No seriously. These really aren't lies. Out of This World
xx Pokemon
This is His-story
xx History
Like her appearance would suggest, Aliel is the descendant of the Desert Providence but other than that, she has no relation to them what-so-ever. Like every child, Ali had a mother and father; the only difference is that she never knew her father. Why? Well bandits saw to that quickly enough when he was helping a traveling group for a nicely sized bag of coin. Being a poor family tended to make them greedy enough to see dangers. In the end, Aliel was born, what; two months after her fathers death. Very tragic. Her mother thought so, acted more on her grief than anything. Nearly killing her own child thanks to her everlasting depression, only to be saved by the woman's sister. A farmlady in the most desolate of the countryside. Living in the snow doesn't help the growth of plants but still the woman came to her sisters aid, much to baby Ali's relief. She grew as most live children would, helping her aunt and the village they resided in. But little did the outside world know is that her aunt, the mother's sister; was a dabbler of darker arts. Purely a hobby she would say, well hobbies don't tend to produce concoctions that could stop a man's heartbeat in five minutes. Little did the girl know at her tender age, more like she never asked; but the whole village had one big secret. A secret that she never learned. But still she was of their kind despite her ignorance and so they taught her the ways to mix chemical and medicinal concoctions. Nasty tastes and smells easily overcome by a blossom or two they would tell her. Pretty like a butterfree yet deadly like the weedle.
When the girl hit the age to go to the egg cave, they had made her swear to keep their secrets a secret. Of course she agreed and off she went without a hint of the word to ever escape her lips.
The girl had gotten her baby on the first run, very deep into the cave; but on the first run no doubt. A fun little bugger undoubtedly. Satisfied, she left with her aunt (as it was her aunt who had brought her). But when they got back to the village, it was empty. Not a soul in sight and for good reason. The snow which usually settled on their village was dyed crimson red and in the very center was the source of all the problems. A large band of bandits that had desecrated their home, now feasted on their profits. Not a single person survived: man, woman, child, nor elder. Whether that made the woman snap or just drive her into a suicidal sadness, she sent her niece off into the wilderness. 'Run, run as far as you can and don't stop. Get to the city and hide in the shadows, accept nothing from strangers y'hear.' Her aunt had told her.
It took quite a bit of encouragement for the child to leave the only person of her family left. For how long she ran, the girl didn't know. The only reason why she ever stopped was not because she hit the city but rather a lone stranger. He was dressed much nicer than the bandits but smart for the weather. Terrified had actually tried to stab the fellow with a sharp branch she found. Turns out that he was a trained assassin who could easily deter the girl's amateur moves but not before she could swipe something from him. A heavy bag filled with gunpowder. Unknowingly the girl only threw the useless dust at him until he finally caught her, the metal on her belt created a spark against one of the man's own trinkets. Now what happens when a spark hits gunpowder? Well she certainly learned. A large boom sent the two flying.
Somehow or another they remained in tact. Mostly. The man was missing near all his coat and Ali her own clothing. Burns scarred them both but nothing that couldn't heal. Irritated he knocked her out and dragged her with him. Why he didn't just kill her, Ali would never know. Before the girl even awoke she had somehow garnered some attention from the group he had brought her too. She could only guess that he knew what had happened and with some very good fortune, Ali was allowed to stay with them which they confirmed when she awoke. Soon enough the girl began to stalk the guy she had earlier blown up, learning his tricks rather than sticking closer to the more friendly ones. It was from him she learned blacksmithing; even better - how her own mind could fit pieces together like a puzzle. He was also the one to teach her that booze were the best thing in the entire world. Especially when one has lost everything they had ever known before then.
xx OOC Name
Inari xx Other Characters
Machina Amedeus Bio form by ♠spade♠
They could also be really good assassin partners. xD