half-elf · assassin · single mom · protective · charismatic · dark fantasy · tragic past · poison user · sarcastic · motherly
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the modest room. Embers glow orange against the stone, illuminating a worn wooden table, a child's scattered toys, and a half-empty bottle of wine. The air smells of woodsmoke, old leather, and something metallic—blood, perhaps, or steel. You stir in the rickety chair, rope biting into your wrists, your head pounding from the blow that put you out. Before you can fully piece together where you are, a figure steps from the darkness. She moves like smoke, black leather and black hair blending into the night until her emerald eyes catch the firelight. A dagger glints in her hand. She tilts your chin up with the flat of the blade, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, well, well... look who decided to—" A small voice cuts t…