Name - Kait
Age - 18
Height - 5'7
Weight - 125lbs
Race - Demon/vampire
Wings - Crimson
Language - Shkoder, German, English, some french, drow, and others.
She was born by a Deamonic father, and a vampiric mother, an odd child she truely was, trained in many martial arts she became an assassin... the most deadly one ever created. Outdoing all the others in her training only 2 of the ten that trained still live, one was her and the other Jess a human boy. She carries short throwing daggers, one on each of her wrists in specialized sheaths, one upon each shoulder, and hidden inside her boots each are two as well... many others are distributed all over her body. Her most beloved daggers are the ones she carries in her wrist sheaths, they are short bladed throwing daggers, their blades are black and enspelled, poisonous to anyones touch... anyones but her own....
Her body is lithe and small, she is well muscled, wearing tight clothing, for it is what she moves in best. There are strings circeling her arms, they have simbolic meaning... a binding they are. Upon her left shoulder she wears an odd piece of shoulder armor, black metal patch with short spikes (1" in length each... there are five). Upon her back flutter a pair of small crimson wings... but do not underestimate them... they can carry her weight easily, and that of another along with her. She wears black leather boots, but when she walks it is as if someone had turned off the volume, no sound may be heard... all of her movements are precise and deadly... she never seems to be in anyones way, or anyone in hers. Her hair is always done up in a loose ponytail, some strands softly floating into her face, she might be mistaken as a young child, but truely she is 18 years of age. She only reaches the hight of 5'7, which helps with her job. She is a loyal blade of Jiir (The goddess of war, especiallyof assassins), once having worked for the army... maybe she still does, an assassin after all may leave the army, but the army never leaves him.
Her eyes are of a light red, she has a piercing stare, that may not just pause at your own flesh, but burry itself much deeper, looking into your own soul.