Simone {WIP}

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Simone Simone Witherfang Sinclaire Date Of Birth: Confused On How This Works... Mixed Blood • Female • 5 ' 4 • 145 lbs • 19 Simone had inherited many traits from both of her parents. From her mother she gained her slender petite form. Everything about her was dainty, all the way from her fingers to her toes. The only thing that potentially long was her torso that was well sculpted with hard muscles. The Vantha were not the strongest of people, but they were agile and dexterous. Because of her father being human she was able to build more muscle than the average women within her tribe. The beauty her mother had had transferred along through Simone as well. Her almond shaped eyes were always soft and yielding. The innocence she held in her stare drew many strangers in completely captivated within that cerulean gaze. It was all in vain, because beyond that innocence was burning desire for revenge against the man that destroyed her life. Her looks were her weapon the pushed her towards her goal. The way her dark ebony locks sparkled in the moonlight with silver high lights just dusting a few strands. Even her eyelashes were tipped silver enhancing the color of her eyes. Her bow shaped lips were always painted red drawing people to the luxurious smile she displayed to mask the hidden emotions. Truth be told Simone's appearance is a giant contradiction. She may seem fragile and petite, but under the soft caramelized flesh is hard muscle. Her eyes may seem confident, full of life, but the confidence is the determination she has to complete her goals. Simone designed herself to be the perfect killer; the perfect weapon. Simone is someone who very much enjoys customs and dressing up. For her line of work she'd have to. Though, she really didn't need to use her job for an excuse. At her home in Avanthal she often wears as much as she can to stay warm. Most often times consisting of fur lined boots, assortments of different colored sweaters and blue jeans. When she gets leads on her assignments or gets hired for new ones Simone will wear things corresponding to the things she needs. It could be a stealth mission, a mission where she must enchant and seduce her mark, or it could just be for blending in. To honor her father she often wears kimonos for their bright colors. On days when she goes into the city of she will wear clothes that flatter her shapely physique. Example Example Example Example Example

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It's hard being without you my love. The soldiers are growing restless. Every battle means a few more friends lost. I miss you both so much. I'll return to you someday soon. Send the young pup my love. -Jeremiah Through all the years the letters on the wrinkled parchment had faded. No matter how hard Simone peered she could hardly make out the letters. This was the last letter her father sent before returning from war. During this time life was happy. Only a child Simone had no worries. She sang, she danced, she performed all the stories she wrote from her dreams. When her father was away at war she was brought up by her mother. She was taught how to be a proper young woman and a performer like her mother. On the days of her fathers arrival from his duties as a soldier he would teach Simone of his heritage. Then behind the mothers watchful eye he taught his daughter the means to defend herself. Knowing her skills in dance, he used that skill to incorporate it into the swordplay. Little did he know that those teachings and her own diligence would make her an expert assassin. It was her childhood the pushed her to this profession. Her father's murder drove her ignore her mother's pleas and look for her revenge. In the line of work she chose she learned many skills in the art of the assassin. It provided her with the ability to get knowledge of her father's killer and seek him out. Until that man is dead Simone will not rest. It was the death of her father that made her who she is today. The child she was didn't die, but it was submerged within the painful reminder of that day. Simone is very passionate. The things she loves mattered more than the world to her. She lives with her whole heart. Even though she is a cold killer, it doesn't stop her from enjoying the little things in life. In her winter home she spends time with her family, a house filled with over fifteen people in an assortment of strangers mingling with the rest of her family. She'd do anything to protect them. The family life was upbeat and always a constant celebrations. There were dinner tables were a stage when the food had been consumed. High spirited songs rang through the halls as the women and the men climbed onto the table tops and danced in a way to honor their family, their house, and their gods. The best way to really define Simone would to be that when she comes to care for something she is kind, gentle and nurturing. She will want to smile and laugh with those people and create a warm foundation for them to all live on. She'd want to make them part of a family. However, if there are those who stand in the way of her goal or move to harm anyone she loves she will be relentless. No matter how free-spirited she may be. There is one thing that Simone lives by, and that is, "No matter what the circumstance; never give, never give in, and never surrender. The show must go on!" Life isn't just about revenge. It isn't even about finding her suitor, performing with her family, or simply trying to find her way. The little things equally hold factor to a healthy living. Everyday life is about finding what you enjoy. Through her life Simone has found many pleasures and many pains. She has a love for her stories. It is the greatest pleasure to pain the pictures, dance the stories, and perform what is going on in her characters hearts as she writes. She will enter bigger cities and bring her best work to perform along the streets. Utilizing what her mother and father taught her she makes every show a bang. It's not just performing. She enjoys meeting people and socializing. Though she won't admit it, among those people she wishes to find her suitor. She know it worries her family, and that's the least what she wants to do. Simone also knows her incapability. Since her father's murder she has been afraid to grow attach to anyone like her father again. He was the only man in her life. He raised her. Taught her everything she knows. To lose a male figure like that, a husband for a matter of fact, would kill her entire being. With her line of work she can't allow that. She hates that more about herself and other people the most. She hates the fear she has to grow attached. She hates fear in anyone. In her tribe fear was out of the question. It was live first and die later. Life was too short to be afraid. You needed to embrace the world and all it's beauty before you departed. It was that fear in herself that held her back from so much more than love. It limited her job. When she thought about her target not deserving their death. She would hold back and look in their eyes. It was the worse thing she could do. It caused her heart to wrench before she squeezed her eyes shot and screamed to cover the noise of their own as she killed them. Being an assassin wasn't pretty, but she couldn't be picky. It was the only way to find him.

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