Name: Ophelia (known as the dark princess in shadier circles)
Height: five foot six inches
Weight: one hundred and forty pounds.
Physical description: Dark brown hair that she keeps cut short. Grey eyes. Scars on her left cheek, through her lip and across her collar bone. Her skin is pale with a smattering of freckles across her nose.
History: After losing her family at a young age, she was brought up on a farm in Shim, and seeking revenge, Ophelia fell in with the wrong crowd and joined a group of assassins, earning herself the name the dark princess for her skill at murder while wearing a dress. Shortly after her eighteenth birthday she was sent to kill a mother, when she found herself unable to do it, she was forced to flee and adopt a new persona. She currently works as a bard in a tavern, and hopes that things will stay quiet for the time being.
Personality: Ophelia is a determined young lady, stubborn to the point of being a nuisance, but she does it with good intentions. She is slow to anger but terrifying when it occurs. She would much rather spend her evenings out in the woods under the stars than in a tavern, but a girls got to eat. While she does tend to get bored with her work, she enjoys the thrill of performing, even if she does get stage fright on occasion. While she is confident in her abilities, she is often fraught with worry about her past catching up with her eventually.
Items: Ophelia doesn’t own many things, she rarely has anywhere to put anything but a few items of clothing. The only things that she still has from her past are a small vial of poison, her bow and half empty quiver and the dagger that she sleeps with underneath her pillow.
Strengths: She has learnt many fighting techniques but tends to stick to using her bow, of which she can hit a moving target from a distance, and her use of her dagger. Her training as an assassin means that she is fantastic at being stealthy and remaining out of the sight of people around her.
Weaknesses: Ophelia holds grudges, is a strong believer in ‘revenge is a dish best served cold’ and is petrified of deep water (caused by nearly drowning as a child) despite being able to swim.