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- be so hard -

I tried to be so fucking hard

Created on 2006-02-12 08:32:21 (#9493762), last updated 2006-10-08

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Name:	Shasta

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[.d.e.c.e.a.s.e.d. oct . 7 . 624 . ]

"Just like old Kyle used to say. "When you do something stupid and get lucky, doesn't make it less stupid." Then old Kyle got himself stabbed. Guess he was stupider than me."

BASICS;;

Name: Shasta
Class: Thief Fighter [prepromoted]
Age: 18 deceased
Country: Kanemoria
Family: ???
Languages: Trade [fluent], Dentorian [fluent], High Dentoria [decent] Atsiria [poorly, speak only]
Mount Name: n/a
Weapon Proficiencies: Dagger, Sword, Unarmed
Birthdate: January 24, 606 AR [aquarius]
Blood Type: AB

HISTORY;;

Born to an unknown and a no-one-knew, in a gutter or whorehouse or alleyway, weaned on corruption, grit, and laughter, Shasta is a true daughter of Kanemoria. Growing up in the shady districts of Norey, no parents, no siblings, no real friends, Shasta learned to fend for herself, drifting from group to group, learning to fight, steal, and keep herself alive.

Early on in her years, still mostly a child, Shasta was betrayed and left for dead, but was resuced by a man named Kyle, who, for reasons of his own, took her in and taught her the ways of the streets. They opened up to one another, until they were near father and daughter. That was when Kyle confided in her that he was a Messenger of Darkness.

She slit his throat and fled that night, and was never the same.

She moved on to the smaller crime rings, who contrived robberies of smaller venues, and escalated the ladder until she was working with the big shots, who dealt in kidnappings, fraud, cons, high scale robberies, minor treasons, assassinations, whatever paid. The last and most recent she joined was one of the toughest and yet most obscure groups in the country, nameless, with only half-loyalties, near impossible to trace, near impossible to afford, near impossible to defeat.

It was with them that she was appointed to guard the recently kidnapped Lucas of Norey, the son of the powerful Councilor Rickon. She was never told his identidy, just that he was important that he not escape, and that he was planned to be ransomed. What started as a simple assignment quickly became more when Lucas and Shasta began talking, only knowing one another as L and S. She found herself drawn to him, and this connection only grew as they talked. Shasta found herself slowly falling for her charge, to her horror, and he seemed to be returning the feelings. There soon came a time when Shasta could not deny her feelings.

When he confessed to her he was a Messenger, Shasta was determined not to commit the same sin twice. She fought with herself for weeks, and managed to keep from killing him, despite him being in chains, at her mercy. And then, no longer able to take it, she engineered an escape for him, despite not wanting to see him leave and the risk to her career.

However, something went wrong in L's escape. He was greatly injured in his flight, and ended up in Colndor. Shasta monitored him for years, believing his amnesia to be an act, but uncomfortably unsure why he wasn't going back to Norey. As the rest of the gang started to put together the pieces of where he was, Shasta began to contact him, warning him to change his position.

He didn't do so fast enough. Shasta soon found herself L's warden again ... only now, all he could remember was her name -- or rather, her initial. None of what they have previously shared was with him. Shasta struggled to come to terms with what this meant for her still very present love for him.

Before much time passed again, Shasta once again risked her reputation and career to allow L to escape again, but before he did so, finally received his name: Lucas.

She spent months trying to discover Lucas' identidy from her employers, while keeping contact with him over the journals and never revealing their past together until Lucas was returning to Norey, when she finally began to suspect who he was and couldn't hold it in anymore. Days later, Lucas met with his father, and all his memories -- including everything he and Shasta had ever told one another -- flooded back.

Lucas and Shasta began seeing one another in secret, well aware of what it could cost them. He helped her stay afloat after the destruction of Norey, and she feared more and more that she would do to him what she did to Kyle. One night, she told him about Kyle, and made a peace with him, telling him she didn't want to kill him, and suggesting he end it so she wouldn't have to, well aware of what she was asking.

When she fell asleep, he snapped her neck.

PERSONALITY;;

Shasta came across as friendly, laid back, casual, with a dark sense of humour. She believed that what will be, will be, you take it all with a shake of the head, a chuckle, and a set jaw. What never hits you can never bruise you, and if you stumble everytime you take a hit, well, you don't get up too often on the streets.

Despite her tough exteriour and big girl talk, Shasta was really very introverted and reflective, dwelling unhealthily on the past, the present, the future, and her plethora of worries about all of it. She preferred being alone and thinking to being among others and having fun, though she doesn't like this to be known, and doesn't encourage it in herself. A lone animal dies while a pack survives, after all, and if she wanted to be accepted by a pack, she had to prove that she wasn't faint of heart or weak.

Close, personal, one on one connections were things that she valued greatly.

While definitely a dreamer, Shasta was ultimately extremely realistic, down to earth, and accepted that her dreams had no place in reality.

APPEARANCE;;

Shasta had dark purple hair that fell to the base of her shoulder-blades, and blue eyes. Her build seemed small and slender at first, but a closer glance revealed tough muscels in her arms and legs.

SORTED