Lavelle

Past

Lavelle came from a rough background. Rougher than most. Her father was blind, but not exactly- he held some unique ability to see the spirits and energies of the world. Sometimes he could see the future too, if he focused. Her mother, though, was insane. The lands of the plague and constant sickness mettled with her mind to a point where she killed her own hatchlings- “sending them to the Plaguemother” she would say, “I am only serving the mother.” Her father protected her from the insanity of her mother, and sent her to the clan’s friend- where she fell under the protection of Cynder, the founder of Belka’s Wings.

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Now, Lavelle happily sits in her ‘throne’ where she proceeds over the Night Raven Guild. She became a notorious assassin, many awe’d in her ability to effectively use her preferred weapon of choice- bow. Her aim is deadly and straightforward, she’s only ever missed twice in her life. The first was on accident, the second was to procure a false sense of protection. She brews her own potions in her downtime, talking to her familiar which she can only see- a spirit that followed her from the ruins in the Light Territory. She found bones while scavenging the plaguelands for supplies, and procured a makeshift body for the thing. She has single handedly established relations with the sea-farring Wildclaws; Duna and Chocobo- after aiding them in plundering a passing ship. These days when she is not procuring assassination contracts, theivery requests, pirating deals or conducting beastclan sabotage; she is with the tight knit group that makes up the Night Raven Guild.