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Enter in the masquerade
And let your senses be betrayed
Let it swell from deep inside
And give in to your darker side
In this place where lies are sold,
There is more truth than you can hold.
So let it take you, spin and dance,
Give your thoughts away to chance.
Let it soak into your skin,
Let it pull you, take you in.
Like a lover's sweet caress,
There one moment, gone the next.

Identity. The very essence of existence, a way in which one is perceived or defined. Such an attribute can be easily subjected to false pretenses; contorted to define oneself in any shape they so wish. Masquerade, a charade presented to fool another’s impression, interpretation misguided. The perfect duo. Consisting of two entirely different fighting styles, they complement each other perfectly. Members of the prestige “Assassin’s League”, the two take on multiple assignments from the Ravenholdt Manor itself. Jack and Jill of many trades, if the price is high enough, they hold no shame in doing whatever it takes to ensure the completion of such a position. Though they are soaring through the assassin ranks at an unimaginable pace, little is known about the pair besides mere nicknames given. The Jester, her beauty and riddles enough to grasp the attention of the strongest resolves, luring them to a pending doom. Lurking nearby is The Shade, a skilled shadow dancer with speed and agility allowing little time for response. A deadly trap. As they continuously gain recognition for accuracy, it is their odd presence and sense of routine that molded them into Masquerade. An ability to adapt to any scenario and play any part needed to finish a task, it is hard to indeed know just who the faces behind Masquerade really are.

Physical Appearance

This sin'dorei stands smaller than most, petite form was graceful and agile, muscles lean but well built for her profession. A wild mane of curly blond tresses, that doesn't quite reach her shoulders, frames a round face. The next feature that was prominent were large almond shaped eyes, swirling fel energies with a back splash of crimson. As a person's gaze moved downward a small upturned nose was next, full pouty lips last. Easily pretty by most standards, though she'd never admit to being anything more than normal.

Pale visage complemented the fair blond locks, the creamy porcelain skin the perfect accent to many colors though she opted for black and white most of the time. Unpractical for her profession but her favorite colors nonetheless. Deeply black pants were accented with soft, well worn leather boots and belt, a white half shirt the paired top. Shirt was delicately low cut, a thick black ribbon its front tie. A curious black lace choker was around her neck, a small bell attached. A rather odd trinket for one who dances among the shadows.

Almost always her full lips are curled into a smirk or half smile, as almost always, she was in trouble. With the law, or a simple citizen, her actions were landing her in some form of confrontation. Whether she meant them too or was simply trying to make a new friend would always be questionable.

While not normally shown on her person the little rogue has a plethora of throwing knives, which she was -very- proficient with. More than enough to lose a few and not bother replacing them, her fight style was unique to her classification of Rogue, in that during battle she was not typically within close combat. In fact her fighting was normally just a distraction to the main event. Her mouth was enough to gain the attention of most attackers, and her knives enough to enrage them… should one ever end up in a battle of more than words with the little woman; it'd be wise to keep your back against a wall.

Basic Character Profile

Character's Full Name

Maytag An'Ethon

Faction

Horde

Race

Blood Elf

Class

Rogue

Website

http://www.theshadowmasquerade.webs.com/

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