Hallibelle
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Player: Speebleboppa
Character Full Name: Hallibelle Krane
Character In-Game Name: Hallibelle
Nickname(s): Krane, Hal.
Association(s): Sin'Sholai
Race: Forsaken (Formerly Human)
Class: Rogue
Age: 26 before death.
Sex: Female
Hair: a dirty straw blonde, Long and curly.
Eyes: Dull glowing yellow. (Formerly blue)
Weight: 47kg
Height: 5'4"
Other: A shallow vertical scar begins above her right eye, and extends halfway down her cheek, And the joints where her flesh has rotten away to expose her bones (namely her elbows and knees) are bound closely and tightly with bandages. Her skeletal fingers and toes are typically left exposed, for intimidation and combat purposes.
Alignment: True Neutral
Appearance
In most cases, Hallibelle wears an amalgam of close fitting Leather armor, and light cloth, and often wears something to, at least partially, hide her face, be it a hooded cloak or a mask, or a scarf.
Personality
A true blade-for-hire by title and by personality. Cold, ruthless, and governed by very few morals. No job is too small, Too cruel, nor too big for the right price. To sum her her personality up in a few words, would be Taciturn, tactless, and to the point. She seems to have developed natural cunning and perception accordingly to survive in such a cutthroat manner, and, in what is generally considered an a creepy or annoying way, Hallibelle tends to hide her presence until deciding to be vocal, when approaching friends and foes alike.
She is a competent fighter when pushed into direct combat, prefering to use her agility to dodge attacks, analyse for weaknesses, and exploit them, Rarely making the first move, unless the person in question is completely oblivious to her.
In the event that she does speak about anything other than her work, She can best be described as broody, and Sour under most circumstances.
As forementioned, She does have a few morals, She will not physically harm, or kill a child, And for someone of her trade, is rather loyal, following her work through to the end, despite any inconveniences, and has a track record of never screwing over an employer. It takes a lot to be able to penetrate her cold indifferent exterior and understand the tormented soul beneath.
History
Once a simple girl, born into a simple family of gypsies, Hallibelle's hand was unfortunately often forced to end up on the wrong side of the law, even at such a young age. It was a far from ideal life, where her father would do what he could, and, at the same time, teach her to spot targets and pick pockets. It was also an unfortunate irony that her mother, a herbalist and florist succumbed to illness when she was seventeen. She had never scrambled for coin purses so much in her life as she did in an attempt to muster enough to buy medicine for her mother, and her father was just as frantic as she was.
Unfortunately, such reckless and hurried thievery would soon land her in trouble with the Stormwind guards. When brought along to the guard captain's quarters, they were startled, and amazed to find she had stolen at least another eleven wallets within the space of only a few hours. Being the perpetrator of a mini crime wave on her own, She was given an unlikely ultimatum in the form of a letter from Stormwind's SI:7. It was simple enough. Undergo training in order to become an agent, or face several long years in the stockades.
A number of years passed while her training was ongoing, and she was given minor assignments, rising to larger, and more dangerous ones. And the more dangerous, the more rewarding. Though her mother had unfortunately passed away in only weeks since her choice was made, She had been able to finally make an 'Honest' living. And when she had met a particularly charming Magus, her father was more than happy to give him his daughter's hand in marriage.
When sent away to investigate claims of necromancy arising within the lands of Lordaeron, She was caught, and never returned home, Leaving her husband, and their two daughters behind.
When she awoke, cold and alone in a crypt in Deathknell, Her first thought was that of her loved ones. And then, the monster that she had become. She was terrified, and disgusted. Her little darlings and her beloved would never see their mother in her anymore should she appear before them, If they still lived. From then on She disciplined herself to cast out any such feelings for them in her self-loathing, and hardened herself into the stone cold killer she is today.
Without purpose, Or real need for the money she owns, She simply drifts from job to job, doing whatever pays, and 'Living' from one day to the next.
