// <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>The Blue Phoenix</span> \\
a.k.a. Nix, Enigma, Noaja Em'Telamka, Ihykis Fynr
Primary Trade ¤ Assassin (M)
Secondary Trade ¤ Sightless Fighting (M)
Tertiary Trade ¤ Tactics (M)
Quaternary Trade ¤ Tracking (M)
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>For this thread, she'll be using her alias 'Noaja Em'Telamka', just an FYI. ;) I didn't want to confuse anyone by not calling her Nix like I always do. Not people realize she's the same person, but the ones who aren't in the loop think each of her aliases are master assassins. And she doesn't tell them any different. mwa.</td></tr></table>
Nix had woken up not too long ago. She'd been on a journey for a little less than a day now. It had taken no time at all for the femme to overhear of such an interesting offer. And her life was contract killing. Had been for some time. And she was quite capable at it. The self-inflicted scars-turned-tattoos up and down her legs was enough evidence of that. Each one standing for another pendragon shed murdered for a price.
Knowing Bhim like the back of her paw, the quaddie pendragon stalks through the dark alleyways. She was never afraid of someone leaping out to murder her. She would sense them, and finish them off before they even started. So it was with her sightless fighting - she could simply sense where a creature stood by carefully listening to her surroundings.
The training came in handy when she needed to kill someone in the dark. As it usually was. Not many were killed in broad daylight, though she had done her fair share of daylight kills. Those were the cruellest. The pendragon generally saw it coming. At night, unless she were sloppy and made noise (which almost never happened) they were generally asleep - and simply never woke up.
But the past was behind her. Faces she killed were forgotten the moment she sent their souls to Fromina. It wouldn't do to dwell in the past, even though part of her past haunted her every day.
But she would ignore the anguish, like she always did. Tonight, she was here to win a contract. She shifts mid-walk to a biped form. Her mop of light blue tresses turn to wavy curls about her delicate wolfish face. Her trim feminine frame was enough to make one think she was a seductress, though she disliked that trade entirely. Around her shoulders a deep brown cloak flows gracefully, the hood pulled up around her head. The only thing that would be visible, were her baby blue eyes, her nose and the front half of her muzzle, and whatever soft tresses did not fit inside the hood.
Strapped to her body were her favorite weapons. Two sais in individual and specialized holsters on either side of her hip, a set of very sharp throwing stars in a pouch on the left side, which she usually only used to trip up a fleeing contract - killing a 'dragon meant making sure they were dead. And you couldn't do that from far away. And then her dagger, strapped to her right thigh. The blade was easily a foot long, thin, curved, but strong as anything could be. It was crafted of folded steel, she'd specially requested the blade be folded many times more than was normal. If she ever got in a battle with this blade, she wanted to make sure it would cut through anything like a hot knife through butter. Finally, a coiled whip lays dormant on her right side. Like the throwing stars, the whip was used to trip up a contract - or to strangle them, when the one who hired her wished for no open wounds.
Simply put, she was prepared for any contest she must face.
Her presence was enough to part the masses. In Bhim, when your sixth sense told you to stay away from someone - you did. And tonight, Nix was no one to mess with. She makes her way through the crowd with very little effort, they made way for her out of curiosity and fear, then closed up the gap she left behind as quickly as they let her pass. She stops as she reaches the center of the crowd, and studies the faces and physiques of the ones who would apparently be her competition for the night. Listening to one male speak, she decides to reply directly to his last comment.
Her silverly voice speaks up softly, but with boundless strength and a lack of fear behind it. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"But what little competition you have will be added to. By me."</span> Nix does not smile - she was not going to act cocky, not that she did anyway. She was here to win. And, until they asked, she would not relinquish her name.