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Post by ysoria on Jan 22, 2011 23:14:02 GMT -5
 Ysoria, dressed all in black clothes and under the disguise of the assassin known as Deloys Fergant, was stealthily slipping through the home of the noble known as Edmund Touper, as her client had informed her. He wanted the man dead, and he had hired her to get that job done. Like natural, she had complied, had taken the upfront gold with the promise of more when the job was complete. Like she needed the gold, she told herself. But still, this was what she enjoyed doing most. Another reason as to why she was slipping through the halls of the noble's home, because the thrill of the possibility of getting caught was absolutely... exciting, as she would explain it. Who knew when someone might turn around the corner, oblivious, and spot her. Still, they would quickly find a dagger sticking out of their closest vital area. Couldn't chance them living and informing their master of her arrival, now could they?
Unluckily, however, no such event had the chance to occur. She was able to slip right under the nose of every guard in the place. How positively boring. She wouldn't have minded some stupidly unexpecting man to come around a corner to look into the face of their demise. Or, at least, her eyes. To hide her identity, as she didn't want no one to know who she was, she wore a black face cloth to match her outfit, sucessfully hiding the lower half of her face. A person had less of a chance to recognize her if they had less of a face to look at. And that way, in the future if they met person to person for some reason, they wouldn't be able to pin her out, and she could act "normal" as people would believe. In reality, this was her version of normal.
Eventually, she was able to make her way to where she figured out to be this Edmund's room. She would kill the guard at the door, slip into the room, and easily kill the noble that was probably fast asleep in his bed. What she didn't expect was that there would be another assassin in this room. And ahead of her, nonetheless! With the gracefulness of a slinking cat, Ysoria stuck to the shadows closest to the wall, and slipped right up to the guard's side. Pulling down her mask just enough to show her face, she tapped his shoulder, upon which the guard turned to face the smiling assassin with surprise, which increased when he felt the dagger slip into the side of his next, slicing his throat. He was wearing light armor, so the quickest way to take him out would be killing him this way. Laying him onto the ground gently -- not because she cared for him, but because she didn't want to awake the man inside the room or alert others --, she pulled up her mask, opened the door and walked right in -- to see the other man already there!
"And who the hell are you?" she said quietly enough for him to hear, but so the noble didn't wake up.
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Post by ysoria on Nov 2, 2010 23:04:19 GMT -5
 Ysoria de Rysme, a noble of Camelot, entered the waking city beside her father. They entered on horses, walking them at a fair pace to enjoy the city. Her father had been here a few times as visits, but for Ysoria, it had been many years since the young woman visited the lovely city and the Royal Family. And now both were here to stay, or so they hoped.
She couldn't hide her slight grin as eyes turned towards her. The light of the sun made the young woman's white gown -- a hood drooped lightly over her head -- seemingly glow along with her blond hair. She wore a grin, or more of a soft smile, as she rode upon the white mare Nothing could have been more unobvious than her identity -- or at least, her secret identity.
Sure, she was happy to be in Camelot once more, but now sneaking out unnoticed would become harder for her. Many nights she took on a secret identity, that of an assassin by the name of Deloys Fergant. No one could know the truth. She hadn't eve been allowed to touch a weapon, but she had, and was quite good with them if she could say so herself!
She had killed her mother and older brother, and then set it up so that it was believed that she and they had been attacked by bandits. This was nearly five years ago, when she was only but sixteen years old. The story never proved to fail. Winking childishly at her father -- it seemed innocent, but really she was mocking him for never figuring it out -- she looked upon the castle when they made it to the courtyard, trailed only by a few soldiers that had escorted the noble family to the city.
She hoped that someone would come to meet them, as she wasn't sure what they would do otherwise. Walk into the castle? Leave? They hadn't been there in a long while -- even her father who visited every now and then hadn't been here since his wife's death! -- and even though they had sent word ahead, what if the messenger hadn't got here in time? Or had been killed?
Maybe that Prince Arthur would come meet them? She didn't mind seeing how much of a cutie he had become. The last time she had see him was when he -- they -- were both younger, her fourteen years old, a whole seven years ago! How long that seemed! And the w hole of Camelot and beyond spoke of his skills in battle and many girls and women spoke in awe of him!
Yes, she wouldn't mind him coming.
Place: Camelot Castle -- as of now the outer courtyard
Time: Sometime before Noon
Timeline: During Season Two
Tagged: Arthur Pendragon
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Post by ysoria on Oct 17, 2010 0:04:44 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Ysoria de Rysme
.:Nick Name:. Yr, Soria, Lady
.:Age:. 21 years old
.:Status:. Nobility
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
A beautiful woman by all standards, Ysoria has long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Standing at a full 5'8", Ysoria looks the part of a noble woman. She is mostly seen wearing white clothing, but she occasionally wears others. When she is in her "assassin mode", she wears the complete opposite: Black.
.:Height:. 5'8" tall
.:Portrayed by:. Diane Kruger
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:.
Ysoria is a kind and charming person. She cares for those around her, and is seemingly always cheerful. She gives to others, respects those of higher authority, and stands by the decisions of her superiors... At least from the outside she does. In all actuality, while those traits are not so far off from her real personality, Ysoria can be quite the dark and sadistic person. Being an assassin, she isn't against killing, nor taking up missions that require killing. She is a great deceiver and is not against lying.
However, she has a hard time lying to her father, even if she manages to successfully. Perhaps it is because he is her father and has always cared for her, she isn't sure, she just knows that she dislikes lying to him. In spite of all this, she still goes behind his back and against his wishes and places herself in danger -- without his knowledge.
Ysoria often gains people's trust only to stab them in the back. Or, she stabs them in the back from the beginning. Also, like most girls her age, a handsome man does not go by unnoticed, and she always regrets killing them or breaking their trust. She will even flirt with those that she knows are taken, whether it is in front of the girl or not.
She keeps the knowledge of her being an assassin a secret except to a few select people. There is always hints of where she is going, except that she takes a completely different identity upon herself, calling herself Deloys Fergant to protect her real self.
.:Strengths:.
- Good with a sword, crossbow, and dagger
- Keeping who she really is a secret
- Deceiving
- Assassination
- Charming
- Day-to-day activities
- Pretending
.:Weaknesses:.
- Lying to her father
- Handsome men and princes
- Standing by and pretending she is defenseless
.:View on Magic:.
Ysoria has no preference on magic. She doesn't care if it is allowed, or if it is banned, as it has no conflictions with who she is.
.:Special Skills:.
Ysoria is good with weapons, though she keeps that a secret, as, being a woman, it is more frowned upon. She is stealthy, and sneaky, and a powerful assassin.
.:Accents:. British
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. A border village in Camelot
.:Family:.
Golias de Rysme - Father
Andrie de Rysme née Dacre - Mother | Deceased
Cyon de Rysme - Older Brother | Deceased
.:Occupation:. Assassin
.:Current Location of Residence:. Is moving to Camelot
.:History:.
Ysoria was born on a warm spring morning under the sunlight. Her parents, nobles of Camelot, had taken a small vacation to a borderline village when they unexpectedly had their baby girl. Naming her after her great grandmother, they spent a few weeks in the village to let the mother recuperate. Her older brother Cyon, then ten years old, didn't like the fact that he had a baby sister -- she took the attention away from him. For several more years, until Ysoria was six, they lived in Camelot, and then abruptly moved away to live with family in Cenred's Kingdom.
Every now and then they would visit Camelot, but when she turned fourteen they stopped. Cyon joined Cenred's army, and visited his family less often. This is when Ysoria began to detest him fully, for he had already treated her as less of a sister and more of a peasant. Ysoria had always been intrigued by weapons, and had often times stolen her fathers to practice by herself when he was away or asleep. Now, having no reason not to, she did so more often, and practiced her fighting skills completely. She became a master with the crossbow and sword, and on the side, the dagger.
She didn't like her mother. Her mother always tried to control her, telling her that she couldn't use weapons because she was a girl, that she had more important things to concern herself with. Ysoria always argued, complaining that her mother didn't understand, and that she would continue anyway. Despite this, her mother never once told her father what she was doing. One final night was a night that her brother had returned to visit, her sixteenth birthday. Her and Cyon had a weapons match by themselves outside, with only their disapproving mother watching. Cyon was confident that he could beat his younger sister, and even had the plan of "accidentally" killing her. Ysoria suspected this, but didn't say anything, and played defenseless, allowing him to go as far as the "killing" blow. He was shocked when all of a sudden she had slipped a dagger under his ribs, almost instantly killing him.
Her mother, Andrie, noticed what she did, and that she did it on purpose. She tried to run away to tell her father, but Ysoria had to plans of being ratted out and turned in to the authorities. So, Ysoria killed her, too, without a seconds thought. Wiping their blood on herself, tearing her clothing, and even cutting herself, Ysoria ran home crying to her father, claiming that bandits had attacked them and killed Cyon and Andrie, and that she had barely gotten away. At their funeral, she was the only one that was not truly upset.
After that event, she sold her services as an assassin, making up a fake identity she named Deloys Fergant to lead people away from her innocence. She became somewhat renowned, and always left hints of where she could be found for those who knew of her, or those that wanted to obtain her service. In her life, she has killed many people, and never been found out.
Now, twenty-one, her and her father have returned to live in Camelot, where Ysoria still plans to keep her identity a secret...
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