Felicity Quik

## History

Felicity was born into a well off family in Jarn-Burg. They weren’t rich by any means but also didn’t struggle too much to get what they wanted. Her father was a city guard and her mother worked as a servant for a noble. She had a relatively normal childhood until she was 12, going to school and learning the basics of history and local traditions.

A month after she turned 12, her father was killed in the line of duty. The loss had hurt her and left her unable to cope with life anymore. She ran away from home and to the Waystone of her city. She had heard stories of the Chosen and their ability to travel the world freely through the stone and knew one was in the city and leaving soon. She snuck up on an old man who was using the Waystone at the time, not knowing if it was safe for her to follow him through the portal but not caring about the consequences. As she saw the stone activating, she tackled the man through it joining him wherever he was headed.

When the two got up she realized she was in Tamalon, seeing the massive church as a recognizable landmark. She was astonished by the fact that she survived and the old man seemed furious at first, only calming down after he noticed that nothing had gone awry in the transport. He had deduced that she was a Chosen as well, but decided to keep it to himself. He saw great potential in her and told her he would take her in as his own once she told him she had run away from home.  All she needed to do was train with the people that had trained him decades ago and he would offer her work and a place to stay. After agreeing she headed out, not truly knowing where she was headed but had a lead on how to find them.

She headed north, straight to the mountains she could see in the distance from Jarn-Burg since she was young. After hiking through the mountains for days, she had run low on supplies and frostbite was setting in. She had gotten to death’s door, passed out in the cold and waiting for death, when she was found. A man had found her and brought her to her destination as she was unconscious.

When she awoke she had found out that she was in the place she was searching for. After hearing her story they agreed to train her. She soon realized she was training to become an assassin, adept at killing anyone she needed with nothing but her hands if need be. She had spent much longer than she ever expected to train there and grew close to her fellow students.

15 hard years later, and the loss of many fellow students, she was told that the training would be ending. Anyone who wished to leave could do so and those who wished to remain would be taken into the ranks of the assassins. She had completed her training as the old man had requested and opted to leave while many of her friends, including her closest friend, had chosen to stay behind. She began her long trek back to Tamalon, not expecting what would be coming after her.

An unspoken rule that she had not even thought of, no one leaves alive. It was the final test of initiation for the students to truly become members of the assassin’s troupe, hunt down and kill any who had chosen to leave. It was in the middle of the night and Felicity had set up in a cave to rest for the night. It wasn’t much further until she would be out of the freezing mountains. That is when her old friends had caught up to her. Many of them had been killed by others who had opted to leave but a few had survived. 3 assassins-to-be snuck into the cave where she had set up. Her best friend was one of the only assassins left alive, he knew she would be here too. They had always used this cave as a means of shelter when they were forced to survive on their own for weeks. He led the 2 other assassins inside as he prepared himself mentally to kill another friend.

One of the assassins had taken as much as they could handle and now wanted out. She knew what that meant and decided to act, moments before they could kill Felicity. She stabbed the third assassin and caused a commotion, waking Felicity and readying her for battle. She could not see who was there as they were out of sight further toward the cave entrance. By the time someone did show up, it was her best friend whose hands were covered in blood. He would be the only one left to join the assassins if he could kill Felicity.

Unlucky for him, he was exhausted from travelling so far and killing so many in a short time. Felicity saw the blood and began to try and talk to him, thinking she could get through. He was having none of it and threw a punch, trying to hit her in the vital spot they had trained for. It was over in an instant. Felicity had dodged his attack and countered, landing a powerful blow in the same spot he had aimed for. Her friend was dead before he hit the ground.

She didn’t give herself any time to cry, packing her things and leaving. She was unsure if anyone else was coming after her and didn’t want to let them continue tracking her. She now knew she was being hunted so she did her best not to leave a trail. It took her a few days without any rest, but she made it back to Tamalon.

She found the man who had told her where to go all those years ago and told him she had returned. He welcomed her back and gave her a room to stay, telling her they could speak more when she woke up. She had trouble falling asleep, unsure if she was really safe, but once she did she slept for days. Once she woke up the man told her everything about why he had wanted her to train.

He told her how he recognized that she was a Chosen like him and that the sooner she trained, the more she could do with her life. He was a follower of the Cult of Lunar Whispers and that he intended to use her to make sure their teachings would be followed. She didn’t understand the cult’s philosophies but could tell that something was wrong. She went along with what he said anyway, being grateful that he was taking her in.

He supplied her with an outfit that would help conceal who she was as she did her work for him while still being able to live without fear of repercussions. In his eyes, this was truly what the cult would want. The freedom to do anything without any need to worry about punishment for misdeeds.

## Appearance

While her outfit in her civilian guise is straight forward, her vigilante costume is vastly different. The main feature of her costume is her red battle mask and cloak with a hood that she keeps pulled up. She uses binders to compress her chest making it hard to tell she is a woman while she is running around as a vigilante and uses red hand wraps as depicted in the image. She carries no weapons and fights with a closed fist, staying slightly hunched over in an attempt to conceal her true height and natural demeanor.

## Personality

She tries to keep herself distant, even though she would gladly welcome someone she truly trusts and can rely on. She is paranoid and hard to make friends with because of her past. This makes her feel very lonely and, even though she may try to go out of her way to make connections with others, very difficult to get close to or know.

She also feels very vengeful against those in charge, still blaming the leaders and guards of cities for her families death. She would gladly kill anyone of nobility or guardsmen if given a reason to while she would normally hesitate to kill a civilian. She also blames those who resort to crime and beasts of the wild as without them there wouldn't be much need for guards. When she runs around as a vigilante, she shows no mercy and will mercilessly kill anyone that threatens innocent people or tries to capture her such as the guards.

## Foes

Unknown if she is still being targeted by assassins or anyone from the Cult of Lunar Whispers.

## Goals

She has no goals currently other than keeping out of the line of sight of the people from her past. Her current plan is to grow her strength more and do her part to make the world a slightly safer place by rooting out and slaying corrupt guardsmen and nobles.

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