Thalia

[DAHLIA THORNHOLLOW]

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Age: 26
How long have you rped?: Almost 15 years as a player, about eight as a staff member? Time flies. >.<
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Name: Thalia
Aliases: Adara Al Zahra ad-Dīn, Dahlia Thornhollow
Age: Appears 17
Gender: Female
Birth Date: February 29th
Origin: Sparta

Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 110 lbs
Eyes: Aquamarine
Skin: Pale White
Hair: Blood red
Overall Appearance: The most beautiful Spartan girl was chosen to be Oracle, and Dahlia was no different than her cousins before her. She is a stunning woman, feminine curves belying the strength of limb and flexibility of the Brotherhood. She is the personification of dangerous beauty, using her looks to disarm and entrance at any and all opportunity.

Secrets: Dahlia is a superstitious soul, and feels guilt over murdering the Ephors who kept her.
Likes: Freedom, Flirting, Silk, Cheese, Chocolate
Dislikes: Captivity, Overbearingly Lecherous Men, Priests, Religion, Spiders
Habits: Dahlia is an unbelievable flirt who likes one upping men she's attracted to.
Hobbies: Dahlia loves the theater (both on and off the stage), learning languages (polyglot) and games of chance.
Phobia: Mastigophobia
Sexuality: Masochistic Heteroflexible
Personality: Dahlia is an insufferable flirt with an independent streak a mile wide. While she can be exceptionally subtle and covert, her natural personality is large and playful. Despite her Spartan heritage, Dahlia is a brilliant girl with an obsessive nature when it comes to language and social interactions. She longs to be a chameleon, able to flitter wherever she wants through the world and never risk capture or heaven forbid, being shunned. She is far too social a creature to be away from people, most likely from her origins. And of course,at her heart of hearts, Dahlia is still a teenaged girl.

Character Weapon:

A pair of elbow blades, similar in style to Gypsy wave blades or Filipino Escrima blades.
Character Accessories: Dual hidden blades, tunic and thigh boots.
Character Strengths:

Seer - Dahlia is a Seer, one of the chosen girls of Sparta to be kept by the Ephors. Whether or not you can understand her is another thing entirely. It is believed this may be due to exposure from a certain 'Apple?' that has been flickering through time and space.

Master Assassin - Being a seer was a curse of captivity. And as such, Dahlia turned to a more hands on lifestyle with her new freedom. Why only see history when you can shape it? During the Crusades, Dahlia joined up with a guild of Assassins and became a 'night blade', a proud member of the Brotherhood. Working her way up the ranks until she became a respected member has been an obsession of hers for some time.

Unassuming Pose - Dahlia can take up the mantle of any culture, creed, mannerism, accent or other traits as easy as breathing. She will never seem out of place and can convince a local she grew up next door. It's all about how you Blend...

Character Weaknesses:

Slipping Sideways - At anytime, Dahlia can accidentally slip through the fabric of Fate, becoming lost in the strands for some time. Because of this, she always ends up where she is needed most. But that doesn't mean she has to like it. It is believed to be a side effect from exposure to whatever the Ephors did to her.

Hotheaded - Dahlia has a fuse. It's normally a fraction from exploding and quick to ignite. 'Temper' doesn't quite cover it.

Bard's Tongue - The problem with being so tied to Fate? When you let your mouth run, things happen...

Character Connections: Her family is gone, as are her Keepers. Dahlia knew Altair once she joined the Brotherhood, but only in passing.

Character History (150 words at least): Life was hard for any child of Sparta. At best, it was a woman's job to tend the home, mind the children, and be strong enough companions to Spartan men. But Thalia's life was different. Named for the youngest Grace, with her strange bright eyes that reminded her mother of all things opulent and rich. At the age of ten, she was Chosen like many before her to become the new Oracle. The most beautiful girl of every generation was offered to the Ephors, though Thalia refused to see such captivity as a blessing. Kicking and screaming she was dragged up the mountain, before she was deposited before the five who would keep her company until her death. She tried to fight against her destiny, attempting to escape time and time again until they took to cuffing her to one of the many pillars. And when they demanded their first auguring, Thalia's memory began to fog over.

At fourteen they came, men brandishing swords wearing white with scarlet crosses. They headed immediately for the Seer's Stone, breezing past the woman chained beside it. Quickly they came, but the Ephors tried to fight them off. While the men, these Templars, were beaten back by the Ephors, they still made off with the Orb. Frustrated, they turned on the Oracle; beating her into unconsciousness for failing as a Spartan to protect something so precious. When she awoke, Thalia saw red. Knowing it meant her soul's damnation, Thalia made up her mind. Seething, she rose up, whisper soft in darkness. As the Ephors lay slumbering, she slit each throat. Sending them off to the Underworld with bitter satisfaction in her heart. Searching the bodies, she came upon the key to her shackles and quickly freed herself of the symbols of bondage. Grabbing a robe, she through it hastily over her nude form and stumbled down the mountain.

She could never return to Sparta; Not after what she had done.

If Thalia disappeared, rumors would persist. She would be seen as a holy thing, a martyr stolen by the Gods after the massacre. If she turned up, she would be believed a murderer. Held to the crime she committed and facing certain doom. With what little she could steal, Thalia fled to the Constantinople. Becoming a transient soul, it was only a matter of time and luck that landed her in the Holy Lands. Oft clad as a man to try and safely travel alone, it was when she came to the defense of an innocent Saracen woman that she drew the eye of the Brotherhood. Had Thalia not intervened, who knows what fate would have befallen the woman besieged by thieves? Later that night she was brought before Al Mualim, questioned as to not only her motives but the truth of her identity. Her temper and pride had Thalia's eyes flashing and truth spilling from her lips, almost daring the Old Man of the Mountain to end her life.

Rashid ad-Din Sinan, however, recognized the Oracle. Knowing she was exposed to a piece of Eden, knowing how it shaped her, the traitorous Templar decided to keep her close. Raise her in the Brotherhood. Make her into a weapon he could use. Giving her the name 'Adara Al Zahra ad-Dīn' (Virgin Prophetess ' or illuminated' of the Faith), he trained her as his own daughter while ensuring her utmost loyalty. It worked, until the truth of him was brought to the light by the hands of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad. Disillusioned, 'Adara' locked herself away in the library Masyaf, desperately trying to find a reason for all of the double dealings and betrayals. It was then, with an auguring bowl of water beside her, that Adara first slipped. The reflection had wavered, trembling in the light. A gleam of a mask unlike any she had seen before, of a man flying through the air in the belly of a giant wooden bird. Leaning forward, her fingertips touched the surface of the water and Adara tumbled through. Waking up beneath one of the many docks in Venice, Adara took to the streets looking for any friendly face or if she was truly lucky, a familiar crest and hood…

After finding a local connection to her order and the poor Italian man's mispronunciation of her name, Thalia became 'Dahlia'; with a plan to seek out the new Mentor and present herself immediately.


Sample Post: (Sample from Buffy: Consequences)

"Your Father."

Deadpan once more. Lacking the warmth of playful snark, instead frost slick with a hollow ring. Ice embraced; for the first time in a half a century Dahlia felt herself struggle to harden her heart like her sisters. Full blooded Erinyes the lot, hearts frozen to the core and so far from this ache. But adamant her heart wasn't, instead a crystalline mockery that set a beautiful chime against her ribs in a symphony of pain.

As the words echoed within the prison of her mind, Dahlia had enough self-awareness to acknowledge the current 'Black is the light in my eyes now' theme song of the romantically crushed. A sweet smell rose off her skin, tingling at the half-demon within who futilely struggled against centuries worth of control.

He had Betrayed her.

It was obvious now, as arms slipped from painstakingly familiar yet strange shoulders. Slowly did the assassin extract herself from her former lover's adult son's awkward embrace. Eyes trailed over his face, aimlessly taking note to compare and contrast them to her mind's eye. The words were the bucket of ice water, the slight up tilt of his eyes another. Perversions to the memory, a physical representation of his transgression. A knife rent her soul through, as it took everything for the Nightblade Mistress to keep from sounding a banshee keen in mourning of what again had been torn from her.

She was never allowed anything, least of all a glimmer of potential happiness. How could she ever presume They would allow her such a blessing as Love?

Damn Your God.

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Stepping back with a transparent smile that could not reach hoarfrost eyes, Dahlia scrubbed at her face with the back of a painted hand. Smearing the paint, Pompeii Geisha Facsimile to reveal pale yet mottled skin beneath. Ugly in it's truth and it's appearance. The skin of one struggling with naught but sheer will to hold themselves together. Stemming the flow of tears from dual sources, she backed up to the door. A cowardly retreat she had to allow herself. What did it matter?

She had nothing left to lose.

"No. Thank you. I… need to go… Away."

Turning to the door and the room at large, shoulders pulled tight and back in a form of subconscious protectiveness. Facing the door, Dahlia fumbled with the handle for a hairsbreadth as soundless sobs wrecked through her frame. Unceremonious in any stretch of the imagination, Dahlia fled.


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Your Creed(Templar, assassin, biased, etc?): Assassin (Insieme per la vittoria!)
Time(Past or present?): Past (possible slipping into present)
Occupation: Oracle, Inflitration Specialist

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[EZIO AUDITORE DA FIRENZE]

Wow... that's epic. I like the spin of her being exposed to a Piece of Eden in order to gain the powers of an Oracle.

ACCEPTED!