Class: Witchhunter
Level: 3
V1: Need 3 more
missions to reach level 4
V2: Need 1 more
missions to reach level 4
Completed Missions: 6
Commissary Reward: 1
Vitality:
Might:
Resilience: + + + +
Spirit: +
Arcane:
Will: + +
Sensory: +
Reflex:
Vigor:
Skill: + +
Intelligence:
Luck:
LvL 2 Cloud of Suspicion: After Fog speech, become invisible for a short duration
LvL 3 :
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5 Throwing Knives
Reskinned Capotain - Hood & Cowl
Height: 5'3" — short but compact, built for speed and agility rather than brute strength.
Face: Striking and unforgettable.
One ice-blue eye on the left, Cold and piercing.
One bright amber eye on the right, glowing with an unnatural, fierce intensity surrounded by deep scars that cut across her cheek and brow, covered with eye patch.
Scars cover her body from collarbone to legs - reminders of decades of beatings and lashings.
Rugged scarring on the left side of her face, especially over the damaged and repaired Amber eye — a permanent reminder of a brutal past.
Hair: Long, curly black hair, thick and slightly wild held back in a braid, enhancing the stark contrast with her pale skin. Her darkness a deep contrast and constant reminder she is separate from to her two golden half-sisters.
Skin Tone: Very pale, almost ghost-like
Born the illegitimate daughter of a king, she was never recognized as royalty — only tolerated as a necessary secret. To protect the reputation of the crown, she was made the whipping girl for her older half-sister, the princess. Every mistake her sister made, every disobedience, every shame — she paid for it in blood.
By the time she was nine, a brutal beating cost her the sight in her left eye, leaving her face permanently scarred. The rest of her body bears the marks of years of cruelty — a map of pain and survival carved into pale flesh. Through it all, her pain tolerance grew into something unnatural, her spirit tempered like steel in fire.
In silence, she watched, learned, and waited.
At eighteen, pushed past the limits of endurance, she awakens a hidden power deep within herself — a force born from her suffering.
With her newfound strength, she escapes the life of chains and cruelty, leaving behind the broken court that tried to destroy her.
Now haunted by the kingdom that once hid her existence, she walks the world not as a princess or a servant — but as a survivor forged in pain, a ghost with scars for armor and fury for a crown.