Pamina Calidon

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Pamina Calidon
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Full Name: Pamina Alyrith Calidon
Titles held: The Weapon
Age: 20
Race: Midlander Hyur.
Eye Colour: Light gold.
Hair: Deep black, usually accented with a vibrant red. Hangs down almost to her backside in length.
Skin Tone: Pale.
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 147lbs
Scars, tattoos, etc One very prominent scar on her abdomen. Several across her back, some around the circumference of her wrist. A single piercing in each ear.
Occupation: Assassin.
Marital Status: Single.
Alignment: Lawful Evil.
Face Claim: Eva Green
Theme: Pamina's Theme

The shrieking and the slamming around ceased entirely just before he managed to finally break the door open. He expected the worst, but what he found was her perched on the edge of one of the chairs, her guards slain around her. He would never forget the way she smiled at him, how it wasn't joyous, but a cruel upturn of her lips, nearly a snarl. He would never forget the glint in those glowing eyes. He would never forget the way she licked the blood off of clawed fingers as she spoke.

"How terribly fortunate I am that you were here to rescue me."

History


Early Life


While most children come to know a warm hearth and a loving home, for her, it was just not so.

Pamina Alyrith Calidon was born to Sonaj and Xrystiana Calidon on the cold, cobblestone of The Brume on a cold winter’s night. She’d come to know those same cobblestones as her livingspace growing up. They would be her bed, her toilet, her chairs. The city’s streets were her playground. Pamina was just fine with such things, because she didn’t know of a life any better.

Truth be told, life could have been better for her, had her parents given much of a damn to change their stars. Her father spent all of his time away from the family, picking up whatever odd jobs he could get his hands on, but he never truly strived for anything long-term or with potential. Her mother made herself a prominent figure in Pamina’s life only long enough to teach her the finer things in life - like how to survive - and then she was off trying to make some sort of impression on whatever man of wealth she set her eyes on. Sometimes, it worked. They would throw coin at Xrystiana, or feed her, or let her bathe in their homes. One way or another, she was taken care of. She would always smile at Pamina when she returned, but Pamina never remembered it as joyous. It was mocking, cruel, almost a snarl.One day, Xrystiana would tell her, You'll find a way to make yourself useful, too. One day you'll end up just like me. Who will laugh then? Pamina would shrug, then return to weaving or drawing in the dirt.

For the most part, Pamina raised herself. Knowing nothing more, she was perfectly content in such things.

Early on, Pamina discovered she had an affinity for magic, though she had absolutely no control over it. When she learned of her skills, her mother forbade them to ever use them again. She warned her that if anyone were to learn of them, she would be taken away, or worse. Pamina thought it a little silly, but agreed.

For the longest time, she obeyed her mother’s orders. That was until Pamina met a little boy of no more than five or six with tanned skin, messy brown hair, unkempt clothes, and dark eyes. The two became fast friends, racing and playing through the streets and giggling their cares away. One day, Pamina showed him her gift. It was nothing spectacular, no more than a makeshift, flaming butterfly floating high into the night sky before disappearing into smoke. He was impressed, thrilled.

The little boy turned up in the sewers not a day later, cold, pale, and dead. Pamina never shared her gift again.

Life was fairly ordinary, if not downright boring, for the longest. Eventually, Xrystian and Sonaj (or at least, Pamina thinks it was Sonaj) had two more children, a boy named Karna, and a girl named Camille. Two more mouths to feed put undue stress on Sonaj, who turned to drinking his cares away. Xrystiana put Pamina to work, selling different wares in the city, but when that didn’t work, Pamina turned to pick-pocketing and subterfuge. She found she was strangely good at it, and it wasn’t terribly long before their stars began to change. After, who suspects a ruddy-faced little girl of robbery? She never told her her family of her newfound “profession”, instead pretending that her wares were selling extremely well. They didn’t need to know that she was simply discarding them in every little hidey-hole she could find.

Luck ran out just after she turned twelve years old. She was caught stealing from a particularly shady man on an evening that she wandered into a bar in search of her father. When Sonaj drunkenly came to his daughter’s defense, he was killed. Pamina was taken captive and whisked away to parts unknown, kept in a covered cage for what she would later find out was months.

Relationships

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Xrystiana Calidon -
Sonaj Calidon -
Karna Calidon -
Lucille Calidon -
Ceithil Sathiern-
Cyriac Sathiern -
Halaine -
Analeil Iethil -
Rhumor Kemp -
Styl’a Jakkya -
Kirin'th Ziphaere -
Terran Rennatta -
Aeditha Lannis -
Arken Rennatta -

Possessions

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