Description:
Name: Amily Jayse
Alias: The Hand of Ashanktae
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Tattoos: She has a butterfly tattoo on the right side of her waist. The butterfly colors consist of reddish-pink, blue, light blue, black, purple and light purple. Two dragons are tattooed on the back of each shoulder-blade, the two tats mirroring the other perfectly. The right one has the energy kanji symbol while the left has the power kanji symbol. The main parts of the dragons are red, though they are outlined in black. Each of the kanji symbols is black with red outlines.
Hobbies: Killing people.
Likes: Killing people.
Dislikes: People that aren’t dead even though they’re supposed to be. Berserkers and Tribals.
Specialty: Assassinating
Proficiencies: Shooting people, stabbing people, and killing people.
Apprenticeships: Singing, sailing, love making, sniping, and gardening.
AppearanceAmily changes her look more than most people due to her profession. Beautiful blues eyes peer intently out between elongated lashes. Strands of dark brown locks flutter against the sides of her face, the rest spreading out across her shoulders in order to rest against her lower back. Her flesh is a beautiful tan shade, one that was obviously natural. Even if one were to look closely, not a single imperfection could be seen anywhere on her flesh. Her lips are full, pouty and beautifully sculpted. At first impression, the very young looking female would appear too dainty to be a fighter. Standing at five foot ten, her exotic frame is often used as a form of seduction. Every curve and strategically placed body part is there for a reason and she uses her looks as a deceiver. Though she doesn’t have bulky muscles, every inch of her is toned.
She wears a blood-red shirt that exposes both shoulders and neckline, and a pair of white gloves that go all the way up just below her arm pits. A blue pair of jeans covers the lower half of her body and a pair of black boots adorns her delicate feet. The heels are a rugged non-slip 2+ wedge platform and the skintight boots stop mid-thigh. She is 5’10 and her body is very toned despite appearing to be delicate. When forced to attend balls or other elegant engagements, Amily will most likely slip on a tight fitting, curve flattering black strapless black dress that floats just barely below her rear, leaving little to imagination. When she’s wearing her jeans, she also wears a body fitting armor that although looks thin, it is very durable and can withstand a lot.
Dangling down from a silver chain is a three tiered diamond pendant each jewel wrapped in pure silver. On her left wrist is a pure silver watch, the face of it analog style. On her left thumb, she wears a silver ring with a butterfly that stands out, the colors matching her tattoo perfectly. When she wears her hair up, in braids, or pigtails, she fastens it with silver clips. A pair of sleek silver sunglasses dons the top of her head; the lenses are a reflective metallic blue shade.
Personality: The moment Amily was born, her mother announced that her little angel had been brought forth to save her father. Mainly however, her personality all depended on who was asked. Her bastard of a father claimed she was a whore because she wasn’t a male. He of course will be explained more in her history, as will her mother. If she were to describe herself, she would only deny the things said about her by her father, and would add that she was stubborn and always got what she wanted. The angelic traits that her mother witnessed in her never really surfaced. She normally kept to herself, since her line of work pretty much declared it too dangerous to get close to others. However, deep down she was a kind woman, who didn’t kill anyone unless they truly deserved it. At least, she tried to be that woman at first. Now however, she is colder towards people, and doesn’t let her feelings (or doesn’t have any feelings left) keep her from killing her targets.
Weapons: It is important to note that she enjoys killing her targets up close and rarely uses a weapon with a scope on it.
**SWORD-HOOOOOO** Amily has a huge sword that has a sapphire-shaped diamond in the center of it. The sword straps across her back in a sheathe that runs along her spine.
**Dagger**She also has the dagger she used to kill her father. This special memorable weapon is kept against her back, the straps hooking into her belt, which also holds her sword.
**Firestar 9mm** This weapon rests on the outer side of her left leg.
**Mini-uzi** This is kept in its own special holster on the back left side of her body, just beside the spine of where the sword rests.
History: Since the moment Amily was born, her father Markus constantly told her that she was a massive mistake. He oozed with distain towards her and she lost count of the number of times he attempted to assassinate her. Juliana, her mother was the only caring immediate family member she had. If Amily was a mistake, Juliana never mentioned it. In fact, whenever Markus spoke against Amily, her mother faced his wrath and rebutted him. Of course, this made the controlling man rather pissed off and ultimately led to Juliana’s downfall. The jerk hired a hit man to kill the two females in his life, but the idiot wasn’t a professional. Instead of hitting either one, he nailed one of the servants in the head. The poor man was found floating in a nearby lake, his body missing important pieces. The next assassin that was hired was an expert marksman and though he missed the twelve year old, her mother wasn’t as lucky. Wanting to get revenge for the death of the only person (aside from servants) to love the young girl, Amily began to train with a prestigious group named Ashanktae to become an assassin. Once she was able to kill up close without getting hurt, she went after her father to make him pay.
When she turned sixteen, it was decided that the man that called himself her father was going to die. Every night around eight O’clock he settled himself down in the den, drank many glasses of his own special formula while his hired prostitutes would pleasure him on his command. Amily knew that around midnight, he would be passed out drunk and the bitches would be long gone, each locating a servant to cure their horny bodies. So, it was around one that the vengeful female made her way into his room with torturous thoughts rampaging through her mind. She was wearing clothing she stole from one of his business associates and was wearing a pair of gloves to keep her prints from appearing anywhere in the room. To keep him from moving, she tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, using his own belts. Once she was confident that he was secure, she gagged his mouth with a pillow case. Knowing that it would be more satisfactory for her if he was awake, Amily slapped him until Markus struggled to open his eyes. A number of emotions slid across his eyes, easily read by her. This of course pleased her immensely. When he realized he was tied down and gagged, the verbally abusive male used all of his strength to try and break free. He quickly found out that he couldn’t and though he didn’t quit immediately, it was obvious in his facial expression that he knew he was doomed.
Picking up a dagger from the nightstand, Jayse traced it down her father’s neck. His discomfort made a sinister grin appear upon her face and without warning; she cut open his shirt, exposing his muscled chest. Whatever was going through his mind wasn’t even close to what was drifting through hers. The edge of the weapon pressed against him, the tip beginning just below his throat. Before he could even scream, she had forced the blade through his skin and flesh, forcing the thing as deep as she could while cutting down to his navel. Blood spewed from the wound, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She was soon making deep gashes on his arms, legs, and sides, ignoring his muffled screaming. The more she cut, the more he shouted and begged for her to stop. His pathetic sound made her want to do more, which she did. The sheets, floor, and of course her body was covered in crimson goodness. Since the area around his intestines was shredded, she decided to disembowel him. Once his guts were spewed outside of his body, she moved back to his chest. Repositioning the knife above his heart, the assassin made a crude circle and cut out the flesh until the exposed beating organ could be seen. Realizing it was hidden behind the ribcage, Amily quickly broke the bones in her way, yanking them out of her way. Reaching down, she yanked it out, holding it in her hand for a brief second.
Leaving his dead corpse, Amily calmly walked into her bathroom, showering in order to clean the blood off her. After she was clean, dry, and of course, dressed in sleeping clothes, she snuck the clothes, and the heart back into the man's house. Leaving the evidence, Amily went back home, stopping at a secret place. Hiding the dagger in with the rest of her assassin items, she headed back home. Once situated, she called the police. She was able to convince them that a revengeful associate of her father had entered his room and killed him. They of course believed her and she soon inherited everything. The house was burned and a brand new mansion was built in its place. Though she rarely stays at home, thanks to her profession, she is always happy to return to it.
