A winged star, lighter than her own skin tone, spotting the middle of her chest was proudly shown at every waking moment. She was tall, 5'8" and had dirty blonde brown hair that was almost red in the sunlight. Since birth this child had endured her clan, but her mind was always swaying until she learned to hide her wavering heart at 13. Two years since then, she's broken all doubt from her peers.<br/><br/>Rea Gottschalk was as square and narrow minded as her mother, or at least what she led everyone to believe. Taught to be the best and only allowed to be the best she had endured ruthless teaching sessions with her father. Rea could naturally out class almost all of her fellow trainers now, wearing her assassin's tunic, specialized to show off her precariously placed birth mark. Her father made her dawn the new style at fourteen, which was hardly fair because the boys in her class stared at it which always made her feel like they were looking through her or maybe being reminded of her father, so cruel and brute.<br/><br/>She wanted to be recognized for more than what she was; which was slightly muscular and with sharp violet brown eyes she received from her father. She was truly more than that, more than rules but to please just the one who controlled everything, the man who had all claim to her as his strong and<span style="font-style: italic">ruthless</span>daughter, Cainen had successfully isolated her from any chance if a normal assassin's life.<br/><br/>Tonight was her night, Rea could've kissed Thomas, her father's advisor, for managing to slip up and allow her the freedom to roam the city outside the castle walls.<br/><br/>Rea tucked her hankerchief into the pocket to hide her bearings and she tossed her long hair over her shoulder. She was exploring the streets, looking at the vendors and stalls of clothing she desperately wanted to wear over what she had now. Silk white and gold trim wasn't exactly her cup of tea.<br/><br/>Clutching her dagger at the hilt, she adjusted it back into her boot, looking down. " Why is this always giving me problems?!" She huffed, irritated by the weapon. She kept playing with it till she heard someone asking for directions. Looking up slowly, Rea's eyes fell on a stranger who looked a little dirty but the rough and wild look drew her in. She stood, slowly, before straightening her tunic and sleeves as she advanced forward.<br/><br/>"What do you need at the capital?" She asked, placing her hand on the rim of her belt. The two citizens easily parted for her as she barged in on the conversation, trying to act like she was authoritative to mask her curiosity.