<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HV3lASs.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Dahlya Kos (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1973736)</strong><br/>Human (Variant) Rogue (Assassin) 3<br/>Neutral Evil Orzhov Syndic Enforcer<br/><br/><strong>Personality :</strong>Dahlya is a true opportunist, viewing every situation with the calculated eye of one weighing how it might best benefit herself.  Her base desire is to accrue enough wealth and power to never be forced to follow the orders of anyone else again, and instead to have others to do her bidding.  While there are certainly those who would view her as heartless or cold, she adheres to a personal code that she considers far more honorable and merciful than many.  Her general personality, however, is affable, charming and quick to humor.  She loves to spend her evenings in taverns with a glass of wine, a bit of pleasant company and a bard to play while she sings bawdy songs.  Her desire to live the good life - and for a good long while - drives her in both her professional and personal life.<br/><br/><strong>Biography :</strong>At the age of three, Dhalya was seized as payment for her parent's debt to the Orzhov Syndicate.  Of course, the party line was that she was to be raised in the church and her parents were lucky to have them take such a vested interest in their daughter.  She was placed in one of the many 'orphanages' run by the syndicate and taught first and foremost absolute loyalty to the church and unquestioning obedience to any and all orders given.<br/><br/>Over time, her slight stature, cunning and light-footedness drew the notice of those within the church that trained the enforcers.  Around sixteen, she was removed from the orphanage and moved to a location where she could be taught to fight with bladed weapons and bows alike.  As she was being taught to kill without compunction, she was also being given lessons in deception, so that she could employ both one day for the service of the syndicate.<br/><br/>Now, Dahlya has more than a few murders under her belt, and she finds that each life she ends gets easier and easier for her to swallow.  Still, she balks at the bit she's been forced to endure her whole life and dreams of one day being the one who gives the orders.  Every taste of the good life only increases her hunger for more, and each day she spends as the Syndicate's indentured servant makes her long for freedom.  Still, her devotion is absolute.  She knows her life will be far better in the church than anywhere else, she just has to claw - or kill - her way to the top of the heap.