<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/56/Ciera_01.png/498px-Ciera_01.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: French Script MT;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Oboro</span></strong></span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Race :</strong>Human<br/><strong>Racial traits :</strong>Poison Minion (instead Skilled)<br/><strong>Class :</strong>Fighter (Venom Blade Martial Master Mutagen Warrior) /Rogue (Phantom Thief Rotdrinker) or Fighter (Venom Blade Martial Master)/ Vigilante<strong>(coming soon)</strong><br/><strong>Feat :</strong>Racial heritage (Nagaji)<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>He is not particularly bloodthirsty and sees no purpose in finishing off felled foes or battling to a lethal end. Dead targets can’t talk. Though agreeable, he is also stubborn, unwavering from his goals.<br/><br/><strong>Background :</strong><br/>A short tryst between a noble from the Empire of Ardain and a visiting emissary, Amala San, a vishkanya, resulted in the birth of the half-blooded Oboro, placing the child in a precarious situation even before her birth. While Amala ultimately carried the child to term, the scandalized noble abandoned the infant to her mother only days later.<br/>Born a man, Oboro grew up on the streets of Silverthrone. Oboro's mother raised her son with an appreciation of freedom to speak and love of art. Oroboro always felt awkward in his skin and avoided making friends as a result. In art and literature, Oroboro increasingly found himself identifying with strong female figures rather than their male counterparts-and for most of his life Oboro would carry the conviction that he had been born into the wrong body.<br/>When Oboro was 12, the "bandits" attacked his house. As the attack commenced, his mother gave him an address to memorize, and told him, " Go there and tell the person who answers the door that you're a half-wilted rose. I'll meet you there if I can, but ifl don't arrive by dawn tomorrow, she will provide for you." Oboro knew what his mother was saying, for growing up in city makes one a realist if nothing else.<br/>After a parting hug too brief even for tears, Oboro fled the guild into the city and he never saw his mother again.<br/>Arriving at the address, the young refugee was taken in by a orphanage for the next 6 years. While the disguise was intended to throw off pursuit, Oroboro discovered that she felt right in this new persona. She spent her adolescence in an orphanage, where her sense of humor and knack for using sleight of hand for embarrassing practical jokes (such as smuggling pornography or other illicit materials into the possession of those who would be most scandalized at being caught with it).<br/>Oroboro discovered his future was far more moldable than he ever realized after meeting a Shelynite who migrated between sexes as other people might migrate between nations. A variety of alchemical concoctions has minimized his masculine traits and allowed Oroboro to grow into womanhood as any young woman would.<br/>Disguise and subterfuge came naturally to Oroboro, this gift led her to the service of her homeland, though he remains tight-lipped as to how. While he admits to being a cynical pragmatist, Orboro dreams of a new, different Empire of Ardain where those who stand outside of the human majority don’t need to hide themselves in shame, though he worries he may be too broken to live in such a world himself.<br/><br/>****<br/>Hello, I have trouble with internet. A technician should come to solve the problem normally. (Wenesday later) I use actually my phone.