Hehe, nothing against selfish bitches :).<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Crimson Dancer</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright"><strong>Damvir a.c.a The Crimsom Dancer</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2172160)<br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6c/3a/2e/6c3a2e802c23a6b6988a95ed8b9b1ea2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Background</strong></span><br/><br/>The man who will one day called <em>The Crimson Dancer</em> was once a young boy who grew up in a traveling wagon with traveling parents which he barely remembers, but he does remember wagon being attacked by raiders and then he was carried off by strange men and then sold in streets. No idea of the fate of father nor mother, but he was purchased by an old man, whom he later learned to be uncle Joseph (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/totalwar-ar/images/b/ba/Altair.png/revision/latest?cb=20131230220144) and he gave the boy a name; Damvir. Along Damvir there was other kids, all less in age than six. They grew up together, given lessons, assignments. Some done specific manner, all innocent but long run each child was since five years or less old taught assassination arts. The way you poked holes onto pumpkin? Stabbing techniques to torture someone for information. The way how to pick rocks and carry them across the yard? Muscle training to move silently across the field of acorns while carrying your body weight in rocks, so thus capable carrying body.<br/><br/>Damvir and others became aware of the nature of training since the age of ten, where real training started. Food was denied; you had to fight for it or steal it. Or find secret stashes in the house where you were forbidden from leaving. Food was reduced gradually, leaving a sense of starvation and reaching point where you gained only more food through eliminating a number of eaters.....and after that, it grew ugly until five kids remained. Then all five kids were thrown into a dungeon, a labyrinth maze where haunting whispers taunted them, tormented them and misled them. Starving, weak and broken. Then, a whisper would come each kid, promising power for them to endure if they pledge themselves an oath to Night Mother (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/1e/66/dc1e66c4da53bda46d5ad762c4eef69d.jpg), a female <em>demon lord</em>. Blood flower, mistress of skulls, knife kisser, blood clad bride, shadow lover. All variable titles to her, she promised nourishment to them, a chance to survive, if they all willingly embrace her. Four of five did embrace her and her gift was ravenous hunger, dark hunger, which gave them power and adrenaline to hunt and chase the three others, any three, for a <em>meal</em>. The act of hunting and feasting on killer's flesh, was blood rite, initiation, to become her disciples.<br/><br/>Damvir and young girl succeeded to hunt, and uncle Joseph then raised them from then on, training further while assigning them actual jobs while revering and doing rites to Night Mother. Working for the Guild, greedy merchants and others with coin, to do art of the hunt and killing. Damvir carved ritual scars onto his body and then starting to hear Night Mother's soothing voice and songs, driving his mind mad from visions and voices and only find calm when in the hunt and bloodying his blades. If he goes on without killing too long, the Mother would grow impatient and upset and start haunt and torment Damvir. He shared the burdens and pains with his partner, a young girl and fellow pupil Chern (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d9/85/5e/d9855e4e638d2bd0cd8bfc6a28edf7b2.jpg), finding comfort each other's company and even intimately find calm in a carnal passion they shared. However, there was final rite before they would graduate full assassins; kill each other.<br/><br/>Uncle Joseph send Damvir on the mission, but during mission encountered Chern and she told they are going to battle to the death. As uncle Joseph desired best and ultimate assassin. All hardships, training and life so far; led to that moment. Neither one hesitated, both fought their best but in end it was Damvir's blades which found purchase on Chern's body and flesh, drinking on her lifeblood as she died. Uncle Joseph was pleased, as he finally found assassin who was even capable of killing one whom it loved and thus Damvir was perfect....but much to uncle Joseph's surprise as he found Damvir's blades through him, as Damvir whispered to him; "I did care for Chern and lusted her, but I never <em>loved</em> her. I loved <em>you</em>, uncle Joseph, a father figure replace one which was stolen from me." Thus that way Damvir graduated from his mentor, becoming an assassin and the way how he moves in battle while dressed on dark crimson cloak and leather armor he is called The Crimson Dancer in the underworld.<br/></div></div>