Poison Sibyl

Name: Poison Sibyl

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Archetype: Shapeshifter Illusionist

Skin Tone: pale white

Eye Color: Indigo

Hair Color: Bright red

Height: 5' 4

Weight: 134 lbs

Body Type: Slender, fragile looking and slightly curvy

Mother: Victori Malica

Father: Arrow Sibyl

Siblings (if any): (Brother) Serik Sybil (Deceased)

Profession: Gypsy

Talents: Good at pick pocketing; stealing, not getting caught, and dancing

Abilities: Shape shifting into several different forms provided she's fed off of what she changes into while they were still alive (Insert cannibalism here), Uses illusion to her advantage when coming across a foe; putting them into an illusion and efficiently taking care of them

Strengths: Sneaking, stealing, Illusions

Weaknesses: Fighting hyper alert enemies, melee combat, being in open environments with no where to hide

Flaws: Cocky, underestimates her opponents, gets into a lot of trouble, extremely superstitious, draws a lot of attention despite needing to be incognito

Weapon (if any): Two extremely sharp, magically enhanced daggers

Personality: Poison is not one to boast but is secretly extremely cocky; she thinks with just the right flick of the wrist she could take down empires. Despite this she's quite reserved. If you want her to tell you something the information isn't going to come without a price. As a shapeshifter; she is a cannibal and can become quite animalistic when she wants to take the form of another person.
Altogether, at first glance Poison is extremely mysterious; and at a second glance she has too many secrets and not enough places to hide them.

Background: When she was fourteen, her brother Serik and her were in the woods; where Serik was attacked by some wild animals. Poison, who at the time was handy with her Daggers, managed to fight them off, but not before her brother came into critical condition. Before she could go for help, Serik was dead. In a fit of shock and extreme sadness; and not wanting to be without her brother for the rest of her life; she literally ate him.
Thats how Poisons parents found her when they went looking for their children in the woods; bent over her dead brother with his entrails hanging out of her mouth.
Unable to truly overcome the trauma that put her through mentally; being cannibalistic is almost comforting to her now. She left home at 17 with heartfelt goodbyes to her parents to join the Gypsies, where she learned the art of ilusion, sneaking, and theivery at its finest. She works with the gypsies as a part of their street performing crew; as their dancer. She still travels with the caravan today.

RP Example: Poison threw her long red hair back as she danced in the middle of the square. Many eyes gazed upon her as she twirled the ribbon around her body and hit the tamborine against her hip, getting close to men in order to carress their cheek for a moment before sashaying away; the mans coin purse, pocket watch, and expensive looking dagger tucked safely, hidden away in the folds of her colorful dress. No one would assume the gypsy girl; the entertainer herself; had her smoldering eyes set on them not because she took their looks to her fancy; but only because they looked wealthy, as well as a good face not to carress; but to devour and steal.
But that was the Art of a Gypsy; Steal not only your gold and your mead, but your face and identity as well. At least, that was her philosophy.

Notes:
Wears a lot of cloaks with hoods, colorful dresses, and bells for dancing.