Fallenstre Vamond - The Butterfly Assassin
Name: Fallenstre Vamond (Fahl-LEHN-strah Va-MOND); answers to Len, Vamond, and/or any of her aliases.
Aliases: The Butterfly Assassin and Silent Wings, among various others her numerous employers have used over the years.
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 140 lbs.
Hair: Pale violet red
Eyes: Rosy brown
Appearance: Len is extremely intimidating upon first glance. She has that tough-as-nails, don’t-you-dare-mess-with-me-if-you-want-to-keep-your-soul-attached-to-your-body look. And she has the prowess to back up her appearance. Her entire body is nearly solid muscle, except for a couple of those uniquely feminine areas, of which she does posses an ample amount and which she is also not bashful about using to her advantage should a situation call for such behavior. Being an assassin by trade, she has the grace and stealth of a hunting cat, and her toned body is constantly ready to spring into action, even when it seems there is no threat present at all.
Len’s pale violet red hair is nearly always pulled back into a ponytail, with a couple medium-sized pieces framing her sharp face. Shorter, uneven bangs partially cover her rosy brown eyes, which are usually either hardened in anger or concentration, or blank and expressionless. Other characteristic features include her perpetually-painted and filed fingernails and the silver ring she almost always wears on her finger.
Black leather usually composes Len’s outfit. And she’s also rather fond of belts. She wears black silk stockings and calf-high, lace-up black boots. While her dress is in actuality a halter-top, she does have sleeves separate from it, which frill out at the ends and partially obscure her hands. Unique pieces of leather are attached to the back of the dress to form a set of fake butterfly wings, her trademark.
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Weapons: Two specially-crafted dagger-class blades, identical in form. One is called Stille (STEEL-ah). The other is called Hemel (Heh-mehl). For an extremely detailed look at the weapons, click
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Armor: None
Abilities:
Iridescent Invocation: Len’s basic supernatural ability. With this, she can conjure hundreds of colorful butterflies to aid her in battle, should she require assistance. The time necessary to complete the summoning depends on how many butterflies she wishes to call forth. If it is but a single one, it takes her barely a second, but should she wish to call hundreds or even thousands to her side, it would take her considerably longer, several minutes, at the least. All her other abilities stem from this one.
Shimmering Sedation: Once Len has successfully summoned a swarm of butterflies, she can command them to put people to sleep using their powdery sedative. A target’s susceptibility to the sedative depends upon how many butterflies are present and how resistant or not a target is to sleep at the time. Once a target has been put to sleep, the swarm can then utilize the following…
Fallacious Fantasy: The conjured butterflies are capable of invading the minds of victims in the thralls of sleep. Once a mind has been penetrated, the swarm can manipulate the target’s dreams based upon what information is available to them in the person’s memories. The possibilities for manipulation are limited only by what isn’t already inside the mind of a victim.
Voracious Vampirism: When Len becomes especially angered, her summoned butterflies will turn extremely aggressive and viciously swarm Len’s opponent(s). In this state, they shed their usually sweet and docile natures and adopt a manner more like unto hunger-crazed vampires, biting and shredding anything in their path with their tiny, temporary fangs. However, it takes a lot to anger Len to the point where her butterflies will undergo this mutation.
Strengths: Without her speed, stealth, and cunning, Len would utterly fail at her profession. She has a brilliantly tactical and analytical mind and is able to keep calm in nearly any situation, even when others panic. When she attacks, she does so with a precision that ensures damage to some extent is done. She is strongest under cover of darkness, when she can use the shadows as launching points for her attacks or to hide in while summoning her butterflies. The night also increases her butterflies’ chances of putting targets to sleep, since most people are more susceptible to dozing off in the late hours.
Weaknesses: Len does not handle physically strong opponents well, most especially if they confront her directly. She much prefers stealth and evasive tactics, rather than blindly charging at an enemy. While most of the time she is cool and collected, Len does have a tendency to allow her temper to flare up when pushed over her personal edge. She isn’t pushed over that edge so easily, but when she is, the resulting storm of indignation can be brutal, most clearly manifested in her butterflies’ Voracious Vampirism ability.
Personality: Len is a quiet person, usually. But that’s not surprising, considering silence is a key element in her trade. She is not prone to random outbursts, nor does she allow her emotions to get in the way of accomplishing her goals. She can be almost painfully blunt, but that does not mean she’s entirely insensitive. It’s just that she chooses not to display any sensitive qualities. Her past has hardened her to the point where she teeters on the edge of not involving herself emotionally with anything anymore. She views any intimate encounters with the opposite sex as just another path to completing her objectives and rarely, if ever, involves herself with anyone just for the sake of pleasure. All her mind focuses on is her work and maintaining her simple lifestyle of killing and then collecting the resulting money from whomever her current employer happens to be.
Bio:
Day 1 (Age 15)
I never thought I’d be the kind of person to sit down and write a journal, but here I am doing it. I feel alone. And unwanted. The monks here finally told me today about how I came to be here in the first place. Some woman—presumably my mother—left me at the gates. Didn’t even give me the courtesy of a basket or a blanket or anything. Just left me naked on the stone steps fifteen years ago, today. One of the monks said he’d recognized the woman as she’d run off into the jungle. He called her a “lady of the night,” as though trying to be cryptic so I wouldn’t understand. How little they think of me. I know what a whore she was. I was just another unwanted child, a mistake. A terrible mistake…
Day 6 (Age 15)
It’s been a few days since I last sat here with you, beneath this ripening cherry blossom tree. Life here at the monastery is pretty…boring. The monks do nothing but meditate and chant all day. Things I could do without. I desperately need some excitement. Something to make my mind stop lingering on the feelings of loneliness. I heard a couple of the monks talking about some secret place nearby. It sounded promising, at any rate. I think I’ll pay it a visit tomorrow…
Day 20 (Age 15)
I’ve been in a coma for two weeks…just now gotten my strength up enough to write again. That place…there was something there. Something…that attacked me. But it wasn’t real…or was it? Even now, the details are fuzzy in my brain. But ever since I’ve awakened, I’ve felt strange. And the monks won’t stop whispering furtively behind my back, even though I know they do it. The only visible evidence that anything happened to me is this scar that runs straight down the center of my body. Which I know wasn’t there before. I suspect the monks are going to throw me out soon in fear of me. Something’s happened to me, and I don’t even know what…
Day 1 (Age 21)
The last five years have taught me something. And nothing at all, at the same time. I found that I enjoy what I do. So much that I’m no longer as appalled as I was the first time I professionally killed a man. It’s like second nature to me. They call me The Butterfly Assassin. Oh, yeah. I found out what really happened to me that day in the secret grove just outside the monastery. I inadvertently wandered into the sanctuary of the resident forest god. Its name escapes me at the moment, but I don’t really care. It seems it took pity on me and bestowed me with this “gift” I now possess—the ability to conjure butterflies at will. Hence the name by which I’m known. No one knows my real name. But rumors of my deeds—or misdeeds, as many might say—are whispered around faster than a spark erupts into a full-fledged conflagration. I’ve turned into my own, personalized version of a “lady of the night.” If I cared anymore, I’d probably think my mother would be proud of me.
Day 66 (Age 21)
I found a new employer today. Or…rather, he found me. I sensed there was something strange about him from the start, but I didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t until after we’d sealed our business deal in the bed in his quite lavish hotel room that I realized just what I was dealing with. An incubus. He intrigued me, to say the least. And I can’t say I wouldn’t mind helping to satisfy his appetite more often. Although, I don’t know if that’s just the mild hypnosis I know he used on me talking. Somehow (I’m still not entirely remembering all of this with full clarity), he persuaded me to be in his full-time employ. Or…at least to drop everything else and answer his summons when he needed my services—or my blades. I asked him how I was supposed to know it was him calling for me. He gave me a darkly amused smile and told me I’d know him by his name. Lucilius…
Battles:
Azazel's Stone (In progress)