Ammelath

Smaller_Ammelath_Header.jpg"
There are two sides to every coin. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step and the complexity of any female, any where is as layered as an onion. All interesting sentiments and metaphors with little or no relevance to what is going on here. I simply thought it would be interesting to say them. Now... I am Ammelath and before you ask I have no name other than that. Or at least if I do I don't remember it.

Now, I mentioned the two sides to every coin thing simply because I'm going to tell you a little bit about myself. Then... I'm going to let someone else tell the rest. I hear she does this kind of thing often, and does it fairly well. On top of all of that she's agreed to do it for free. Well... actually... she's done this for me on the condition that I never rob or cheat her ever again, but since there are many more (richer) fish in the sea, I think I can deal with that.

About Myself
Now... my name you already know; Ammelath, with no name other than my first. I am twenty years old, or at least I believe that I am no more than twenty, and as you can probably guess from my vivacious and extremely sharp wit, I am a woman. I suppose I am fairly good looking. I have often been told so, but since I am not in the habit of stopping before every looking glass I come across to check, I'll just have to take their word for it. There's no time for things like that anyway.

Myself
I'm a hard worker. If anybody tells you different be sure to let me know... so I can visit them and relieve them of the crushing weight of all their possessions. I worked hard to get to where I am now, a well respected member of society with enough tucked away to be... comfortable. I will not shirk away from hard work and believe firmly that if one wants something, one must work hard to get it.

My Past
Filled with holes. A bit like that strange cheese you sometimes get. My mind is a swirling vortex of vast... emptiness...

Memory_Abyss.jpg

I'll take you back to my first memory simply because that seems a simple, normal place to start. My first memory; let's see....
My first memory was waking up in the middle of Puerto Verde, wearing barely a scrap of clothing on with a raging headache. Needless to say I was not pleased, and neither were the people standing over me. Well, one man seemed very pleased, but for another set of reasons that I'd really rather not go into. That was perhaps three years ago, maybe five. Since then I have worked my way along, travelling, stealing, getting to know people, all the while trying to figure out where the hell I came from. Puerto Verde is a port city after all, it is very possible that I'm not from here at all and instead, came in on a ship from somewhere else. Who can tell?

Weapons
I do have a dagger I'm particularly fond of. I had that on me when I woke up that first time in Puerto Verde. I suppose it's a clue as to what my past is all about but, but for now its got a good sharp edge and it fits snugly into my boot or at my back. Oh, there is a short sword too, and a crossbow, but those are things a girl has to have in this day and age.

There... that's my bit done. Over to you Ileandra....

Name
Ammelath

Age
20
Gender
Female
Appearance
Ammelath stands at 5'8 with long dark hair, usually untidily tied up and out of her face. Her large, dark eyes with flash with the dangerous red-orange glow of fire if she is at full strength and health, gleaming in her face like twin torches.

---

You certainly have a gift for the gab don't you? well put.
Don't interrupt please.
Oh, I do beg your pardon!
Of slim build, Ammelath usually wears non descript clothes in plain colours, usually dark with many pockets hung about for storing her bits and bobs in. She is also very good looking; legacy perhaps of that tiny trace of succubus blood in her which has trickled down the bloodlines and flowered here in the form of a young woman of notable beauty who is not about using her assets for her own gain.

Personality
To sum it up; dark and sneaky. Not above using her looks to get what she wants, Ammelath definitely has no qualms against lying and cheating to get what she needs. Though she may believe she is well respected in Puerto Verde, those who know her at all, know that she is not in the least bit to be trusted.

---

You're not painting a great picture of me, you know.
Its the truth.
I suppose.

---

This teifling has little or no respect at all for authority figures, seeing them as obstacles which must be crossed, or indeed a challenge or game to be played at her earliest possible convenience. Her goal, undoubtedly, is nothing more than her own pleasure, her own advancement and her own safety. Ammelath is very much a hard worker, but only in that she will work diligently towards what she wants and her own end game, be that robbing the
richest Halfling in town, or something as simple as getting a free drink in the local tavern. This girl will seldom stop until she has achieved her goal and though there is a cheerful, playful side to her, it can just as easily turn into something dark, malicious and vindictive, as sudden as a turn in the weather.

Background
Unfortunately there is little more to say than what Ammelath so eloquently said herself. Her memory is punchered by dark spots and empty spaces; filled with vast, dark empty holes. There are vague memories of easily coming to know and understand her skills as a thief and the realisation that her own natural ability must come from something else, something instinctive, or something she learned in a time before that she is able to recall.

This natural 'talent' however, for deception, lies and trickery proved to be great fun and one of the first things Ammelath did, after waking up that day, was steal one of these Cuernos that people put so much stock and faith in. At first she did not understand, but when it became apparent that folk without these silly little coloured disks of horn are treated with little more respect than the clod of dirt on her boot, she gathered more.

And more. And more. Her vast collection of Curenos allows her to be whoever she wishes at the time, in the service of whoever she might like. She has even, somehow, managed to get her thieving paws on a white Cureno. This is a little gem she keeps hidden at all times, using it only in the most extreme of circumstances (and she has only ever had to pull it out once).

Gifts
Ammelath has many gifts, probably another legacy of the succubus blood somewhere far away in her bloodline. These include her quick hands, her good looks and - so she would say - her sharp tongue. First and foremost of these, however, is her immunity to fire and the fact that contact with this element actually strengthens her in small measures over a period of time. This first came to light in a bar room brawl, which, fortunately she was not a part of. It was necessary, however, for Ammelath to leap out of harms way, and this jump took her feet first into the tavern fire. While her boots and trousers were quickly burnt away her skin and flesh were unharmed. On top of this, on leaving the tavern afterwards, Ammelath found herself followed by a line of long, confused and in some cases, terrified stares from the stunned patrons. It was several hours later before she fully saw why. By chance she happened to pass a looking glass, and there, got a good look at her eyes. There were no whites, no pupils, only the flickering depths of a roaring fire. Needless to stay this frightened Ammelath at first. But she is not the type to be put out by such things and therefore set out to explain to herself, as best she could, this strange phenomenon. This explanation involved many a daring leap into an unguarded farmer's bonfire, playing with torches and burning of small twigs and leaves on the edges of the Ruta Verde. As yet, she has come up with no
suitable explanation. So... she simply accepts it. It is not something she can change and, quite honestly, it is a vast help to her in many situations. It is not in Ammelath's nature to question something which is ultimately of use to her.

---