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Character Name: Echeveria Tiovonen

I am a prodigy, the ideal child born and raised by the Resistance. I was literally raised by a village. Well, more like a violent underground society; same difference.

Entry One:
It was her eleventh birthday.

The girl stood on the wiry branch of an oak, covered from head to toe in a black body suit, twirling a blade with an intricate blue handle in her left hand.
This was the first time, and she was not going to fail.

Before she descended from her perch in the shriveled tree, she had secured a white mask that concealed everything but her lips, which were blue in the cold November air. The knife steady in her hand, her mind guided her body through the streets, stealthily avoiding eyes of bystanders.

Then she found herself on tiptoes, barely falling hundreds of feet down thanks to a ledge an inch in length. She unlocked the window in front of her and slid in to sit much more comfortably on its sill.

The man with skin pale as ivory was awake, reading a book while sitting in a wobbly chair by the kitchen table.

"You could have knocked, sweetie." He yawned, his eyes weary.

She did not respond.

The man looked up; his face paled to an impossible whiteness; it resembled the landscapes of snow and
ice the assassin had seen in old photographs. "Oh."

She drew out her knife, which had been made by the very man she had been assigned to kill.

"I see you're on your first assignment." He grinned spite himself. "You're going to be a wonderful Resistance member, Veria. Just like your mother."

The blue lips of the girl made a slight curve; almost a smile. "I know, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you, too; don't forget that Veria."

They embraced in a fatal hug. His death was quick and, hopefully, painless as possible.

Her mask fell to the floor, and tears fell from the girl's eyes.

She cried into her father's shoulder, blood smearing on her cheek.

She had not failed.

Entry One Response:

Yeah, yeah, I said I had to go. And I'm about to go. Anyway, she'd do well on the Council if she didn't hate the Council. . . .Maybe if it's still around when she's a bit older? Maybe. IDK

RE: Entry One Response:
Haha, yeah. She'd do well on either side, much like her sister. I mean, If the Resistance had fooled the Council to believe Devon Nyx dead, or hadn't been fooled by the council and got her to be a spy, I'm sure she'd take their side.

RE:RE Entry One Response:

Maybe. I suppose they're both a bit psycho/socio. I think the Council does fit Devon Nyx a bit better than the Resistance would have, just because the people there are as psycho as she is.

RE:RE:RE Entry One Response:
Well, Echeveria is crazy loyal to the Resistance as you can tell. They are more family to her than her own father. (however, he probably knows a thing or two about the Resistance or was thought to be disloyal; I should probably give him a name and edit him into Eche's profile)

RE:RE:RE:RE Entry One Response:

Touche. So she views the Resistance basically the way Devon Nyx views the Council (though for Devon Nyx, it's friends, not family). Yeah, you probably ought to. What's the dad's story?

RE:RE:RE:RE:RE Entry One Response:
Right now I think he was part of the Resistance, but there was enough reason to doubt his loyalty that they decided he had to die. That's all I got right now.

RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE Entry One Response:

Okay. . . .How did he treat Echy?