Character name: Klio Doome
Age: 25

Description: Blessed with a slim, lithe figure, Klio Doome stands some five feet six inches tall, with a mane of raven hair that may be allowed to tumble loose about her shoulders or may be held in whatever style pleases her dependent on which face she is wearing at any given time. Her eyes, too, seem to vary in color, although more than one observer has been known to swear that one of her eyes is emerald while the other is blue, on account of the fact that she suffers from heterochromia.

When not wearing a mask she is commonly attired in black leathers, carries varies blades, some obvious, some less so. Any who should see her without her clothing would note that her skin is alabaster, has two blemishes, one a faint scar that runs across her stomach, the other a mark on her left thigh, a circle, with lines radiating out from it, much like a sunburst, its lines clean, even, most likely branded into her flesh at some point in the past.

Personality: Like the many faced masks that she wears Klio Doome’s personality can take on different facets when it is necessary but underneath all of the mask and illusion the true Klio Doome is a cold and dispassionate killer, one who sees mercy and kindness as weaknesses, and she will allow herself no weaknesses. Nor does she allow herself to become close to others, instead maintaining a solitary almost ascetic aloofness.

History: Klio Doome has little memory of her life before the House Of Many Masks. Vague snippets here and there, images of those who might have been her mother and father, a home, memories of being hungry, always being hungry, then vivid recollections of the man who might have been her father taking her somewhere, after which she never saw her home again. Or her mother and father. Her parents had sold her for a handful of coin. One less mouth to feed.

The House Of Many Masks became her home. Within its walls she learned many things. She learned how to pretend to be someone that she was not, how to change her appearance, with cosmetics and hair dye and such like, or by changing her hair style, by adopting a different accent. She learned how to speak different tongues, how to play the harp, how to dance as seductively as any slave or whore, how to give pleasure.

And she learned how to kill. Oh, she learned many ways to kill. Quick ways and slow ways. She enjoyed the slow ways the best. The House of Many Masks taught her where to strike with a blade to ensure death was immediate, how to use her lips to administer doses of poison that would ensure her victim died a slow and excruciatingly painful death. How to torture a captive for information in such a way to cause maximum pain while ensuring the subject did not die. Klio enjoyed those lessons very much.

Throughout her training she was paired with another, a man named Kaleb, for such was the way of the House Of Many Masks, each apprentice was paired with another. Over time she and Kaleb became close, eventually becoming lovers. But only one could complete the training to become a wearer of many masks, a trained killer, whose skills and talents were available to any that could afford them. And those skills did not come cheaply.

When Kaleb and Klio left the House Of Many Masks it was known that only one would return alive. That one was Klio, though her belly had been almost cut open by the tip of a blade. Collapsing at the feet of the one who was known as the Master Of The Many Masks, she told him that Kaleb was dead, slain at her hand. She had her first kill. It would not be her last.