Hestia san Ahiru

No mercy.

Name: Hestia san Ahiru

Sex: Female

Age: 21

Position: Hardcore. Demolitions, Stealth, and Assassin-On-Demand

Appearance: Hestia's actual lineage is uncertain, but it favors Mayalan for the most part. She has deep, almost buckskin tan feathers, burnished red hair, and steel gray eyes. She is small and thin, practically diminutive, but still very beautiful. Any males who comment on this are added to her list of victims.

Attire: Hestia wears nothing but black, no matter what the occasion, on the job, training, just about anything else. Even her formal dresses are black.

Accent: Clipped, brisk Remaican (think a female Joe Friday.)

Personality: Two words: No mercy. She is of the opinion that since she was never shown love or compassion, she shouldn't show any to anyone else. She is a violent woman, with an unpredictable temper and a downright cruel sense of humor. Everything is shades of gray to her, or, in some cases, shades of red. She's not a gun to the highest bidder, she's just a gun who does what she wants when she wants too. Authority doesn't sit well with her, and if she gets an order she's likely to do just the opposite, even if she was ordered to do something she originally wanted to do. Some speculate why she even stays in the Shade; those really close to her (yes, there *are* a few of those) know that, despite her attitude problem, she loves the Shade and is fiercely loyal to it, more loyal than she's ever been to anything. There are those who question her loyalty, and while she admits that she's never had any great love of anything before, she staunchly maintains that the Shade is her home now and nothing would change that. She's not afraid of letting her face be seen by her victims, they never live long enough to tell anyone what she looks like.

History: Hestia's history is shocking, even for a thief. Her parents hated her, thought of her as a 'mistake that should never have been made,' and never missed an opportunity to tell her that. In fact, they would have gotten an abortion, but they were both wanted by the police and couldn't risk going into a clinic.

So, Hestia was born, and a few other thieves dropped in occasionally to keep the newborn alive. She started stealing almost as soon as she could walk; her parents never knew or cared where she was. They never sent her to school, but she had a hunger to learn, so she frequently crawled through school air vents and listened in on classes. She was an extremely intelligent child and picked up on things quickly--including how to take what wasn't hers. When she couldn't sneak into classes she spent her days in movie houses or just stealing food from wherever she could. Time went by and somehow she kept herself alive, though she was extremely small from malnutrition. Anger characterized her, anger and bitterness at everything and everyone she saw.

Someone picked up on her when she was still only fifteen and asked her if she'd like to do a 'job' to earn a little money, she of course said yes. Her job? Kill a target. She did her job, though a little repulsed by it, and her beginnings as an assassin were well underway. She killed quickly, silently, painlessly--and without mercy.

This went on for three years, until one night, on her 18th birthday, she was commissioned for a 'special job.' It wasn't until after she'd earned her money she found out her 'special job' had been her parents--she'd celebrated her coming of age by destroying those who'd given her life.

That was when she really started to take a look at herself, and she was mildly disgusted by what she saw. She went to her employer and told him bluntly that she would only to do one more job before quitting. When he asked who the last job was, she replied, "You," slit his throat, and calmly walked out.

A few months later she was stealing some jewelry from a museum when she crossed swords, literally, with a Cartha Phagan, and rather than kill each other Cartha agreed to take the younger woman back to the Shades. Hestia agreed reluctantly, since she didn't like to be given orders, but came along and hasn't looked back since.

Weaponry: Anything sharp and pointy (i.e. swords) or anything that explodes (that includes big guns.)

Likes: Her guns and swords, and, though she'd never admit it, the Shades.

Dislikes: Her parents and their memory, being given orders, authority, men, and being pegged.

Overheard:

"Face the wall, now! Hands where I can see 'em and don't try anything cute! This'll only hurt for a second."

"See this? This a gun. See this? This a gun pointed at your head. Now, just hand over those jewels nice and quiet like and I won't have to scatter your brains over several feet of floor space. Do we understand each other? Good."

"Did you just call me 'baby'? Hold still and I'll make sure you can't ever have one."

Said of her--"Since when does a thief sound so much like a cop?"

Know Your Friends (Back to the Shade Profiles)
Shade Lair (Back to the Shade Lair--duh.)
Know Your Enemies (Back to the Brotherhood)

To visit Rebecca, Hestia's creator, just click this way... Rebecca's Duck Page

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So NO STEALING! WE'RE the thieves, NOT you! ;o)

*I* made the page. Me. Starsong. Not Leila. So there. ;o) Ok, so I copied her format...so what.

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