Name: Cheyenne Tyler Fordyce

Birthdate: Decemeber 20th, 1983

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Race: Human as far as anyone knows.

Place of Origin: Streets of Rhy'din as far as anyone knows.

Resides at: Fordyce Estates

Profession: Thief, Vigilante, Bodyguard, Assasin

Marital Status: Single

Nicknames: Rogue, Chey

Weapons: Ivory handled whip, numerous daggers and a magical prowess that few if any have any knowledge of.

Appearance: 5'6" tall, with wavy blonde hair that flows down to the middle of her back, icey blue eyes that hide most everything that she's feeling or thinking, ivory skin is like silk to the touch. She's often found wearing her floor-length black leather trenchcoat that has a split tail and many hidden pockets. Beneath that you'd find that her wardrobe is pretty simple. Tight leather pants, oh she owns so many of those! And varying tube tops and/or tank tops on her person, all fitting to her shapely form. Around her waist is one chain made to look like three, that she is never without. On her right hip is a coiled black leather whip with three razor sharp heads and an ivory handle. Hidden on her person are a number of different hand held daggers and throwing daggers. Her pride and joys are hidden, but with a slight movement they're palmed.

Very few if any would ever be privy to know that she now carries a scar that rides her right ribcage, it's roughly four inches in length and it was another Kiss with Death that she'd manage to walk away from. On her outer right ankle she bears a magical brand of her true heritage - A black rose with two serpents wrapped around the rose and a dagger pointed downwards through the middle.

Skills: Fighting, killing, surviving, assassination. She can adapt to any situation, changing her demeanor, appearance, language, attitude. You'll never hear her coming...you'll never see the blade coming for you until it's much to late.

Background: ~Coming soon~