Arcadia Shopka

Overview
Full biography found here.

Appearance
Hair: Black

Skin: Pale white

Eyes: Grey

Height: 5’6

Weight: 180 pounds

Body Type: Thicc

Personality
Arcadia grew up in the Westerlands, so has a bit of brutality and cunning associated in the deep of the deadwoods, and a single minded focus in doing her tasks. She is hard to startle, quick to anger and holds grudges for life. Her family has had a strong tradition of military service, knighthood, and dislike for mages, but she does not show it with her pampered look, she trains nearly everyday with a tight lipped sergeant of the city guard in the manners of swordsmanship.

Abilities & Proficiencies
Fighting Style: Walcottian Shuffle and peek-a-boo boxing. A style of fighting that uses feints, head movement, rhythm manipulation and footwork to lure, ambush and fight opponents on the back foot.

Weapon Proficiencies: Heavy gauntlets ( Not a writing error ).

Magic: Mage-breaker. A passing knowledge of it, enough to ambush and kill a mage.

History
The streets of Pveth can be quite dangerous for all manner of people, from the docks to the Deadwood forest, there is an unease in the air as the other cities grow in wealth, pirates flood the wharfs and outlying coasts, and east across the desert there are rumblings of war. Growing up in this constant flux was Arcadia Shopka, a courtesan ( Old definition ) of the Pveth royal court.

Her father was one such seedy individual, using props, disguises, wit and business to extort and rob those who had confidence in him. He was a bastard, a man to rival any actor or rogue in cunning, a double crosser and biggest of assholes, only to disappear, lay around for a while, all the while spending others' hard earned cash. His guile was not lost on Arcadia, and she used the skills from being his second to betray the royals with their own eyes and ears. He is retired comfortably in the Deadwoods, with several servants and guards.

Though not of royal blood herself, her reputation as a rogue, courtesan and purveyor of information became something of a topic, as people tried to vye for her knowledge, information and sometimes wisdom when the cards were right. Through political maneuverings, she became a whisperer to high lords and ladies alike, gaining trust throughout the system of government and trade.

You cannot lean on your mind for everything, and she secretly trains three times a week with a certain captain of the city guard to refine her skills against assassination, and is known to employ several herself. Her soft looks are even another deception on top of her already dozen or so layers of deceit.