Ansul Mizorel

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Ansul Mizorel

A woman arrives at the gates of the greatgaunt wearing a silk purple hooded cloak over finely crafted and wonderfully designed black and silver platemail. She leans heavy on a vile looking scythe that is currently acting as a walking stick as she walks to the inn her head turning from left to right as if surveying her surroundings. She has the look of a seasoned warrior. From under her hood a malicious and somewhat arrogant grin seems glued to her face, but this is about all that can be seen of her face as she turns from the inn. Slowly makes her way over to the board that displays the many laws of the gaunt and surrounding area of cormyr. She leans heavy on the scythe as she takes a few moment to read. One would also notice she displays the symbol of hoar.

Stands 5' 4"
Str - 14 (base)
Con - 14
Cha - 8

(If hood is removed would notice)
Glacial Blue Eyes and Platium Blonde Hair
Her right cheek is badly scared as if she had a blade nearly took her head off, but to her luck it just left her with a permanent sinister grin. The scar starts at the top of her right eye and runs down across her eye, right cheek, down under right side of chin and curves across her throat to the left side of her neck.

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Born in Amn on a small farm in Purskul where her parents grew wheat and hops. Not much is prominent within her early years other then she was draw to her father more then her mother a bond that was greater then usual. No matter where her father was. Even as young as two she could always find him and often did to her fathers surprise. This was never a concern till she was in her eighth year of life when she was told to tend to the fields as her mother and father had to leave for a bit. She did what they asked though as she prepared to leave for the field she saw her parents leaving on horseback with four other rather shady individuals. She followed on foot and draw by some strange means to those that left with her father. After a short while she found that she was draw into the woods knowing that she was told the woods where dangerous and was told never to enter she followed without fear. She continued as the sun fell and the forest grew dark to a clearing where she found her parents and many others. They stood in a circle chanting in some strange fashion a ritual of some sort and a man stood in the middle holding up a staff that glowed bright purple in the darkness and shadows of the forest. As she watched this man looked directly to her and although she new she was not to be there and had been seen she was not afraid and she meet his eyes. The man had a sinister smile upon his face and she heard him speak yet his lips did not move but what was said was clear. " You do not belong her yet my child go back to your fields for your time will come" In a harsh tone " return at once or you shall be punished". She turned and fell from that place and the voice of the man nearly killing herself running back to her house not knowing if he or the others where to follow. More and more times her parents had to leave while she tended the fields with her scythe cutting the wheat and hops and making it ready for sale. Leaving her with only the ravens that gathered to pick at the fields. Ansul's parents returning later and later into the night.

Upon her 13th birthday she was called into the house from the field where she meet the four strangers that she had seen coming and going over the years. One of the men was the one that spoke to her with that black staff. An ornate gem resting at the top. The stone let out a slight purple light that seemed to dance on the walls within the poorly lit room. As she entered he removed his hood "hello my dear Ansul today you begin your apprenticeship. I have been watching you over the years as you have grown and how quickly you seem to learn and accomplish any task given to you." She remained still and silent remembering the words spoken to her so long ago. " You will come with me and learn your new place within this world " Ansul looked to her parents and again she heard a voice sinister and harsh within her mind. " they have no say in this you will follow and learn your place or you shall be made aware of what agony I can put you through" Her parents remained quite, there eyes looking to the floor. Ansul turned to look this stranger in the face and spoke. " I will do as I'm told, but I am not the little girl you scared away so long ago you do not frighten me..." before she could finish he drew a blade and cut her so fast she could not even react " How dare you speak to me in such a tone " he yelled as the blade struck her. At once her vision was blurred red with her own blood and she gasped for air as she could feel her throat filling drowning herself as the edge of the blade had cut through her throat. The pain of the blade and sight of her own blood was short lived as all went black.