Ryleigh

In the moonlit silence of the night, she emerges—a figure draped in mystery and shadow. Her black hair flows like a waterfall of darkness, partially concealed by a sleek black mask that only adds to her allure. In her hand, a sword gleams with a deadly promise, its edge as sharp as her focus. The white fur coat she wears seems almost out of place, a striking contrast to the lethal aura she exudes. She is the Silent Blade, the Whispered Death, an assassin whose name is spoken only in hushed tones. Her targets never see her coming, and those who do never live to tell the tale. Beneath her cold, calculating exterior lies a woman with a past shrouded in secrecy, her heart a fortress of solitude. Yet, in the quiet moments between missions, a flicker of something deeper—regret, longing, or perhaps a distant memory—shines through her guarded eyes. She is a woman of few words, but her actions speak volumes, painting a picture of a life lived in the shadows, forever on the edge of discovery.