Merida

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THE AMAZING ASSASSIN (STATS)
Name: Merida
Age: Classified
Gender: Female (but has the skills to crossdress)
Race: Demon Fae
Class: Spy

Description: Merida is a tall, curvy woman with long red hair. Her demon heritage runs toward bat-features, with pointy ears, a scrunched up nose and sharp but tiny fangs. Her fae heritage gave her iridescent purple wings and milk-white eyes that make it impossible to know just what she's looking at. Both of the lineages combined gave her an exceptional set of magical skills and a high intelligence that helps her in her work.
Personality: Merida has trained herself to withstand the pitfalls of her heritage. She knows how to suppress her anger outburst, to temper her lust and to focus on the less pleasant sides of a job. She presents herself as a suave, cultured person and keeps those less desirable features of her personality hidden, to be indulged in secret. So far this tactic has worked for her and she has risen quite high in the ranks of her organisation. Merida abhors boredom so she often looks for extra work. 
Skills: 
   * Surveillance 
   * Intelligence 
   * Assassination 
   * Lock-picking
Magical Abilities: 
   * Mind Fog: the ability to cloud another's mind, making them very easy to manipulate 
   * Fire Magic: the ability to control fire, she can also call forth small flames 
   * Illusion Magic: the ability to mess with perception of others (hide in plain sight, cloak or obscure items) 
   * Minor Teleportation: the ability to hop from one place to another (limited to places in sight, cooldown 1 hour) 
   * Corrupt: the ability to make others give in to their desires
Pets: Has her own little demons to entertain her, though they also try to lure her on the path of destruction. 

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A BRIEF BIO
Merida was born as the result of a hot (quite literal) one night stand between a male demon and a female fae. Neither had believed they would be able to produce offspring and in all likelihood, her father probably was still in the dark about that. Merida didn't even know his name as her mother had not shared that information with her. 
As a young child, Merida grew up in the Fae realm but her impulsive nature landed her in a lot of trouble and caused other fae to steer clear of her. There really wasn't anyone around who could teach her how to handle her demon abilities so she had to learn on her own. When those powers included fire magic and corruption that was quite a dangerous direction of self study. 
Very soon, Merida retreated to places that were desolate and as soon as she was old enough to travel on her own, she left her mother and home and ventured into the mortal realm. She saw many places, met many people and in the process honed her people, fae and demon skills. That skillset landed her a job at a secret organisation specialising in spying and obstacle removal (aka assassination). 

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MISSION 1: THE CHARMING CHANGELING AND THE CLANDESTINE CAR CHASE
"How did I get in this mess?" Merida asked herself as she hung out of a car window trying to hit the tires of the car in front. 
Her day had started out like usual, relaxing with a cup of hot milk and some fresh fruits. A message had appeared in her mailbox and her heart had raced when she'd seen the mission logo. To anyone else it looked like a very dull envelope that would probably house a bill, but Merida had been told what to look for. She'd impatiently ripped open the envelope and had read her assignment. It would be her first and as such was rather straightforward. She'd just need to be at the right place at the right time to receive a package that she would then need to drop off at the specified place. 
The entire mission had read like a test and Merida had not expected the mission to actually be real. But clearly it was because no matter how thorough they were about job-screening, this was going a bit too far. Her mark had dropped dead in front of her and the package had been snatched by a passing man, probably the killer. The man had hopped in a car and Merida was now chasing him in a vehicle driven by a nice old lady who had not been able to withstand her mind fog. For an old lady the woman sure had the skills to drive.
"That suspension is amazing." Merida uttered, thankful that it helped to aim.
"That's for my back, dear." the old lady supplied. 
Merida returned to her shooting and was pleased to see her bullets hit. The car swerved and slowed. Merida and her driver halted next to it.
"Destroy them!" one of her tiny demons squealed before she smothered him. 
Merida took a few shots for good measure anyway. She hadn't been instructed to take hostages. After she was certain that nobody would put up any resistance, she opened the car door, got out any valuables, bags and packages and deposited them in her commandeered car. 
"Oooh shinies!" another little demon whispered.
"Take it away, Agatha." she instructed and it was smooth sailing all the way to her rendez-vous point. 

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MISSION2: DANGEROUS DEALINGS WITH DRAGONS
Merida dressed according to the information she had received. Internally she gave the outfit a weird look, but externally she looked as unfazed as usual. She put on the studded, preformed bralette with the faux-fur edging and hitched up the matching skirt with the impossibly high split. At least she'd be able to run in it, something she wouldn't have been able to had the split not been as high. Carefully constructed pockets concealed an array of weapons. Two handguns, a couple of knives and daggers and even a few throwing stars. 
The half fae, half demon fluttered her iridescent wings. The bralette left her back bare and gave her wings the freedom they needed. She would also be able to fly if need be. Most people figured her wings were just for show but they'd be wrong. A choker around her neck kept her top up and though she didn't quite enjoy the fastening, she could not do without it unless she wanted to shock the public. 
"Yes... shock them!" a tiny voice sounded from her left shoulder.
"That would endanger the mission." Merida dismissed the little demon.
They were kind of like guides, only she wasn't a full demon and had worked long and hard to be able to suppress her inner voices. So far, her three tiny demons seemed not all that bothered by her refusal to do their bidding and she actually quite enjoyed their companionship. 
After she'd changed, Merida took the little 3d recorded message prism out and activated it. Lights appeared and after an initial bit of static, a shadowy figure appeared and a metallic voice spoke:
"Greetings, Agent M062. Today you will head out to Club Cirrus. Your attire and equipment has been carefully selected and you will be approached by an agent who you will work with. The other agent will ask you for a spoon, please reply that all you can offer them is a butter knife. The agent will identify themselves and you should be able to get the rest of the information from them. Be aware that failure of this mission will result in catastrophic consequences that could harm the nation and it's citizens. This message will auto-delete. Please recycle the message prism through the usual channel."
There'd been a time when message self-destructed but people no longer wasted precious resources. But still, the prisms were an upgrade from the written messages of her early days and far more secure. 
"Oooh, burn it!" her second little demon pleaded.
"No." she told it and let it sulk.
Merida had bigger things on her mind. As usual she had hardly been given any instructions. The other agent better be good or she would quit. But who was she kidding? She'd never quit, but she would probably destroy another pillow or two to quench her anger and frustration. 
Walking into the club, Merida felt like she was actually dressed to blend in quite well, surprisingly enough. She sashayed toward the bar and sat on one of the bar stools. Within seconds a bartended came to take her order and a minute later she was sipping a bright orange cocktail from a glass with an umbrella. It didn't take long for someone to take the seat beside her and start talking which told her that her colleague had been briefed better.
"Maybe hurt him as punishment?" one of her demons suggested.
"Good evening, might you have a spoon?" a resonant voice asked her.
"I'm sorry to say I'm only carrying a butter knife." Merida flirted back. 
She had been surprised to see a long serpentine dragon beside her but she was a demon fae, she shouldn't judge. 
"Oh but we do judge!" the feistiest of her little demons singsonged. 
"Take him out for a bit of fun!" the most seductive suggested.
"Use him for all he's worth!" the greediest of the three added.
"It seems I met the right person, would you join me to somewhere more private?" the dragon crooned.
Merida nodded and followed the dragon to the back of the club, then through a small hallways that seemed to dim the further they got.When they were nearly surrounded by a cloak of darkness, the dragon - Maroq - told her what he knew:
"We were matched to take on a series of missions. The agency will contact us in a couple of days. But tonight we get to know each other and see if we can work together."
Merida felt a bit peeved. Why did Maroq know this much and she'd been left in the dark? Something fishy was going on and she didn't like it one bit. Her little demons weren't helping either, something had got them in a tizzy and they were much more vocal than usual:
"Shred a couple of pillows!" 
"Hurt him! Hurt him! Make him bleed!"
"Ask him to let us ride him. Please."
"I can provide a few pillows... and a ride." Maroq provided.
"You're a mindreader." Merida hissed.
"Most dragons are. Especially when they feel they are compatible with the other."
"Oh?"
"The agency didn't give me more information than you. It's just that dragons are picky about their bonds. I've been through this process before. But I feel that with you it might be pleasurable to team up."
Merida considered his words. But having a dragon companion was pretty cool... and she'd be getting that ride. 

Maroq hatched at Mirrus Fortress

THE EVIL EYE (STATS)
Name: Maroq Ilin’Rathaki
Gender: Male
Species: Elemental Spirit / Saurake / Dragon Mutt
Parents: Heliotrope x Skadoian Ilin'Rathaki
Size: 15-25’ long
Abilities:
     *Control Darkness: The ability to control and manipulate darkness.
     *Create Darkness: The ability to create darkness from nothing.
     *Telepathy: The ability to communicate mind-to-mind.
     *Verbal Speech: The ability to communicate in spoken words.
     *Telekinesis: The ability to move and manipulate objects with their mind.

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MISSION3: FABULOUS FLIGHT
Years had gone by and the unusual duo had completed dozens of missions. Enough so that they'd earned a vacation. But let that be the words Merida dreaded the most. Vacations were all boredom and agony. Nothing to do but rest, nothing to see but places she'd been before. 
"Can't we work? I like the excitement." Merida whined.
"Well there is one thing we could do." Maroq mused.
"Oh?"
"How about we go for a ride and I'll show you a place you could take us to."
The two had learned early on that Maroq's telepathy worked well with Merida's teleportation ability. There was literally no place they couldn't go as long as Maroq could envision it. Merida wondered if that was how her ability was supposed to be used. She'd never tried it as such before Maroq had suggested it. 
Merida followed her dragon out, mounted and waited for the image he would project. When it came, it sent a thrill down her spine. Other flying dragons and a rush of excitement as they chased each other in a race to claim a female. 
"Let's go!" she shouted and winked them away. 

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