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Alternate Reality Ocs pt 2

Because I really like my most adaptable characters and just want to write. First how they are then if I stuck them in your world.
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Ahri - Jericho's student

"Why do you want to be an assassin?" The figure across from Ahri asked. They hid their identity under a mask and concealed clothes. Either way, it seemed wrong to stare or try to make out distinct features. It had been hard enough to find a way to ask to be let into this guild of sorts.

"I need to be stronger." Ahri said.

"What makes you believe that?"

"My brother. He was k-lled for his tails because I couldn't defend him." Ahri didn't dare lie in this room. She wondered how many were watching. Was there a camera somewhere on these darkened walls?

"Did you get revenge on his killer? Have you murdered before?"

"I killed all three of them." Ahri answered. Specifically killed his two allies and turned them into her dinner. Then skinned the man alive, the way he'd killed her brother. She'd gone a bit insane, feral, for a short time after losing Rye.

The figure across from Ahri nodded, seeming to think. "Do you have training in any weapons? Poisons? Special skills we should know of?"

"I know a lot about plants. I know which you can't eat, I have only made poison intentionally a handful of times." She and her mother dried berries and flowers to get rid of mice infestations.  "I fight with my claws. Or my teeth if I shift. And for skills... I am a healer."

That was probably a drawback, wasn't it?

"Ironic." The figure said. "final question. Do you have family or friends that may be caught in this?"

"I have a sister." Ahri answered.

"We have a system to defend children of our assassins. If you choose to join us, you will be welcome to use those services as well. She won't know of your work."

"I'm accepted?"

"Yes."

Ahri smiled, she'd made it! It was going to be hard work but she'd get strong enough to protect Mocha. Strong enough to do anything.

. . .

Over the next few years Ahri perfected her best forms of work. She learned how to make poisons and how to fight better given her species. Most importantly, she practiced her magic.

One of her mentors, Jericho, had explained that if she could give life energy from herself to heal others then she must be able to take life energy from others to restore her own health. He was right. Ahri learned how to steal the remaining years right out of someone.

And from that was immortality. She stole years from her targets and gave them to herself. She started to see how many years her targets had left simply by being around them.

Angelica, Jericho, the Assassin's guild, that was all in the past. It had long since fallen apart with the death of their leaders. In that time there was conflict between Belphamine and Levanthia. Francia became Rouxe. Delyra was born. And that's where Ahri found herself.

From the hears she'd stolen she looked to be in her young twenties at the moment. She would continue to age until she stole someone's life again and be reverted back to normal.

Working as a healer wasn't a bad task. The prince and princess would be dead if it wasn't for her. The princess had an incurable disease stopping her from digesting blood. She should have died but Ahri gave her the remaining years she had saved them taken some more for herself. The same for the prince when a poisoned arrow nearly took his life.