Name: Rey Marek Race: Shapeshifter Rank: Assassin God worshipped: Artemis Gender: Genderfae (so it changes- when in doubt, they/them or she/her) Looks: Red hair normally pulled into a messy bun, blue eyes, short, dancer’s build (thin and muscular), normally wears leggings, a zip-up blue sweatshirt, ballet shoes, and a black leotard underneath the sweatshirt. Also a quiver of arrows on her back Weapon:Bow and arrows. Weakness:They have a tendency to let people go rather than killing them when the target isn’ta horrible being. Strength: They can’t be outsmarted. …most of the time. Where they live: Outskirts of the Bowels. She travels a lot though- Age: 100 (so 20 in Human years) She’s a dancer. And can kick you- crush: a cErTaiN dEmOn pRiNcE- Enemy: Kai the Siren.
“Don’t touch that-“ “Look, even Odin couldn’t tell you that. Calm down.” “Don’t judge me!! I think it’s cute.” “Back away from the Bow. If you don’t, I’ll shoot- wait, never mind.” “Ew.” “Oh, yeah, no, he didn’t need that sort of death, but he got it anyway.” “I didn’t- you- I should’ve- ughhh” “That’s misinformation.” “Man, people are weird sometimes.” “And then I threw an apple at him.” “I’m running out of patience, and my fist is conveniently clenched.” "If I tell you to shut up, you better listen. For your own safety. No, literally." “Mhm. Now back up, restart, and ask me again politely.” “…you what.” “People say I’m a woman of few words. That’s incorrect, I’m a shapeshifter of few words. Get it right.” “Fine. I’ll admit. I have a mental illness.”
