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About Baroness Aloysia Sett

Aloysia began her life in privilege of a sort. She and her twin sister were born to a high escort for the royalty in her home city. Her mother was very successful at her job, but any outsider could see that her mother valued coin above all else. Aloysia and her sister, Layla, both had a knack for observation at a young age, and whether her mother knew it or not she was teaching her children how to manipulate men, and sometimes women, with something as simple as a look. Aloysia ran with this knack for observation turned into a great ability to learn just by watching others, listening intently, and applying a little intuition. She learned that moving her body in just the right way could pull in even the most resistant companion. Her sister, Layla, on the other hand decided to take a different path, but that’s a story for another day.

The other thing Aloysia noticed as a child was how well her mother was paid for so little work. It’s unfortunate that she was born into the setting she was in. Her talent for learning was a gift that could have done so much in the world, but all she knew from birth was the importance of coin. It’s no surprise that before she was even a teenager she tested out this concept of making money for little work using a little feminine wile. The problem is, her target was not her mother’s usual clientele. It was a lesser noble who was rarely noticed by the rest of the high court. Aloysia had not yet learned what actually had to be done for coin, and ended up in a situation she could not get out of. After a full week of innocence lost she was able to escape the lesser noble’s home. None of the higher nobles cared for the actions of this lesser. So, she went running to the only source of comfort she ever knew, her mother, and found a cold shoulder to the whole experience. This running concept of her mother only caring about money cut Aloysia deep.

Abandonment, horror, and fear were her only companions with this realization, and the only option she felt she had was to run. She packed up a couple of changes of clothes, all the money that was stashed around the house she knew about, and ran away. She found shelter by climbing the walls of a local, dilapidated theater and sneaking inside. The troupe was not doing well bringing in business, and thus could not keep the theater maintained. As such, security wasn’t very tight and she was able to make a comfortable little home for herself in the rafters above the stage. She got by stealing bits of food from local shops, and manipulating strangers into giving her a little pocket change by putting on a mask of innocence, pain, and sorrow. She knew her marks well. Over the span of two years the theater troupe could no longer afford to keep the theater. It was bought by a local medical school for its proximity to the campus. The theater became the perfect location for anatomy labs. Students of the healing arts had perfect views of the stage where a professor could dissect a cadaver, and the acoustics were perfect for the professor to lecture as he went. Aloysia, up in the rafters, had a perfect view of the dissections and became fascinated with a new topic: human anatomy and physiology.

Between cadaver lectures she continued her begging and saved up enough money to buy a beautifully crafted dagger and a dress of the finest quality. She buried her emotions long ago, save one: revenge. She may have only been a teenager at this point, but her lack of emotion and the learning she picked up as a child meant she had no problem duplicating high nobility. She tracked the noble who took her innocence to a gala. Again, she used the feminine wiles to pull him in a second time. This time, when he tried to force himself on her again her face changed from that of weakness and fear to a wicked smile. She gingerly put the dagger into his abdomen so as not to hit any major arteries, and watched him die slowly. His face twisted in pain and fear just as hers was so many years ago, her revenge was complete.

Over the next several years she passed the time throwing daggers, scurrying around the rafters, and honing her technique for pulling in her mark. It’s no wonder that she wound up employed as an assassin all these years later. Now that revenge was gone, all that remained was that original drive to fill her purse she had learned from infancy. A more perfect combination for an assassin could not be found: basically emotionless, a talent for manipulating those around her, and intimate study of the weaknesses of the human body. Time enough has passed that she no longer had the violent tendencies of a teenager with her history, and she has become quite content with life. All that is left is her work that has become a game to her now. She is a cold, calculating assassin of the greatest delicacy, she never loses a contract, and she would have it no other way.