Kaniehtí:io { Ziio }

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NAME: Kaniehtí:io (Goes by 'Ziio')
CANON: Assassin's Creed (Assassin's Creed III)
CANON POINT: After the the induction of Charles into the Templars.
AGE: 23
APPEARANCE: HERE
PERSONALITY:

Level-headed, calm, and graceful, or some particular traits that when Ziio is approached for the first time make a blatant expression on her character. Her tanned skin and her attire are enough to cause some attention but it's the steady way she carries herself that most find to be very intriguing. Ziio is a proud young woman and she doesn't consider herself beneath or greater than anyone. She doesn't fear being different as she canonly shows by walking amongst the English settlers in her own attire in stead of changing her dressings, and she certainly doesn't react to things that don't concern her. Insults, cat-calls, anything distracting that she doesn't have a part in she merely shrugs off or ignores leaving the culprits speechless with how effectively swift she can shut someone up.

Different aspects of her personality revolve around the fact Ziio is very blunt. Although serious, she does seem to have a sense of humor and she does canonly regard others emotions when she speaks with them. She has a very good sixth sense when it comes to reading people. Her conversations might be short but whatever she doesn't say in her silences, it's more than likely she understands the other and sympathizes. This is proof of her more gentle side, despite how harsh war can be she still keeps her sense of kindness in check. She helps those that need help, she's got a good level head on her shoulders.

Because Ziio is a fighter, she understands that sometimes violence is key. That being said, she seems to have a very solid understanding of the consequences between murder and mercy. Most times her actions reflect a more passive approach despite how willing she is to accept a murder plot. She approaches these topics without hesitation, she doesn't particularly fear death as her actions portray in her canon (by sizing up a rebellion and trying to murder military officials single-handedly) but she does seem to care about her loved ones.

Ziio expresses a very strong loyalty to her tribe and considering most of her actions were to protect them, she seems to be able to go the distance for the people she cares about. Haytham, a comrade she acquires with a similar goal, becomes part of the people she wants to protect when he proves himself to her. That being said, one can assume that Ziio operates through honor. She's a woman of her word, if she promises something she'll do it, but it means a lot more when someone returns the same loyalty. She's willing to put her own life in danger for this.

In regards to temperament, Ziio has amazing patience. It's probably a trait that makes her such a good hunter, she seems to handle pressure well. She doesn't take rash decisions and she calculates her next move with very much regard to consequence. That being said, she has the potential of being pretty nasty in the sense that if ridding herself of a problem through murder is a possible solution once her patience threshold is met, she won't hesitate to do it. She's not afraid to take a life, she just doesn't lose her head before doing it.

PROJECTED CLASS:

Because Ziio can get around places without being seen and because she can work around people well, she easily falls under the thief class. She's also a very good fighter trained for assassination so it won't be hard for her to kill someone if she has to. Her moral compass is pretty high but she also understands the effectiveness of taking a life to solve big problems. She won't flinch and she doesn't screw up. She'll fearlessly walk into the lion's den if she has too.

OTHER: Not any at the moment.

FIRST PERSON SAMPLE:

[There was a lot say for a skeptic who although believing in magic, couldn't possibly fathom how a gem could communicate with people. She held it at a distance out of caution as she looked straight into it. There were a few men watching her in amusement as she turned her attention to one of them.]

What now. Do I speak? [The closest to her nodded his head and she returned her attention to the communicator, a frown painted across her lips. She wasn't sure what to say now that she was put on the spot. Why not be diplomatic.]

Kanien'kehá:ka. [Real mouthful.] If this name means anything to you, speak. I don't have any answers but I will find them. For now, we must regroup. My people, if you're here... Haytham-

[Before she could continue, the men seemed curious and began asking questions, she wasn't going to appease them but she didn't bother finishing her sentence. She merely reached for one of their drinks.]

Make yourself useful. I'll be here for a while.

THIRD PERSON SAMPLE

The way Ziio was walking down the market almost made it seem like she hadn't just arrived to this strange new world a few days ago. Her gray eyes didn't show any fear instead there was curiosity. Her hands were at her side and ever step she took down the pebbled lane was graceful and smooth placing a contrast to the bustle of the market place. Some lifted their heads in her direction catching sight of the feathers on the top of her head or the earthly colors of her garbs but no one spoke to her since she never made eye contact.

She knew the ways of a busy market place. A shame she couldn't buy anything. Yet.

Her eyes were moving from vendor to vendor at all their curious buys. Most of the stuff she recognized but there were plenty new things she was aching to ask about. She didn't trust this place, not yet at least, so her silence would carry until she was sure she could bother. So far nothing had happened to her, she was remotely safe. The idea of being in another place that wasn't her world was unnerving but she wasn't going to let that get to her. She hid her frustrations well. It was easy to think about her family and friends, her lover, but she didn't allow herself to drop her caution for nostalgia. She wasn't safe yet so there was no point losing her head if she could fix the inevitable.

Not too far from her she saw children playing about the alley ways. If there was something she knew it was that the innocence of children never lied. She watched them following them through the cracks their chasing formed through the adults until she cloaked in the shadows of an alley way. A few more steps and she found a ladder leading to the roofs. She gave it a smirk. How ironic, it was like being back in Boston all over again.

"I guess some things never change." Guess who was going to have a little fun running on the rooftops? The children turned and watched her and she brought a finger over her lips silencing them before disappearing and climbing.