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Description
Villain name: Sable /Owllady/
Age and DOB: 22-24.
Hero Gender: ♀

Motive: She merely wishes to spend her days alone.
She has no mercy to those who oppose her. She will unhesitatingly attack anybody who will not leave her be. She spends her days alone in her broken down home, each night going out and stealing riches to live by on, by any means. Thievery, trespassing, mugging. She does whatever she must.

Personality/Behaviours: She is a very abrasive girl. She instantly hates you and everything you stand for. if you get past her withdrawn, disgusted shell, you will reveal her sickeningly sarcastic sneers and open insults. She hates you, until you convince her she should feel otherwise.
Chances are, She doesn't trust you. She doesn't trust anybody. After she had been cursed, They all abandoned her. Everybody. She grew to hate herself for how she appeared, and who she was. She spends her days alone in turmoil, waiting for a good reason to live besides the fact she can't die. She's only had a few friends, and she's had to watch them die. Many people have thoroughly attempted to befriend her, but in the end they had stabbed her in the back.
On some occasions, she'll run out and viciously attack random creatures/people. Especially happy ones. She envies them. On many occasions, she won't kill them. Just badly hurt them. What right do they have to die? Why should she give them the sweet satisfaction of a way out? An escape? No. They must feel the way she does. At least for a bit. It helps her.

Hometown and History: Sable didn't used to be /as/ mean. She spent her days out and conversing, though spending her nights with the dead sacrament. ( located in the dark woods of ooo.) A now-extinct group of pillagers, assassins, murderers, and thieves. She was born into it, she didn't have a choice. But she loved them.
One night she had gone out to murder a pestering child, one of ignorance and riches. As she had been instructed to do. Once she had killed the child and stolen the riches, his grandmother and caretaker, a witch, found her in the act.
The witch was a very powerful dark mage, and was furious, seeing her grandson killed. She put a curse upon Sable, cursing to her that every evening through the night, Sable would transform into a ghastly creature of the night.
bloodied feathers and claws, souless beating eyes. A dead heart. Every transformation more painful than the last.
Sable would be shunned. She would feel more anguish and solitude than the night itself. And she could never die.
That was 1000(+) years ago. Now she lives in solitude, dreading each day and the next.

Homebase/ Home: Sable lives in a rough, beaten down shack, near the base of a mountain. Her home is hidden under the dark and dead trees, in a more sloggish land. Not many creatures roam there, in fear of a predator. Near her home is an abandoned tower, ridden with skeletons and dried blood. She spends most of her time there, Her treasures in a locked chest. Many days she'll sit on the ledge of the top of the tower, watching whichever creatures she can. If they approach her, She becomes extremely hostile, and screeches until theyre gone. She somewhat enjoys collecting skulls. (Despite how much she envies whoever had died, She likes to wonder what their life was like. She hopes they were happy. If they had enjoyed their death. She wants to empathize. ) She carves designs into them with her claws and hangs them by red twine around the outside of her home and tower.

Catchphrase: "...Sinister."
" Step off."
"No."
"....hoot.♥ "

Extra Quirks:
At night, when she travels to wherever she may be thieving from, She wears her mask, which she carries around her neck when not worn. She hates her owl form. She hates how she looks, and she hates herself. It's a curse. Not a blessing.
Though she changes 9pm-4am, She can force herself to change if she needs to attack. However, it is almost unbearably painful.
In the rare case she is ever flattered, or aroused/blushing, she will uncontrollably "hoot."
If she is enraged, she has the ability to screech at high pitches. It does not inflict pain. It is more of a warning.

Flying. She doesn't fly anymore, though she has the ability to. She injured her wing one day when she had been knocked off a ledge by an enemy. She's frightened to try.
Though she appears like a threatful enemy, her real only defense is her claws. But she is skilled with using them in both stealth attacks and brawling. Her skin is actually very delicate and soft, and prone to injury and bruising.

Description
Villain name: Sable /Owllady/
Age and DOB: 22-24.
Hero Gender: ♀

Motive: She merely wishes to spend her days alone.
She has no mercy to those who oppose her. She will unhesitatingly attack anybody who will not leave her be. She spends her days alone in her broken down home, each night going out and stealing riches to live by on, by any means. Thievery, trespassing, mugging. She does whatever she must.

Personality/Behaviours: She is a very abrasive girl. She instantly hates you and everything you stand for. if you get past her withdrawn, disgusted shell, you will reveal her sickeningly sarcastic sneers and open insults. She hates you, until you convince her she should feel otherwise.
Chances are, She doesn't trust you. She doesn't trust anybody. After she had been cursed, They all abandoned her. Everybody. She grew to hate herself for how she appeared, and who she was. She spends her days alone in turmoil, waiting for a good reason to live besides the fact she can't die. She's only had a few friends, and she's had to watch them die. Many people have thoroughly attempted to befriend her, but in the end they had stabbed her in the back.
On some occasions, she'll run out and viciously attack random creatures/people. Especially happy ones. She envies them. On many occasions, she won't kill them. Just badly hurt them. What right do they have to die? Why should she give them the sweet satisfaction of a way out? An escape? No. They must feel the way she does. At least for a bit. It helps her.

Hometown and History: Sable didn't used to be /as/ mean. She spent her days out and conversing, though spending her nights with the dead sacrament. ( located in the dark woods of ooo.) A now-extinct group of pillagers, assassins, murderers, and thieves. She was born into it, she didn't have a choice. But she loved them.
One night she had gone out to murder a pestering child, one of ignorance and riches. As she had been instructed to do. Once she had killed the child and stolen the riches, his grandmother and caretaker, a witch, found her in the act.
The witch was a very powerful dark mage, and was furious, seeing her grandson killed. She put a curse upon Sable, cursing to her that every evening through the night, Sable would transform into a ghastly creature of the night.
bloodied feathers and claws, souless beating eyes. A dead heart. Every transformation more painful than the last.
Sable would be shunned. She would feel more anguish and solitude than the night itself. And she could never die.
That was 1000(+) years ago. Now she lives in solitude, dreading each day and the next.

Homebase/ Home: Sable lives in a rough, beaten down shack, near the base of a mountain. Her home is hidden under the dark and dead trees, in a more sloggish land. Not many creatures roam there, in fear of a predator. Near her home is an abandoned tower, ridden with skeletons and dried blood. She spends most of her time there, Her treasures in a locked chest. Many days she'll sit on the ledge of the top of the tower, watching whichever creatures she can. If they approach her, She becomes extremely hostile, and screeches until theyre gone. She somewhat enjoys collecting skulls. (Despite how much she envies whoever had died, She likes to wonder what their life was like. She hopes they were happy. If they had enjoyed their death. She wants to empathize. ) She carves designs into them with her claws and hangs them by red twine around the outside of her home and tower.

Catchphrase: "...Sinister."
" Step off."
"No."
"....hoot.♥ "

Extra Quirks:
At night, when she travels to wherever she may be thieving from, She wears her mask, which she carries around her neck when not worn. She hates her owl form. She hates how she looks, and she hates herself. It's a curse. Not a blessing.
Though she changes 9pm-4am, She can force herself to change if she needs to attack. However, it is almost unbearably painful.
In the rare case she is ever flattered, or aroused/blushing, she will uncontrollably "hoot."
If she is enraged, she has the ability to screech at high pitches. It does not inflict pain. It is more of a warning.

Flying. She doesn't fly anymore, though she has the ability to. She injured her wing one day when she had been knocked off a ledge by an enemy. She's frightened to try.
Though she appears like a threatful enemy, her real only defense is her claws. But she is skilled with using them in both stealth attacks and brawling. Her skin is actually very delicate and soft, and prone to injury and bruising.