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oh boy Name: Crescent Moon Age: 14 Gender: Female Backstory: (warning, kinda dark/violent) When Crescent Moon was 3, an arsonist attacked her small village. The whole town was enveloped in roaring flames and during the chaos, the arsonist slaughtered the fleeing villagers. It was a complete blo0dbath. Only a handful survived, fleeing as far as they could. Crescent Moon had lost her entire family in front of her to the blo0dy claws of the arsonist. More terrifying, was the crimson wolf skeleton that had been floating behind the arsonist. It had appeared to be absorbing the spilled blo0d on the floor as the arsonist continued on their rampage. After fleeing to the nearest city, Crescent Moon swore revenge and joined the Assassins Guild. In the Assassins Guild, everyone was and was trained to be a cutthroat, backstabber, and as deadly as possible. After a decade of training and completing missions in the Assassins Guild, Crescent Moon finally tracked down the arsonist that had burned her village to the ground and taken countless lives of the ones who had lived there. They were wisely keeping their head low in a ramshackle inn. That is until Crescent Moon barged in. She gave one warning to everyone else in the inn, "Leave. Or face the consequences."As the arsonist attempted to slip away, she pointed a claw at them, "Except you." A few of the travelers unwisely refused to leave. Their bodies thumped to the ground in the next second, their throats slashed. The arsonist looked at her, their face full of terror. She sighed, "I don't suppose you remember me. Or my family that you murdered. Or my village that you torched." The arsonist shook their head slightly. "N-o-o, I do-don't." They stammered. Crescent Moon growled. "Where's your creepy skeleton friend? Doesn't seem like their around. That's a shame I wanted to end them as well." "You-you saw Sangre?" "Yeah.. If that's the red skeleton that vaguely looks like a wolf." The arsonist's face visibly paled. "....Th-then it seems that you cannot be allowed to live." The last part didn't sound like the arsonist was saying it, their eyes also mysteriously turned blo0d red. They lunged at her, with a dagger in hand. She easily blocked their strikes with her own dagger and with a jab, thrust it into their skull. Crescent Moon didn't have time to celebrate though. A stabbing pain flared up in her chest. The excruciatingly growing pain was almost unbearable and just as she thought she was going to faint, it stopped. She looked down at her chest and blooming there, was a flower? As she gingerly touched it, she realized it was made of blo0d. "Well who do we have here?" A husky voice asked from behind her. And as she spun around to see who it was, she caught a glimpse of her face in a mirror. What she saw scared her. Her eyes had turned exactly like the arsonist's when they had attacked her. And at the end of her jawbone, two fangs made of blo0d curled towards her eyes. And worse, the voice had come from the wolf skeleton. Now standing face to face with it, she could see that it was made of blo0d and every bone was ridiculously sharp. It opened it's jaws to talk to her, "Not what you expected was it? As it turns out this power is handed to the person that k!lls the previous user." The skeleton grinned evilly at her. And with a twisted and cold feeling building up inside her mind, Crescent Moon knew the fate that awaited her now.