Shyon Kiu

Shyon has dark black coal hair usually held up in plats and buns under her hood, but when let loose can flow all the way down to her knees. And bright orange eyes that match the colour of her animal form. She's short for her age, but uses her height to her advantage in her stealthy ways, with a small thin body which if need be she also uses to her advantage. She has small black wings hidden under the cloak, the majority of them being cut off by a previous 'guardian'.
Her attire will often change depending on what she is doing at the time, but what one will normally either see her in, or recognise her in is that of her stealth attire. A small black skirt that is cut on the left side, and longer on the back, and black lace corset buckled at the front and laced at the sides, looping together at the back. She wears small flats, but wraps black bandages around her legs and red bandages around her wrists, leaving some fabric loose as to flow. She also wears a red and black cloak to hide her face and hair, with just covers the shoulders and wraps around. A small face mask to finish it off, and her quiver of arrows wrapped around her waist, Shyon is almost the perfect looking 'ninja' if not for a tattoo on her right shoulder of a phoenix.
Personality: Shyon is just how you would expect her to be from the look. Hiding in the shadows, agile and stealthy to the point of being able to run up straight walls and small enough as to hide in the shadows in which she came. But this is to the people who don't know her. Once Shyon gets her grip upon you, she becomes a bubbly, perky woman with sass and sarcasm as her second nature. And while she takes on no shit from anyone, preferring to silence them before they take another breath, Shyon loves to play with her 'food' and gets enjoyment out of their pain and suffering as she taunts them from their final breath. She has a love of saving people though, and never will willingly hurt the 'good guys' under her own evaluation, though she's fair in choosing, Shyon will change her mind. In all, the words people mostly use when they see her is 'bad ass' and she wouldn't be the one caught trying to change that.
Likes: Hunting, Fire, Jumping off Cliffs, Flying.
Dislikes: People Hurt, Cats.
Weapons: A custom made Crossbow, one specifically designed and enchanted to shift with her magic, and a quiver of arrows in the same manner. The crossbow is also specially made as to be silent with every shot.
Magic: Custom Magic: Shape Shifting Magic: Shyon can shape shift into a Phoenix, and take the creatures properties. From the healing tears, to the flight. While this form lasts as long as she wants. If Shyon takes considerable damage in this form, she will turn back into her human self unconscious. However, if she chooses to change form herself, no difference is made.

History: Shyon was raised by her father, never having met her mother in a small remote village away from all that was happening around the world. Her clan, as she so called the people living there, as they acted as one large family and community. It wasn't difficult to decipher the fact they never met people from the main lands, never ones to travel or need to go anywhere. They had all the resources they needed, and farmlands to feed them for centuries. In fact, Shyon never met anyone outside her clan in all her life, living secluded and training in hunting to provide the village just like the others. It was small, and uneventful, but Shyon loved it. Their magic in the clan playing an important part of their lives, all with the power to shape shift into various animals, herself and Phoenix, her father a bear, her best friend a turtle, something she liked to tease him about up until he bit her finger almost off. She grew up loved and sheltered, until the ripe age of ninety, where she died by a pack of wild boar on a hunting trip, refusing to let her age stop her from the things she loved. Shyon never married or had kids of her own, though she was a godmother and older sister type figure to almost all in her village.

Growing up as a Demon was much different from her human life. Having been all but accidentally abandoned by her guardian at the age of three, and forced to live in the streets, she spent her youth, age three until seven going from home to home and being passed around as a few of the nicer people took her in. But when she met on man, at the age of seven, Shyon knew her luck would run out, as the man she was staying with, having once again been abandoned used her, and beat her, cut of her wings for decoration, and didn't have a regret about it. It was this day she ran, hid in the shadows and began a life of stealing and fighting to make her way in life She got good at it, was one of the best and never seen, but at the age of thirteen she began anew, hating the life she had to an extent, and helped people, no matter the issue. Child stuck up a tree? She was up and getting them in a blink of an eye. Safe ransacked? Shyon was hitting the thief quicker then her arrows could fly. Bandits around? They don't even see her coming. She never asked for payment from this, and she felt it was finally making up for her wrong doings as a child stealing to live. And three years later, she's known as quite the 'badass' around the streets for those who know what to listen out for, and where to look.

Free Item: Eh.

OOC Name: Skye