Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 3 years, 11 months ago
House: Olde Foxbury House (90/250)
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These two fine ladies wear matching, but oppositely coloured, clothing from a multitude of different designs. The two are most often seen wearing finely tailored dresses crafted from the most exquisite fabrics and make no effort to change when tasked with a mission requiring more… aggressive work; they are not known for wearing armour at all, only their finery and a weapon or two.
Both Onyx and Ivory are master swordswomen and are never seen without their weapons of choice; matching, elaborately designed rapiers.
This isn’t to say, however, that both Onyx and Ivory are nasty or evil; whilst their actions are undoubtedly mysterious, they have never explicitly been seen committing a crime or doing anything considerably dark or unlawful. In fact, they are sometimes tasked with strengthening relations between their leader and their subjects in the surrounding town, aiding in delivering supplies, communicating with the locals and even as much as playing games with the children; they have an air of approachability and friendliness, but if they approach someone for a reason other than simply conversing then the chances are that person knows exactly what they’ve done to deserve a visit.
The truth about Onyx and Ivory? Despite all their smiles, their graceful movement and elegant clothing the two have a very dark secret. A secret that dictates their mysterious nature.
In regards to the more mysterious aspects of their lives, what the two cannot win through persuasion and guile is more often than not met with a calm but firm attempt at intimidation. If intimidation fails then the two are more than happy to show off their fencing ability and spatter the surrounding area with their foe’s blood.
However, if the situation simply doesn’t accommodate for two well dressed women fighting with rapiers then they decide to use a more… unconventional method. You see… Onyx and Ivory are lycanthropes; a werewolf and werefox, respectively. Masters of their so-called “curse”, they can transform at will and use their bestial form to slay their enemies with abandon at the cost of destroying their beautiful clothing. However, the royal guards are not bothered about such frivolous things. Despite being expensive, to them they're clothes are dime a doze; if they are required to kill a group of people then so be it. If their shredded clothing still clings to their bodies upon transforming back then they will simply rip the remains off and toss them aside, their fur providing them with the warmth they require until they can return home, or reapply the tattered silks and cloth in a more elegant manner.
Their loyalty is to the ruler of their land and nothing else.