Taliya was a slave. For most of her formative years, she was trained in manual housework, cooking and of course the arts of sexual pleasure. This training was extensive, although she was not permitted to lose her virginity, for such a thing, especially of an elf, would lower her value as a slave too much, as that would be her key selling point when she went to auction, on her 15th birthday, still essentially a child in elven years and looks. That fateful auction saw her sold, and within the hour of her being picked up like some piece of property, she was defiled, a crying, miserable mess of a girl that had been so roughly raped and taught true cruelty, and not the gilded cage she had before.

Those years were akin to hell for her, two decades of pain and suffering, all similar to that first night. A daily routine of being whipped in between violent rapes, something she never got over, especially with how the man knew how to make each one unique and as painful as the last. For a time he even used the arcane healing arts to restore her virginity before each assault, forcing the same pain in different, more exquisite ways for him. More was committed than just that, but she does not talk of those days much any more, a painful memory. Of course, such a cruel man was not fit for the world long enough, and eventually he died, leaving her without an owner, in an estate that had no heirs. So she was alone, to try and make her way.

A few years were spent being little more than a common whore as she tried to find something more to life, a constant fucking that left her devoid of feeling or meaning for the act of lovemaking. In between the so called 'rush hours' of a whorehouse, she trained, little more than swinging a heavy stick around against a few boys that had seen her as a cool lady, even if she was a prostitute, eventually developing each other into strong fighters, although not classically trained in the slightest and sloppy to even the most rudimentary of swordsmen. Still, she was proud of her skill, and when she had enough saved up, she left her life of sex and became a sellsword.

It has been a few years since she went on that road, a few murmurs amongst circles of the elven girl who strikes with a fury that has no source with a sword that is well maintained, but seemingly tainted with a sort of air around it. Her reputation is akin to a butcher, albeit a beautiful one, something she has not disavowed, considering how violently she kills those who she is hired to end, or to protect against. Some call her the 'Graceful Butcher' even, a title she does not take proudly, but knows its the name she will have for the rest of her life.

Taliya has not eschewed that sexual nature behind her, and her manner of dress shows it, the white and black clothing she wears revealing yet concealing all the same, trimmed with golden thread to show off her success in the trade of violence. Graceful elbow length gloves that hook around her middle finger on each arm, a dress that terminates at the neck with a wrap around almost like a collar, a hole in the center of the dress to show off her toned stomach. It trails down to her shins, although it splits at the waist, giving a tantalizing view of her hips and the tied underwear protecting her most private of places, a pair of stockings the same as her dress and gloves terminating mid thigh, to conceal the rest. The sword she carries is a simple weapon, a scimitar with a sheath in white, a sign of purity she has none left off, robbed of her so long ago.

As a woman, Taliya is cold, darkened on the exterior, a woman who has endured so much when she should have been living a childhood. Beneath that exterior remains the warmth that is sapped from outside her, although it carries a share of darkness and horrors that most would call trauma, something she might perhaps move past in a century's time, but not yet, still so ever present on her mind.

[collapse=A Note on Age Flexibility]Taliya of course has a breadth of history to explore, anywhere from her first and only master to her current time as a sell sword. Regardless, the former is expected to be a very brutal experience, and not for the weak hearted, whilst the latter can either continue the former's themes, or fall into softer, more romantic tones.[/collapse]