09-28-2009, 03:11 PM
OOC: Gonna give this a try
Name: - Kaylee Amnaris
Age: - 18
Species: - Elf
Gender: - female
Description/Picture: - Kaylee stands at just under six feet tall, and has a slender build. Beneath the tight red leather she wears, she is obviously well muscled. Rather than attempt to hide any of her features, she has designed her outfit to show them off, without actually revealing anything. Her shapely bosom leaves a distinct bulge in her top, and she seems to enjoy the attention her looks get her.
Her soft brown hair is usually braided tightly, and stretches down the entire length of her back, ending just above her tight buttocks. Her light blue eyes are most often seen glaring coldly at whoever happens to be in her way at the time, but on occasion will show a hint of warmth.
Occupation(discussed above): - Assassin
Weapons(if equipped): - The only visible item she carries that looks at all like a weapon is the thick, foot long, red rod she has clipped to her belt at all times, though she always has an assortment of garrotes and daggers hidden on her person. Even when naked she is never unarmed, for she has a pair of sharp stiletto blades disguised as hair pins inserted at the base of her braid.
Other: - Prefers to break her target's spirit long before actually killing them, but if her employer demands a quick kill, she will do so, but when that happens she will more readily agree to taking that former employer as a target. Often she will take a job that doesn't actually require the death of the target, and will take pleasure in breaking her target down repeatedly until he would do anything for her.
IC:
Kaylee walked calmly through the grey market. She didn't have any specific target or client lined up, but she was considering a replacement for her last plaything. Unfortunately, her employer had finally requested the death of the man she'd been asked to capture. "Perhaps a slave.." she muttered to herself, though at that moment, she couldn't decide if she would rather have a male, or a female companion.
After some wandering, she found her way to the slaver's domain, though some traders were more spread out, these few had gathered together for added security.
"Hey there sweet thang! How'd you like to-" one man started as she walked by him. She shot him a brief glare, silencing him in an instant. Though her instincts demanded that she punish the man for his behavior, common sense told her that it would be foolish to start trouble in this place. I'll deal with you later... she told herself before allowing her gaze to slide over the various cages scattered throughout the area.
Name: - Kaylee Amnaris
Age: - 18
Species: - Elf
Gender: - female
Description/Picture: - Kaylee stands at just under six feet tall, and has a slender build. Beneath the tight red leather she wears, she is obviously well muscled. Rather than attempt to hide any of her features, she has designed her outfit to show them off, without actually revealing anything. Her shapely bosom leaves a distinct bulge in her top, and she seems to enjoy the attention her looks get her.
Her soft brown hair is usually braided tightly, and stretches down the entire length of her back, ending just above her tight buttocks. Her light blue eyes are most often seen glaring coldly at whoever happens to be in her way at the time, but on occasion will show a hint of warmth.
Occupation(discussed above): - Assassin
Weapons(if equipped): - The only visible item she carries that looks at all like a weapon is the thick, foot long, red rod she has clipped to her belt at all times, though she always has an assortment of garrotes and daggers hidden on her person. Even when naked she is never unarmed, for she has a pair of sharp stiletto blades disguised as hair pins inserted at the base of her braid.
Other: - Prefers to break her target's spirit long before actually killing them, but if her employer demands a quick kill, she will do so, but when that happens she will more readily agree to taking that former employer as a target. Often she will take a job that doesn't actually require the death of the target, and will take pleasure in breaking her target down repeatedly until he would do anything for her.
IC:
Kaylee walked calmly through the grey market. She didn't have any specific target or client lined up, but she was considering a replacement for her last plaything. Unfortunately, her employer had finally requested the death of the man she'd been asked to capture. "Perhaps a slave.." she muttered to herself, though at that moment, she couldn't decide if she would rather have a male, or a female companion.
After some wandering, she found her way to the slaver's domain, though some traders were more spread out, these few had gathered together for added security.
"Hey there sweet thang! How'd you like to-" one man started as she walked by him. She shot him a brief glare, silencing him in an instant. Though her instincts demanded that she punish the man for his behavior, common sense told her that it would be foolish to start trouble in this place. I'll deal with you later... she told herself before allowing her gaze to slide over the various cages scattered throughout the area.
"You are such a smartass."
"Objectively I am very smart, although it has nothing to do with my ass."
"Objectively I am very smart, although it has nothing to do with my ass."