Porcelain_Nitemare
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- Posted: Mon, 27 Feb 2012 03:15:52 +0000
((No set plot or real time-frame...assuming its some sort of fantasy-like world with a mix of some modern some fantasy stuff...please use proper grammar and such. No godmodding powerplaying or any of that crap thanks. Just jump right in))
Aysun sat quietly at the bar finishing her second pint of ale since she'd arrived shortly ago. The small tavern was crowded, but the patrons were quite rowdy per usual. Her sword was holstered on her back and her guns safely put away. Most people were trying to avoid her for fear she might just snap and happen to use one of her weapons. She certainly did not look the docile, fragile, girl who couldn't protect herself. If anything, it was the complete opposite. Her blue hair only seemed to enhance those features. Pushing her sunglasses up on the bridge of her nose she began on her third pint as she brooded over the most recent events.
She'd been sent on another mission for the guild, but the target had managed to escape. Though the injuries she'd inflicted would be massively damaging, the target still lived. That would be a nasty mark on her reputation chart. Sighing, she downed the ale in a few large gulps and ordered another. She knew she shouldn't let this get to her, but this was her life. Who she was. Not to mention the clients had leads onto her past that she was desperately seeking. Only once the mission was complete would they reveal what she needed to know.
With these thoughts, a grimace once more spread on her face as she took another swig contemplating what her next move was going to be.
<><><><>Aysun Rivers<><><><>
" Revenge is the act of passion, vengeance is an act of justice"
" Revenge is the act of passion, vengeance is an act of justice"
Aysun sat quietly at the bar finishing her second pint of ale since she'd arrived shortly ago. The small tavern was crowded, but the patrons were quite rowdy per usual. Her sword was holstered on her back and her guns safely put away. Most people were trying to avoid her for fear she might just snap and happen to use one of her weapons. She certainly did not look the docile, fragile, girl who couldn't protect herself. If anything, it was the complete opposite. Her blue hair only seemed to enhance those features. Pushing her sunglasses up on the bridge of her nose she began on her third pint as she brooded over the most recent events.
She'd been sent on another mission for the guild, but the target had managed to escape. Though the injuries she'd inflicted would be massively damaging, the target still lived. That would be a nasty mark on her reputation chart. Sighing, she downed the ale in a few large gulps and ordered another. She knew she shouldn't let this get to her, but this was her life. Who she was. Not to mention the clients had leads onto her past that she was desperately seeking. Only once the mission was complete would they reveal what she needed to know.
With these thoughts, a grimace once more spread on her face as she took another swig contemplating what her next move was going to be.