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[Namira Heart]

Just gonna work on different ideas here try to get working on some coding.

 

[Namira Heart]

Spoiler

• Faction Name:
• Roster: If at any point that this number is less than 5, the faction will automatically be archived; no application will be approved with less than 5 members.
• Assets: This includes ships and personnel.
• Intent: This section is the most important. Why must this faction exist? How does it differ from other similar factions? Why does it need to be an Indie faction and not simply part of a main faction? What will this group do? What are the goals/aspirations of this faction?

The keepers of the Library.
Jedi are biased and focus very much on the knowledge of the force. Sith are most certainly biased and not as interested in knowledge lest it holds great power. Keepers bind themselves to be neutral and access all knowledge of history and languages and culture. They have opinions but do not hold them any higher than anyone else. They have teaching for any of their kind that bare the force that remain neutral to either sides teachings. They commit to every piece of history in an objective manor. They care for all people whether they are dark or good for even when someone kills there is a reason that might serve them a morale peace. Now some people are truly dark and after full research in all matters of a person only then will a keeper pass judgement. But usually if one does not cross a keeper a keeper does not look down on them. Keepers are not a force driven society but do train in the force for those few members that may be gifted. Usually one that seeks knowledge and teaching of any sort could find that of the keepers order and find contact with to perhaps be taken to the remote location of their secret library. They would only be invited blind. Once there they could learn what they requested and taught by the keepers that specialized in that category. Due to their neutral aspect many force sensitives would travel to learn from them to control the power that they held so that it would stop lashing out at random times. Keepers among their kind are outgoing among outsiders however are reclusive and prefer to go unnoticed lest they have been sought out which somehow they found the seeker before the seeker found them.
Ranks
Chronicles
the 3 npc leaders
the grand librarian
the hand to the Chronicles the protector of the library and the one to sanction the rights and vows to the children and all joining
Scholar/Scribes
Scholar maintain and teach in the library and scribes travel and seek out artifacts of knowledge as well as writing and witnessing history as it happens
the various members of people that teach and travel and write and gather to grow the inventory of the library and to spread knowledge.
Apprentices (initiate level)
they are marked by their year of study such as first year second year and so on. Usually these were the children of the members that were growing into the order starting at 14 as first years and usually finishing at 18 sometimes they do take longer. People seeking their way into the order start as though they are 14 no matter their age and study for four or more years. Certainly with the outsiders it is common for it to take longer.

 

[Namira Heart]

"THESE EYES CAN DO MORE THAN SEE."
~MAZIKEEN
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NAME: Mazikeen
AGE: 23
SPECIES: Human

FACTION: The Shadow Syndicate
RANK: Slave

HEIGHT: 5ft 6in
WEIGHT: 160 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue

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A young girl with a decent family. It was a peaceful childhood till she went to the doctor and learned she was going blind. The world began to fade into darkness. She was only twelve when her family gave up on her. They seemed tense but Mazikeen could tell nothing more than that. They were supposed to be going on a trip for a family vacation. Even without sight they told her she could still experience the wonders of the world, their sweet angel. She held to her mother’s hand as they walked through a market place. The air smelled gross. There were many voices of people around her but she couldn’t make out much. She heard the heavy steps of her father next to her. The ground beneath them change from flat dirt to hard tiles. They kept walking. She didn’t think to ask her mother where they were going, she never thought it would be a gang at the end of their trail. Her mother came to a stop and so did she her father’s steps continued however and she heard hushed whispers. Her mother’s hands came to her shoulder and turned her to what she assumed was her mother. Her mother’s hand came to cradle her face, “My sweet angel. I am so sorry.”

“For what Momma?”

Then large hands wrapped around her and her mother’s hands left her. She was being pulled away. Her mind panicked trying to figure out where in the darkness of the world they were. Who was carrying her, where was her mother? She screamed out for her mom. She wouldn’t stop screaming till a firm hand made contact with her cheek and a harsh voice growled, “Shut up!”

From that point forward she wore a collar. When she tried to escape the cage she was in it shocked her. When she tried to refuse the many people commanding her, it shocked her. It wasn’t long before she learned to do what she was told.

Mazikeen learned quickly however even as a slave she wasn’t wanted much. She would be rented out as a pet to sit and look pretty. When she was sixteen that is when they let her out on the dance floor. She was gifted to a new general of the hutta gang and kept for him. He took pity on her and gifted her with new cybernetic eyes. They let her see the dark world she was apart of and most importantly allowed her to work harder for her master. She came to learn they could record memory and play them back in a holographic.

It was a dark night and she had served for a few years at this point now being nineteen. She was resting when she heard the commotion. The doors to her cell that she shared with several slaves was wrenched open and before her was a member of a new gang. They were taken from the Hutts and began work for a gang called The Shadow Syndicate. She worked another year, the slaves that had been brought in with her were mostly sold at this point and she would probably be sold off soon, lest she was unwanted again. That is when she was taken to work for Caiden Vex. Which turned out to be a better job then she would have thought. She was made to train in hand to hand combat and acrobatics. She became an agile fighter usually equipped with two daggers hidden on her person though she does not require a weapon to ruin a person’s day.



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[Namira Heart]

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Affiliation:
N/A

Ownership:
Mazikeen (soon to be posted)

Intent:
The purpose of the creation of this device is to be used in the story and existence of my character so she can see and be viable in in a unique manor as she plays the role of a slave in the hopefully upcoming shadow syndicate. This is also a good place for others if they wish to have cybernetic eyes to start here and critique or purely take these though they should remain rare.

Model/Name:
Cybernetic Eye Implant

Type:
Cybernetic implant allowing sight for the blind and a record and replay option of things witnessed. Also allowing those recording to be downloaded to drives to keep.

Power Supply:
They have rechargeable battery cells. They can last up to 36 hrs but are usually recharged each night so that they do not have to be worried about to often. The holographic replay they have do however have a heavier drain to the power cells and cuts the time depending on length of replay.

Sensors:
The eyes are well equipped with optical and sound sensors being able to perceive and record the world around the person and then replay later in a holographic image with sound.

Size:
Each eye is the size of a human eye.

Composition:
Varying metals and polymers used in high grade cybernetics and circuitry.

CYBERNETIC OPTIC

IMPLANTS
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Description: The eyes look like cool contacts till the panels in the iris move to focus and zoom in or out. They have white outer eyes with the black base for the iris and pupil the Iris have bright blue panels that shift and move for the different purposes.
The eyes are set in metal basing that was surgically set into the eye sockets of the individual. The eye locks into the base and can move just like eyes but can be removed to charge. From the outside the eyes minus the iris look mostly normal and then when you take them out it reveals the metal casing implant in the sockets. The eyes serve for sight and can record what is before them and then later be played in a holographic image with sound. They have no weapons or lasers or things of that nature. The eyes possess a drive allowing the files recorded to be moved to drives on other computers and things to be saved. The colored panels of the eye do have light that colors can be changed if so desired. Any colors past the electric blue, vibrant green, and deep red would require adjustments to be done to the cybernetics by a professional.

Intent:
The purpose of the creation of this device is to be used in the story and existence of my character so she can see and be viable in in a unique manor as she plays the role of a slave in the hopefully upcoming shadow syndicate. This is also a good place for others if they wish to have cybernetic eyes to start here and critique or purely take these though they should remain rare.


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[Namira Heart]

Spoiler

Emisara Lacroix

"I Will Bring Them an Opera of Death"​

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NAME: Emisara Lacroix
AGE: 26
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shadaa

FACTION: Freelance
BRANCH: Liberal Arts
RANK: Director
TITLE: Virtuoso

HEIGHT: 5ft 6in
WEIGHT: 145 lbs
EYE COLOR: Emerald Green

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Usually viewed as an insane murderer, she views herself as an artist. Murder is a performance and all people through her can become a masterpiece, a star. Murder is useless in the hands of others only she has the skill to make it an artistry. To kill is wrong, to perform is creative and skillful.

Character Information​

Biography Abilities Elia

• 
  Nar Shadaa was used to being plagued with crime, but some were even shaken by the scenes that had come to rise as Emisara made her way into the art world. Death was a beautiful performance and Emisara was the director of the bloody plays. She desired perfection and knew how to sway her leading men and women into performing properly. Where others saw a lost soul, a crumpled pile of blood and flesh, Emisara saw her work sprawl on nonexisting canvas, the wonderful closing to her personal play on a nonexisting stage. The person that had past becoming so much more than themselves.
  
  Obviously a degree in the liberal arts of death had to start somewhere and certainly like every other being she did. Her childhood was perfect. She had loving parents, and they were well off. She took to show horses and of course the theatre. Her parents paid for her acting classes and they definitely out did themselves. She fell in love with the stage. But Darkness comes to all in time. She was taken from her home, taken from the warm safety of her bed. Under cover of darkness the bandits made off with her, only the rising action of a play she was not well rehearsed for.
  
  Her parents did what all parents do and searched for her. They neglected the authorities as their secrets were on the line. When they received that call about Emisara they were distraught. They took fate into their own hands and geared up to hunt their child down. They entered a room never seen by their child and grabbed weapons they were all too familiar with. They set out on a spree after the captors ending with them in a warehouse. The information from an ally of the child bandits paid off. Emisara was there strapped to a chair, forced silent with tape, for tonight she was an audience member.
  
  Her mother and father began across the warehouse floor for her. They were not calculating as they usually would when hunting a person down. A soft click under foot and soon they were choking on an unknown gas. The world was darkening around them. They crawled trying to reach Emisara but they fell before her bound feet. Her eyes fluttered shut. In the threes’ slumber a transition occurred, to the grand finale, the final act. Emisara opened her eyes to see herself dangling above a pool. Her father and mother were awoken on the ground a few feet away. This time a new role stepped into play. The bandit came out of the shadows pointing a pistol toward Emisara’s parents.
  
  He played the narrator. His tale one of darkness and deceit. The main roles played by Emisara’s parents. The story closed in on a woman that her parents had murdered for the credits on her head, credits that went to the classes for Emisara to act, credits stained with blood.
  
  “You took her away from me. You both took so many people away from this world so this final hour is not just for me but for everyone you have crossed. You will listen to me or your child will die.” The bandit gestured to the mechanism suspending Emisara. He showed a key from his pocket that would allow the mechanism to be maneuvered so she could be let down.
  
  Her parents played their parts well. Emisara’s mother was the first to go. She confessed her crimes and begged the man to stop but by the end she had willingly jumped into a pit where at the bottom rest her doom carried out by large rusty spikes that pierced her body. She didn’t die on impact. Her melodious screams filled the air for the first five minutes of her husband’s act. He tried to be tough. He let rage take him. He hollered threats at the man. Emisara began to feel her body lower. Her arms were bound so she would be unable to swim if she went into the water. That was when her father lost his mind. He charged the man before him, the one that to him was causing him pain, taking nothing of the lesson from the bandit’s pain caused by him. The music in Emisara’s ears was disrupted with a short burst. The pistol let off a shot. Her mind was taken over by the crimson that poured from her father’s chest. She saw a beautiful rose blossoming from the bullet hole. Her mind replaced the look of horror on her father’s face with one of peace and tranquility. A beautiful death scene lie before her. The part of her that cried out for her parents was squelched by the rest of her mind crying out praise for the performance. The crying child in her would not, however, go unheard in this final scene.
  
  The bandit, his work done, had no intention of killing a child so he freed Emisara. She was crying, though the tears were not real. An act, it was all an act of a beautiful play. The curtains were closing and alas she had one more thing to do. She felt a knife in the man's jacket as he held her removing her from her harness. A smile suddenly stretched across her face as her hand found the handle. His throat blossomed. At first it was simply a vine but he fell and the vine stretched into a crimson tree that cradled the dead man. It was beautiful.
  
  Some say Emisara snapped that day, but she views it as artistic rebirth, a node of inspiration. She was leased out on the streets of Nar Shadaa that night and her work began. She struggled at first but began to grow and direct better plays. She met another lost soul with a taste for blood a bit younger than she was. People called her insane too. The girl's name was Elia and they soon become close. The other’s performances were more chaotic than Emisara’s but she grew to love them. Elia would usually find herself bored when not killing but found herself captivated when Emisara put on a show, and soon the two would not leave one another’s side.
  
• 
  After her first performance she began taking most of her time to study her art form. Elia came into play teaching her about guns and some more explosive mediums to use.
  
  Weapons Expert:When alone she remains to small weapons. Small pistols are you the largest gun of her choice. She developed a love for knives and swords. She learned how to throw throwing knives and took many fencing classes with her earned credits from bounties and the like. She is adept with any sword and has even practiced with light-sabers though they are not right for her performances so she prefers them to stay out of her concert hall arsenal. SHe is also adept with most larger guns and explosives thanks to her companion Elia having shown her their brutal force. However there is still a preference for them to not be involved in most of her performances.
  
  Acting: Though her style choices in performance end in more gruesome ways than your common plays she had still mastered the art of a character. She uses this to con mostly but also to maneuver her performances and make everyone play their proper roles. This helps her greatly in assuring the closing act is beautiful.
  
  Hand-to-Hand Combatant: She had become well adept to taking a life with no weapons as was necessary in her earliest of performance. It leaves a more splattered picture in the end and she does not enjoy their broken faces as much as the rose of a small bullet hole or the vines of a cut from a knife or sword. She usually keeps this form for when she needs to defend herself in close quarters and not yet kill her attacker if he be a fighting performer, or she will break their skull if they are just some that attack her without understanding of her work.[/justify][/INDENT]
  
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  Elia
  
  "Your Guns Don't Talk to You?"​
  
  
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  NAME: Elia
  AGE: 24
  SPECIES: Human
  HOMEWORLD: Nar Shadaa
  
  
  HEIGHT: 5ft 4in
  WEIGHT: 140
  EYE COLOR: Sapphire
  
  NPC
  
  CHARACTER SUMMARY:
  Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?

 

[Namira Heart]

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NAME: Elia
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shadaa


HEIGHT: 5ft 4in
WEIGHT: 140
EYE COLOR: Sapphire

NPC

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?

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NAME: Elia
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shadaa


HEIGHT: 5ft 4in
WEIGHT: 140
EYE COLOR: Sapphire

NPC

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?

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BIOGRAPHY​

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NAME: Elia
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shadaa


HEIGHT: 5ft 4in
WEIGHT: 140
EYE COLOR: Sapphire

NPC

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?

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NAME: Elia
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shadaa


HEIGHT: 5ft 4in
WEIGHT: 140
EYE COLOR: Sapphire

NPC

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?

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BIOGRAPHY​

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NAME: Elia
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shadaa


HEIGHT: 5ft 4in
WEIGHT: 140
EYE COLOR: Sapphire

NPC

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?

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BIOGRAPHY​

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NAME: Elia
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: Nar Shadaa


HEIGHT: 5ft 4in
WEIGHT: 140
EYE COLOR: Sapphire

NPC

CHARACTER SUMMARY:
Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?

 

[Namira Heart]

Kae'Tl Tywyll​

Wanted Dead or Alive​

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NAME: Kae'Tl Tywyll
AGE: 29
SPECIES: Dathomirian
FACTION: The Kjlljk Protectorate
RANK: Grand Counselor


HEIGHT: 5ft 6in
WEIGHT: 125
EYE COLOR: Bright Yellow



CONTRACT DETAILS/REASONS:
Kae'Tl Tywyll is the leader of the Protectorate which was the faction that intervened with our dealings at Ryloth. Not only does she lead this group of individuals, it has been confirmed she lead the full attack of our people at Ryloth. We will not tolerate the loss of equipment and the endangerment of our people and our business. The Grand Counslelor, as she is called, is to be found and killed or captured. Her death is granted with a reward of 10,000 credits and her capture for knowledge and further names of people of the protectorate will result in a 2,000 credit bonus. If we are to remove this new thorn in our side we will require the information of possible players, so as to wipe them out.

Jacien Icerider​

The Kjlljk Protectorate​

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NAME: Elia
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: The Kjlljk Protectorate
RANK: Bridge Officer


HEIGHT: 5ft 4in
WEIGHT: 140
EYE COLOR: Sapphire



CONTRACT DETAILS/REASONS:
Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?

Zander Wontill​

The Kjlljk Protectorate​

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NAME: Elia
AGE: 24
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: The Kjlljk Protectorate
RANK: Grand Counselor


HEIGHT: 5ft 4in
WEIGHT: 140
EYE COLOR: Sapphire



CONTRACT DETAILS/REASONS:
Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?Guns, violence, and blood is all she needs to have a good time. Mostly blood. The crimson apple of her eye can only be paired with the screams of her victims. The voices in her head allow her to be happy without friends. They like the blood too, so why try to friend those that can't hear the sweet melody in the screams of horror or the calm call of her guns requesting another kill?

 

[Namira Heart]

@EmilyHuene you had to force my hand.

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[FANCYBOX2]

"Bats, Mallets, Guns, and Glory. Listen now people, to my story."

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