Age: Appears 20's
Sex: Female
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120 lbs
Bust: DD
Hair colour: Pink
Skin colour: Silvery
Eyes: Blue, like sapphires
Body type: Slender, lithe, elven
Scent: Orange Blossom
Work: Broker of secrets, Mind stealer

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"You were not an easy one to find," the elven woman says as she sits across from her quarry at the table.  "Avoiding me for two weeks? That's better than most," she continues, and unwholesome glint sparkling in her pale eyes. "Though not good enough" His hand falls to the sheath at his thigh, and the broad-bladed dagger harnessed there. Quick as a flash the elven woman reaches across the table, taking the back of his head into her palm and pulling his face to hers, lips mere inches apart. The other patrons of the noisy alehouse pay only cursory attention, more interested in their cups than lovers sitting off at the corner table. The elven woman whispers to him, her breath smelling of spiced smoke that curled into his nostrils with every breath, "I am here to take your freedom, don't entice me into taking your blood as well." He nods shallowly, cold sweat starting to dampen his tunic. With that she releases him, he sinks limply back into his seat.

"You aren't like most elves. Don't you have animals to rescue and forests to save?" He replies, his sarcasm blunted by his scarcely uttered words. "No, I don't. I was born in a far away land and raised by people who taught me to be very good at this, good at finding people like you," she emphasizes her point by gesturing towards him languidly, reclining back into her seat in a relaxed posture. He held little doubt she could kill him in the space of a heartbeat. "Speaking of you," she continues "did you really think that you could get away with selling forged artifacts to a master cypher? That he would simply allow you to rob him? You are lucky he sent me, and didn't simply assemble a army of robots to rip you to pieces." Her leg stretches out beneath the table, and soon her foot begins running up and down his left shin, slowly, almost flirtatiously. He recoils after a moment, when she flashes him a predator's smile.
"Now, we're going to stand up, and walk out of here hand in hand. Make this difficult and I will kill you, and trust that I will do so very, very slowly. Do you understand?" He nods feebly, feeling the blood drain out of his face as icy sweat saturated his brow. He stood on shaky legs letting the elven woman lead him from the tavern. A few whoops and jeers are thrown from rowdy patrons thinking he's about to have the time of his life. "If they only knew" he muttered under his breath.


She maintains a vice-like grip upon his hand until they are on the darkened cobblestones of the road outside of the alehouse. He stumbles as all the strength seems to drain out of his limbs, barely able to press on as she coaxes him towards a squalid alley behind the tavern. Then, unexpectedly, she releases his hand and begins rifling through an old wine barrel that lays overturned next to the building. This was his chance, and he seizes it with gusto, staggering back towards the alehouse's entrance just as quickly as he can. As he ran, he spies something blocking his path, something that wasn't there a moment ago. In the nighttime gloom it's hard to make out the exact shape of it, seeming to be a bulge in the shadows clinging to the street. A spider? It leapt at him, and he threw his arms up to protect himself, skidding and falling hard to the ground in the process. Frantically he looks up, expecting to see the horror bearing down upon him, but he found nothing there. Behind him, the elven woman chastises him by clicking her tongue a few times. "Didn't I warn you? Not to tempt me with your blood? And here you are, the perfect little morsel..." He twists and looks back towards her, seeing an ornate bow in her hands, with a black arrow knocked and trained directly upon him. "shh, no begging now," she whispers with sickening sweetness, brushing off his blubbering pleas for clemency. "Besides, my employer wants me to capture you, not kill you." The words are a strange comfort, and his panic abates slightly. Then the arrow flies, shattering one of his ribs and lodges deeply into his heart. Tears fill his eyes, feeling betrayed somehow as fire envelops his chest and his life blood leaks out. He makes to speak out, but only manages a weak scarlet gurgle. "Y.. you said.. you wanted me alive.." The elven woman laid her bow aside, and now holds a fist-sized obsidian twisted metal contraption towards him. Even as he grew cold, he felt that horrible device compelling him somehow, calling out to him. "Of course, what use does a master cypher have for your body, when all he really wants is your mind and every precious secret it holds?" Her words fade to a distant hum as he could resist no longer, and finally submits to the beckoning mind prison that will bind him forevermore.



GREENS: Casual RP, Dungeon Crawling, Creative SRP

YELLOWS: Everything Else

REDS: Disrespect