kimbra_ailis

~ A City Forsaken ~

Assassin(switch) ^ Mage ~A City Forsaken~ She recieved word from one of her contacts that they had a job for her. Mostly she worked as an assassin though from time to time she could be pursauded into stealing as well.




Fetishes
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~

Walking the streets day after day she could see what kinds of jobs where available to a woman. Before she leaned any better she had been a prostitute as a teen. Even now the life to her seemed distasteful, but then again she had seen too much to go back to that. Though she had to prove herself repeatedly she found a job with a low ranking member of the new Baron. The work was mostly dirty work, passed down the ranks to the very bottom. The money paid any bills she had and kept her living well. Rarely did she ever do any real work. Once in a great while there was someone who needed assassinated or a house to rob but for the most part her time was her own.
As any other night she walked slowly down the streets, passing the prostitutes and gentlemen. She passed as a high lady, it seemed rare enough because so few woman could survive if they didn’t work the street. Even with her appearance men stopped to her to make offers. One made a mistake of trying to touch her. Out of anger she nearly broke his wrist.Over time she grew to hate the man that passed as the Baron. His means were cruel and life was very unfair. She also reasoned he was the reason she was stuck in the damn city. Had she sat down and thought of it she might have gone after him herself. Yet she knew that was folly to take on such a man by herself.
She stood at 58" and he stood at 511". Her eyes were a stunning shade or green that often seemed captivating. At this time her hair is deep brown but she has been known to die it black or bleach it till it was white. On this particular night she had her deep brown hair in a tight braid, though strands of her hair wave loosely in the wind. Her green eyes look out from under her hood as she walked down the street. Her tie up sandals were silent on the path that she walked and her skirt flowed silently with each step. The sleeves of her shirt hung loosely off the shoulders, but for the time that was out of sight due to the cloak. Her sword is not apparent. She has it hanging conveniently underneath her cloak.
Not far down the street she slipped inside a small tavern. Keeping to the shadows she found the bar and ordered a strong wyne. After paying she sat down at a table in a corner to wait. Se left the hood of her cloak up to cover her face. The low ranked contact had sent word to meet her here. He was supposed to be here by now. Looking around she could see he was no where in sight. Sighing she toke a drink of her wyne. She did not like to be kept waiting. She had been watching the crowd with some distaste. Though she loved to drink and study people but she hated the drunken fools that now surrounded her. It actually made her wonder if any of them had any intelligence at all. Most of the night she had her head bent down simply listening to the conversations around her.




Walking the streets day after day she could see what kinds of jobs where available to a woman. Before she leaned any better she had been a prostitute as a teen. Even now the life to her seemed distasteful, but then again she had seen too much to go back to that. Though she had to prove herself repeatedly she found a job with a low ranking member of the new Baron. The work was mostly dirty work, passed down the ranks to the very bottom. The money paid any bills she had and kept her living well. Rarely did she ever do any real work. Once in a great while there was someone who needed assassinated or a house to rob but for the most part her time was her own.
As any other night she walked slowly down the streets, passing the prostitutes and gentlemen. She passed as a high lady, it seemed rare enough because so few woman could survive if they didn’t work the street. Even with her appearance men stopped to her to make offers. One made a mistake of trying to touch her. Out of anger she nearly broke his wrist. Over time she grew to hate the man that passed as the Baron. His means were cruel and life was very unfair. She also reasoned he was the reason she was stuck in the damn city. Had she sat down and thought of it she might have gone after him herself. Yet she knew that was folly to take on such a man by herself.
She stood at (HEIGHT) and he stood at 511". Her eyes were a stunning shade of (EYE COLOR) that often seemed captivating. At this time her hair is (HAIR COLOR) but she has been known to die it (COLOR OF DYE CHANGE). On this particular night she had her (HAIR COLOR) in a tight braid, though strands of her hair wave loosely in the wind. Her (EYE COLOR)look out from under her hood as she walked down the street. Her tie up sandals were silent on the path that she walked and her skirt flowed silently with each step. The sleeves of her shirt hung loosely off the shoulders, but for the time that was out of sight due to the cloak. Her sword is not apparent. She has it hanging conveniently underneath her cloak.
Not far down the street she slipped inside a small tavern. Keeping to the shadows she found the bar and ordered a strong wyne. After paying she sat down at a table in a corner to wait. She left the hood of her cloak up to cover her face. The low ranked contact had sent word to meet her here. He was supposed to be here by now. Looking around she could see he was no where in sight. Sighing she toke a drink of her wyne. She did not like to be kept waiting. She had been watching the crowd with some distaste. Though she loved to drink and study people but she hated the drunken fools that now surrounded her. It actually made her wonder if any of them had any intelligence at all. Most of the night she had her head bent down simply listening to the conversations around her.