Ruthe
(#75632229)
YOU DIE, I GET PAID, AIN'T IT FUNNY?
Familiar
Bubbling Goblin
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Obelisk
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
14.13 m
Wingspan
17.58 m
Weight
5350.54 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Metallic
Metallic
Midnight
Toxin
Toxin
Flaxen
Firefly
Firefly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Obelisk
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
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it's a perfect killing season. |
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☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰ She's never been more than this. Never. Ruthe rubs shoulders with men and women who were born to noble names and deeds, but she has never held it. One day she goes to do her job and cuts the throat of some man who calls himself Duke; the next, she's throwing down shots in the honor of a Viscountess who has decided to pay her what she's worth. It's easy, like this. Nobody expects anything of her. She's Vesta's brutish killer, who shoots first and asks questions never. Of course, she's done a few stints behind bars for it, but that's just a matter of course. Except none of them know this: Ruthe carries magic in the palms of her hands. When she touches a wound that's festering, reeking, it heals over, mending itself back to how it should be. Call it her little secret. Her perfect little secret. Ruthe carries it close. Nobody needs to know. What would they say, anyways? It'd just be another party trick, and none of them would even ask about the cats Ruthe keeps, mottled things that were hurting when she found them, fixed by killer's hands. At first they just kept her company when she smoked out on her stoop, but now, the three of them (they still don't have names, she's a ruiner, not a fixer) are her constant company when she's in her apartment. They're little mongrel stray things, little killing machines, covered in scars, treated badly. 's just something familiar about it, is all. | ++++++++++++++ |
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I MAKE THE MOST OF ALL THE SADNESS | BABY WE'RE SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM | WE'RE GOING DOWN AND YOU CAN SEE IT TOO
job: triggerpuller for Vesta Strauss. plausibly deniable. most of the time, she's a sneering lowlife in bar-rooms.
connections: connected to the Strauss company through her hitwoman work. that's... about it. aesthetic: smoke bubbling between lips in a low-lit bar. scarred palms. tired eyes. a fox's smile, vicious and sharp around the edges, impossibly so. hypnotic eyes, low-burning. blood on her chest bindings. the tatters of a nobleman's jacket 'round her shoulders. a dozen death warrants in a dozen cities, the flare of ash along her cheeks, bitter booze that's little better than prison swill. |
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