Post by Alexis and others on Sept 17, 2015 17:35:05 GMT -6
Name: Tanya Wellings
Alias: Sillouette
Alignment: Neutral Money
Height: 5'4"
Age: Unknown (people don't get the chance to ask.)
Hair Color: Red
Eye color: Blue
Appearance: sporting a dusty old leather "Cowboy" hat with a dolls head attached it, a plain dingy and torn white Mens shirt, a bandoleer of extra various rounds that was attached to a plain supply pack, a pair of tight fitted pants and a belt that carries a single holster housing a rune covered Arcane pistol, and a pair of old worn leather boots. the slender cold appearing woman shown in various wanted posters around villages has the appearance of a hardened Outlaw and the beauty of the finest most refined noblewoman mixed together in the same body.
Bio: In the darkness of an alleyway, the warm light of a small flame ignites and is covered momentarily before it's snuffed out to leave a soft orange ember hanging in mid air behind the barely visible appearance of a woman's dirty face. At that moment a single clink of what sounded like a spur could be heard as a voice flowed from the momentary glimpse of the woman. "You know sum'in, ah ben watchin' ya fer tha lass hour ina 'alf. Wif a coin purse like dat'in ya got dere, uh gurl could make one 'ell ofa night. Lemme make a lil' deal wif ya. Ah reckon." As the single spur clanks again a woman steps out just slightly into the light and takes the rolled smoke from her lips as she spoke through a bellowed exhale of smoke. "Ah'll tell ya muh story, ya giv that there purse and, an' you live ta tell yer friends ya ran inta tha infamous arcane gunslinger, Sillouette."
After a moment of this she sits down on a barrel and leans back against a wall as she spoke once more. "Tha storeh is purty really. Ah used ta be one dhem respecable women. Livin' life in tha taverns lettin' men treat muh body like one dhem strippin brauds. Dhen one day, one dhem boys gaught too close. So Ah stabbed 'im in tha 'eart an ran fer tha 'ills. Nex' t'hing ah know I dipp'd in a 'ouse ah thought was empty. Man I was wrong. Less jus' say. one t'ing lead ta anotha and boom Magic. But was all at uh price. Ya see, there was dhis old coot who was there an' see he had dhis here gun. Well we faught an' ah hurt 'im. hurt 'im bad, so he did sum' mumbo jumbo an' tha gun went aftuh meh. Dhen when duh gun caught meh ah 'eard 'is talkin in muh head. Nex t'ing ah know, ah had dah gun in muh hand and dhis wild urge ta kill. So wha's a gurl like meh ta do? I picked up evereh dirty bounty ah could get muh hands on." After a moment of pause she took another puff from the rolled smoke and flicked the ashes away.
"Dat's when ah killed duh wrong fella and nex' t'ing I know.. ah'm a wanted woman. Now, ah go 'round lookin' ta make it all right an' stop dah curse o' dhis wreched weapon. Will it eva 'appen? who knows. well d'ats tha story. Good luck wif ya friends.. dhey dun all like when a gurl got dhis much powah." In that she stood up and before you could say a word she was gone and so was the coin purse.
Alias: Sillouette
Alignment: Neutral Money
Height: 5'4"
Age: Unknown (people don't get the chance to ask.)
Hair Color: Red
Eye color: Blue
Appearance: sporting a dusty old leather "Cowboy" hat with a dolls head attached it, a plain dingy and torn white Mens shirt, a bandoleer of extra various rounds that was attached to a plain supply pack, a pair of tight fitted pants and a belt that carries a single holster housing a rune covered Arcane pistol, and a pair of old worn leather boots. the slender cold appearing woman shown in various wanted posters around villages has the appearance of a hardened Outlaw and the beauty of the finest most refined noblewoman mixed together in the same body.
Bio: In the darkness of an alleyway, the warm light of a small flame ignites and is covered momentarily before it's snuffed out to leave a soft orange ember hanging in mid air behind the barely visible appearance of a woman's dirty face. At that moment a single clink of what sounded like a spur could be heard as a voice flowed from the momentary glimpse of the woman. "You know sum'in, ah ben watchin' ya fer tha lass hour ina 'alf. Wif a coin purse like dat'in ya got dere, uh gurl could make one 'ell ofa night. Lemme make a lil' deal wif ya. Ah reckon." As the single spur clanks again a woman steps out just slightly into the light and takes the rolled smoke from her lips as she spoke through a bellowed exhale of smoke. "Ah'll tell ya muh story, ya giv that there purse and, an' you live ta tell yer friends ya ran inta tha infamous arcane gunslinger, Sillouette."
After a moment of this she sits down on a barrel and leans back against a wall as she spoke once more. "Tha storeh is purty really. Ah used ta be one dhem respecable women. Livin' life in tha taverns lettin' men treat muh body like one dhem strippin brauds. Dhen one day, one dhem boys gaught too close. So Ah stabbed 'im in tha 'eart an ran fer tha 'ills. Nex' t'hing ah know I dipp'd in a 'ouse ah thought was empty. Man I was wrong. Less jus' say. one t'ing lead ta anotha and boom Magic. But was all at uh price. Ya see, there was dhis old coot who was there an' see he had dhis here gun. Well we faught an' ah hurt 'im. hurt 'im bad, so he did sum' mumbo jumbo an' tha gun went aftuh meh. Dhen when duh gun caught meh ah 'eard 'is talkin in muh head. Nex t'ing ah know, ah had dah gun in muh hand and dhis wild urge ta kill. So wha's a gurl like meh ta do? I picked up evereh dirty bounty ah could get muh hands on." After a moment of pause she took another puff from the rolled smoke and flicked the ashes away.
"Dat's when ah killed duh wrong fella and nex' t'ing I know.. ah'm a wanted woman. Now, ah go 'round lookin' ta make it all right an' stop dah curse o' dhis wreched weapon. Will it eva 'appen? who knows. well d'ats tha story. Good luck wif ya friends.. dhey dun all like when a gurl got dhis much powah." In that she stood up and before you could say a word she was gone and so was the coin purse.