Looking for male partner for some Cat and Mouse. Details Inside ^^

[Mieko]

Well it's looking like i have enough time for just one more rp perhaps. Nothing to insane or detailed I want the story to play itself out though I imagine it in a medieval/fantasy setting.
This is a character i created some time ago and I would like to revive her.

Below is the character and her her introduction to the story. If she interests you let me know and we can go from there.

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Unseasonably warm was the best she could call it. Though from time to time a light breeze would pass through cooling her skin. Even from her perch high in the trees, even with the shade they had to offer; it did little to lessen the heat of the midday sun. By now the weather should have turned cool in this part of the land. It could only mean one thing. With as long as the summer heat had dragged itself on, the winter would likely be just as brutal. The reason she was sure that the man she now observed from her hiding place, had spent the better part of the day from the time the sun had risen until now doing little more than chopping wood. Preparing himself now and stockpiling the wood, rather than be caught at the eleventh hour with nothing left on hand in the very dead of winter. A sensible, reasonable conclusion as there was no other she could draw from it.

Sensible and reasonable were two things that Amaisal Auvraeundlin found necessary in her chosen profession. Though one could say it was not so very much her chosen profession as one that had been thrust upon her. As the product of an unwilling union between a human mother with and a drow father, Amaisal had been cast aside upon her birth. However blameless her mother had been in the act, it had left her stained to the extent no other man would have her. A bastard child, and one half drow had drawn nothing but scorn for the young woman. And so Amaisal had been left behind at the church by her mother, in hopes that those of the faith might have some compassion and give her a life she herself had no chance of providing.

In Amaisal's mind it had not been compassion which had caused her mother to take such actions, but rather self-pity and a selfish heart. Her time at the church had not lasted long as by the age of twelve she'd escaped it only to find herself fending for herself on the streets for long months before she'd been taken in by the most unseemly of sorts. Cyemar Teasen had been an little more than a thief. A man who had taught her to pick pockets and locks and other acts of petty thievery. He'd soon found however her mixed heritage left her with a nimbleness and a stealth that was lacking in the average human. Her fingers were lighter than her skin. A coloring which was odd given her background. But for the sharpness of her features and the odd shades that hinted at purple mixed within her dark brown hair, she could easily have passed for a full-blood human.

Something she'd never cared to do as she mingled about freely in her village, paying no mind the the mistrustful looks she'd garnered form the common folk. Poor though she may be, Amaisal was anything but common. But she knew her limits. Drawing attention to herself was one of those limits.

Petty thievery however, soon became little more than a means to pass the time as it quickly grew tedious and tiresome; and the few coin snatched from here and there was barely enough for Amaisal to survive on. What was more she found it to be beneath her and it left her feeling entirely unfulfilled. It was the first time she'd been caught in the act and had spilled a man's blood to keep him silent that she'd found her true calling.

Though the guilt of killing a man who was doing little more than protecting his own property had weighed heavy on her shoulders for a time. At sixteen it had put her on the path she followed to this day some five years later. There was something exhilarating about spilling man's blood, though to be truly free from the guilt that would inevitably follow, that man would have to be stained. Death would only come if there was a suitable reason, and a good bit of coin upon committing the act. An act which in this case was a contract. One for which she would be paid handsomely for once carried out.

[Mieko]

Spoken for and closed ^^