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9 yrs ago
just watched the last episode of Poldark..... OMG I can't wait for the next season!!!!!

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A little about me;

-I am female
-I can roleplay both genders
-I write two or more paragraphs (I tend to mirror my partner though)
- I am a mature role player, so R rated themes don't bother me.
- I am able to be get on at least 1-3 times a week

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In Delete 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@WeepingLiberty
I changed it to two between from your last post
@ViolentViolet

Hey Vi, I'm going to have to drop this rp. Feeling a little lost and finding it hard to keep up. Sorry :(
Ubatrazi - Trazi


No one would of thought that someone like Ubatrazi belonged on a ship like this. She looked innocent, non-threatening, and someone who would get hurt easily if no one protected her, as everyone else on the ship looked like they had some sort of past, some sort of history that made them bad ass's. But they would be wrong, as under her innocent demeanor was an assassin. She had a past like everyone else, only she didn't wear it on her sleeve like everyone else seemed to. She liked keeping her past in the past, though it didn't like to stay there at times.

Trazi was laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She had been on the ship for eight hours, and for two of those hours she had been sleeping. For the other six, she took the time to explore the ship. She wanted to know all possible escape routes, good places to hide, and what she could turn into a weapon if things went to hell. So far she had a pretty good layout of the ship, she knew where most of the dead ends were, where to hide and what was the shortest route to the escape pods were. She did this on nearly all the ships she was on. Most of the time though she had a digital layout of the ship she would study before coming on a ship this big. But the offer for this job came suddenly and the credits they offered were more than what she could make in year.

But she was having regrets now, as the offer for this job came only two hours after she landed on Naboo. How did they know she was going to be there? She was travelling under a false name and had made the decision to travel there on a whim. No one would of guessed she would be going there, unless they were tracking her. This was her biggest worry, as she was unsure if this employer was really just a cover for her old master Blokere. The thought that she might of just walked into his trap made her sick. She didn't want to go back to him or be within a hundred light years of him.

Getting up from the bed Trazi shook her head trying to clear it of the thoughts that were swirling inside. "I need a drink." She mumbled to herself as she left her room. She walked the halls on light nearly soundless feet, it was habit now to walk like that. She remembered when she use to walk "normally" and how Blokere would send electric shocks through her, via a device he had grafted to her back. She shook her head again trying to forget about it, she didn't need to remember such things.

It didn't take her long to find the bar, it was one of the first places she looked for when she was exploring. She made her way to the bar to order a drink, all the while making note of escape routes, how many people were in the bar, and what she could use as improvised weapons. Plus she took note on how to kill or injure those that were there. She wasn't always like this, she use to be a care free girl with a bright future. How things change. She was made into this, into a silent killer of the shadows.

Taking the drink she was served, she leaned on the bar and looked around the cantina. She could feel the eyes of a few human and non-human males on her. A small flirtatious smile came to her lips as she glanced in their direction. She knew that the way she positioned herself and the way she looked at them would be... enticing. But this too was habbit, as it was how she got her prey and how she made extra credits on the side. She looked away from the group, still smiling while lightly biting her lip. She wasn't laying it on thick, it was just enough to make them interested.

She took this time to take note of the large brown scaled Ssi-ruu. It was slightly surprising to see one, as they rarely went off their own planet. Trazi knew that it would be a hard one to bring down if things went south, but she knew of ways on how to. But she also knew that the Ssi-ruu would be the biggest target of blaster fire.

She suddenly wondered if the Ssi-ruu was part of the team that agent said the employer was forming, if it was this was no doubt going to be interesting.
@Sep

I changed it, I plan on going into detail about her assassin training when we start IC.
Brea Lovell


The smell of piss, ale, vomit and smoke was rather strong in the tavern known as the Hanged Man. But it was something that Brea wouldn't change, as it kept those who were of the law away. Well most of the time, on occasion the guard would come but then it was mostly to relax and drink.

Brea had been in Kirkwall for only a month or so and so far she loved it. Even with all its history and bitterness towards minorities. It was an exciting place to live and so far no one was hounding her for being a mage. That was a problem in all the other places she had stayed, once they found out she was a mage they would run her out. Even with the new divine "freeing" mages not many people liked it and would still force them out of towns and villages. Cities were a little different, they would tolerate mages being around, but there was still some that would make their distrust known.

"Want another drink Brea?" Asked the bartender as he wiped the bar. Not that wiping the bar cleaned it from all grime that built up over the years. Smiling sweetly she shook her head, her smile seemed to make him blush which made her smile grow a little. She had only know Jar for two weeks but he seemed like a nice guy, a honest man. Well as honest as one would expect a bartender to be.

"So Jar, what's happening in the city?" She asked as she nursed her drink. She wasn't one for gossip but she felt talking, at least for a bit. Jar gave her a dumbfounded look as if he couldn't believe what she just asked. "Well there's that thing with the new cleric, that's big news ya know." Jar said sounding a surprised and slight teasing. Brea rolled her eyes as she leaned on the dirty counter. Of course she knew about that, that news had been on everyone's lips for weeks if not months. "I know that silly, but anything else I should know? Anything new?" She asked playfully. She knew she was flirting, but then if she didn't Jar would of never have given her some of his best ale for half the cost. Of course he said she was the only one he did that for, but she was sure any cute girl that walked through those doors and batted their eyes at him got to his best stock.

"Not much news except that. Everything else just isn't that note worthy." He said with a small sigh.

Sighing herself, she looked around the tavern and took note of all the drunks, gamblers, and shifty people. All these people took the time of the inauguration of the cleric to make deals and side deals as the guard and all other authorities were at the chantry ready to protect the new cleric. It was a good time for getting business done and making deals. That was when she noticed a qunari sitting in the shadows. He looked rather intimidating but then most qunari looked that way. She watched as he sat there then turned to the drunks that didn't seem to notice that he was there. How they didn't notice the huge mass was beyond her, as a blind nug could see him. She laughed slightly when the two men stumbled and babbled at the qunari's question.

"I am sorry good sire, but I am not one to take stupidity such as theirs to lightly." The qunari said before tossing Jar a few coppers for the drinks.

Jar nodded and as soon as the qunari was out of the building he mumbled something about a damned oxmen. Brea shook her head, she didn't like people talking about others like they were dirt. "Come now Jar, not all qunari are bad." She said as she sipped her drink.
"You weren't here when those damned oxmen took over the city." Jar said bitterly as he wiped the bar top again.

Shaking her head again, she dug into her coin purse to pay for her drink but Jar shook his head. "Thanks Jar, see ya later." She said as she blew him a kiss and hurried out the tavern. She looked around and noticed how eerily quiet the streets were, it felt wrong as if it foretold something was going to happen. On the up side though it made finding the huge qunari easy.

She had no idea why she wanted to follow the large mass of muscle, all she knew was that there was something about him that peeked her interest. She kept some distance from him, but he was always within sight. Thank the Maker that he is tall. She thought as she followed him up to High Town and to the new Chantry.
In Delete 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Everyone doing okay this weekend?
I think Trazi is done now :)
Hope she's good enough.
Are we going to start? :)

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