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Description
A youthful bounty hunter, possibly in her early twenties, with red hair and feckles spotting her cheeks. However, she is tough, having experienced many hardships in her life and her job. She has a very coarse voice, as if she has been singing very loudly for too long. She wears tight short black pants and a plain black top.
Personality
Gabriella is fairly rough, her job not allowing for her to be soft, however she is friendly enough. Friends aside, she wouldn't hesitate to kill one if they turned out to be evil.
Equipment
Bolt Gun
The bolt guns are very simple weapons, with the power to launch projectiles as hard as a handgun at close quaters. However, overall they have less range. The bolt gun allows custom ammunition to be loaded and fired without causing detonation before it impacts the target. Each boltgun has a bayonet attachment on the bottom.
Ammunition
Immolative (Chem)
Acidic (Chem)
Freezing (Chem)
Freezing (Magic)
Electric (Magic)
Gloves
Every bounty hunters gotta have a nice set of leather gloves with rubber grips on the front
Cloak
An excessive large dark and near fireproof cloak to conceal her body.
History
Gabriella doesn't like to talk about her past too much. She often says 'What's here is what's now' in answer to anything about her past.
Gabriella Lolenia enters the bar with her cloak tightly wrapped around her body, heading for the bar. Once there she waves a hand, as if in some sort of attempt to attract the attention of a bartender. God knows why she thought there would be one. She must be new.
Gabriella Lolenia raised her head. Hunger of the... The fuck? She turns around to look in the direction of the speakers. Uriel and Parson. Ah, she figured, young vampire being taught how to live without killing. Well, she'd put a bolt through the bastard if he tried anything, but for the time being he wasn't doing anything wrong. Besides, she'd come here to get drunk, not hunt. She turns back around to the bar, minding her own business.
Gabriella Lolenia looked over to Alisandria Ti'kame. "You alright there?" she asks in her usual coarse voice, sounding like a long time smoker, "Cause I'd hate to see you're show go unnoticed, slamming the door and everything," she adds with a nod towards the door and a wave of her hand from there to the seat the woman was now on.
Gabriella Lolenia shrugs. "Sure, if you say so. Shadows, eh?" she asks patiently. She spoke slowly, as if she was trying to pronounce each word with a slight southern american accent. "I take it you're talking about a type of work and not a type of person? Like, assassins compared to vampires," she says rather obviously.
Gabriella Lolenia shrugs. "I'm a hunter. Not quite an assassin, not nearly a fighter. I'm that little inbetween who's not here or there. Wouldn't handle myself in a straight fight, not got the skills to take out a target, but put me in a hunting position and I handle myself just fine." She nods. "So, you an assassin? I've met a few in my time, but usually we don't mesh all that great. Difference in professionality and all that."
Gabriella Lolenia shrugs. "Our works are kind of different. You're under contract, I have standards. Not to say you don't, I just mean morality-wise, I let targets go if they're good. I mean, they actually have to be good to get away with it, none of this 'I can change' bullshit." She grins, offering out a gloved hand. "Names Gabriella, but you can call me a male name if you really prefer, I don't give a damn. Gabe or Gab's fine."
Gabriella Lolenia shrugs. "World peace is kinda counter-intuitive for an assassin, but if you say so. I just hunt demons, wolves, vamps, people, angels, elves, whatever the fuck goes a little out of control and starts hurting people. Then I dump their corpse in a government office and ask for money for the duty I've served. I'm practically a god damn super hero," she says with a dry grin and chuckle.
Gabriella Lolenia snorts and scrunches up her face. "I don't listen to people. People can go get fucked. I do what I do because I want to, then I demand payment from the government for bringing in dangerous criminals. Sometimes I go hungry, but fuck, at least I'm helping people the people I want to go get fucked." She was pretty friendly, even if she didn't seem very social. "Still, one of the main reasons I don't get along with assassins is 'cause I end up trying to kill most of the ones I meet."
Gabriella Lolenia shakes her head. "You don't look like you're killing nobody right now, so I guess I don't have any reason to start shooting. B'sides. I'm new here. Gotta make some friends on my first day."
Gabriella Lolenia snatched up a cup to tap to Alisandria's cup. "Here's to not killing each other, and killing the people we want to kill." With a sigh, she leant back in her seat. "Yeah, probably shouldn't talk too much about who we've been killing, though. The more I hear the less I can ignore, and all that."
Gabriella Lolenia shrugs. "Like I said, I'm new in town. Chances are I haven't, cause I haven't start yet. Hey..." she gets up with a nod, looking towards the bounty board. "That's a good start. Might find a coupla jobs here and then once I know my way around I'll stick to making my own work."
Gabriella Lolenia nods. "Yeah? I didn't know assassins had friends." She shrugs, then sits back down, accepting the slip. "Thanks. I'll see ya around sometime, but for now I'd better arrange myself somewhere to sleep."
Gabriella Lolenia enters the bar with cloak draped over her shoulders, shrouding her form and weaponry. The hood was pulled up to likewise conceal her face as she strolled in, careful steps carrying her to the counter where she simply stood, waiting for some sort of service. Which meant she was new here.
Gabriella Lolenia leant back from the counter, letting her hood fall away to reveal her dull red hair. "What the hell..." she says quietly in her usual coarse voice. She looked down the bar then around the room before calling, "Hey, can I get some service here?"
Gabriella Lolenia frowns, staring at the drake. "Oh, so you speak," she says in a dull voice, as if not surprised. "Well, in that case can you get me some whiskey?" She leans away from the other person, raising an eyebrow to her. Well, looked like people were just starting to arrive. "Just a bottle, thanks. No need for a glass."
Gabriella Lolenia raises a hand to catch the whisky, but fumbles and drops it onto the counter. "Hey, watch yourself. Not everyone has lightning fast reflexes, ya' know."
Gabriella Lolenia shakes her head. "So what, you the bartender around here?" She turns around, removing the lid of the whiskey and leaning on the counter. She'd probably be helpful with a demon problem, but the words had slipped past her ears.
Gabriella Lolenia raised an eyebrow and turns back around. "Wait, so you're... not a bartender?" she asks flatly, then places the whiskey down on the counter.
Gabriella Lolenia presses a hand to her eyes, rubbing at them for a moment. "No no no, look, I thought this wasn't a maybe, but a yes or no. What I'm asking is, are you employed, or are you just being 'helpful'?" she says bluntly.
Gabriella Lolenia keeps her coins to herself and leaves the whiskey on the counter. "Thanks for the help, she says dryly."