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Description
Short black hair, falling just past her ears. A scar wraps neatly down the bridge of her nose and under her dark eyes, or at least the left one. A large tattoo of a cobra wraps around her right forearm.
Equipment
A mace made of silver, with little-to-none enchantments upon it. She also wields a bow made of [insert wood], with a quiver full of spelled arrows ready to be summoned when needed.
History
A slave in Ancient Egypt, she was killed when her lord died and was buried. Eventually found and recruited by the Exorcists, she somehow made her way to Overseer Patricius' top enforcement group: the Vesica Ora. She started a rather... Odd relationship with her partner Isak, or North.
Kanika 's hand darted toward the back of Isak's head, giving him a good smack. "If I recall, leaving him there was YOUR idea. All I did was agree. And besides," she said snidely as she brought her arm down, "I didn't get my foot caught in a beartrap."
Kanika "Shit," she muttered, rubbing her nose. "Not like Iggy wouldn't have found out anyway! I swear, I think he knows how our blood tastes or something." She brought her hand away, looking with disdain at Isak. "So are we gonna cut the crap and get drunk, or do you want to keep arguing your point?"
Kanika cursed under her breath. "Son of a bitch, have you been bitchy since you went to Sweden! They're neutral, get used to it North!" She pulled a chair over, settling in to it, with her elbow propped on one knee and her chin in her hand.
Kanika "You say that like I actually liked Egypt. Fuckers killed me in the name of religion!" She was obviously a bit testy about that. "And besides," she said, pushing his boot away, "We didn't spend all our time in boats with a bunch of sweaty guys in fur."
Kanika "Well, you haven't lost your hearing, in that case." She said with a grin. Isak wasn't terribly likely to kill her. "That is exactly what I said, Issy." Kanika leaned forward, her nose pressing in to Isak's. "Just what are you gonna do about it?"
Kanika 'Ooofed' as she was socked in the gut, grabbing Isak's wrist and attempting to pull him off of his stool. "Motherfucker!"
Kanika cackled, ducking the punch and picking up her chair, trying to smack Isak in the chest with the furniture piece.
Kanika rolled her eyes, tugging her mace out of the loop it was kept in on her thigh. "Didn't plan on this, actually."
Kanika answered by swinging her mace, aiming for the center of Isak's mass. "You're the one who always starts this shit."
Kanika moved just enough that her forearm took the blow, and not her actual shoulder. Sucking in air through her teeth, she tried aiming for his testicles again. "Overreact, why don't you?!"
Kanika doubled over from the kick, thus actually allowing her mouth to be within the range of Isak's. She took it gleefully, running a finger down his chest.
Kanika shrugged. "Public place, North. Guess a room'd be cheap."