If you said you wanted me, I'd definitely hold it against you.
Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Psychic Persuasion- The ability to plant, or push ideas into one's mind, seeming it be their own.Enchantment- The ability to enchant an object with the use of a spell.Close Quarters Combat- Skilled in the ways of fighting hand-to-hand.Seduction- A semi-natural ability to get what one wants with the use of physical attributes.Items:(Black Jeweled Bracelet)(Litch Dagger)(Enchanted Necklace)Accessories:
General Description: Scarlet is an imposing figure, if she were in high school she would be the resident (attention) whore. She stands at 5'9, tall and slender. She is more well-endowed in some aspects, than most of "her" kind. Her hair is a deep red, it falls just below her neck. She generall wears it in a non-intrusive bun. Her eyes are a deep brown, almost appearing black at times, though they change to an eery shade of gold under some circumstances. Her markings have a striking difference to her half-sister's, as well as her stepmother's. She appears to be in her late 20s, while in fact she is in reality closer to 580 years old.
Personality: Scarlet is gnerally an unpleasant person to be around, unless she wants something from someone, she couldn't give a damn less about them. She's very selfish, loving to gain for herself rather than anyone else. She is very provocative, and at times that turns into a perversion that only a drunkard could find attractive. She has little morality, and even less compassion.
Background: See Violet's Background.
Scarlet T??rann enters the bar, a nasty scowl on her face. Her long black bangs are plastered to her face, her unkempt fingernails pushed open the door.
She walked into the bar, slowly. Observing her surroundings. It had been a long time since she'd been here. Her mission now, the same as the last time. Her combat boots thudded on the floor beneath her feet. She made her way to the bar, sitting down.
Scarlet T??rann turned and glanced at Leon Minoru.
She waited for him to acknowledge her, and if he did she would say.
Yeah, you. What's your name, eh?
Scarlet T??rann flashed him a smile, one of her best. Although it was still chilled, frozen on her face. She was pretty, but she was evil. This was her job.
Leon, eh? Can you do me a favor, Leon? Do you like girls?
Scarlet T??rann smiled even brighter.
She was speaking in her usual accent, it sounded gruff. Almost manly, yet it still had that sultry undertone.
Uh-huh. How about the sorta tall types. Shapely, athletic, responsible real.....sweet. Long hair, youthful air of confidence about her. You like those types a women?
Scarlet glared at Leon. 'Wise ass, he'll do what I ask. She cleared her throat, inviting herself to his table. Sitting down across from him.
She let this sink in a moment. By loads of cash, she did mean load. $50, 000 kind of loads. That's how rich they were, they were royalty, after all.
Look, Leon. There's this girl. Real gorgeous, some guys'd say. You are going to get close to her. Ya see, you will. Loads of cash for this measley little favor.
All you have to do is get close to her, get your money, and you're good to go.
Scarlet T??rann looked over at Haruhi.
She had intended to be rude, yes. She was just this way.
Yeah, hun. Just peachy. Go play with your dolls, or something.
Scarlet T??rann snarled at him. A very menacing look about her face.
She said, quite convincingly tears formed in her eyes, on streaming down her face.
I love this girl, she's my little sister. She needs some companionship, and she's not having the best of luck with it.
All you gotta do is get close.
Scarlet T??rann glared up at Drake Stern.
She walked up in front of Drake. She usually wasn't defensive, when it came to to her people's lives. Live and let die, she says.
My ten year old nephew is more burly than you! And he barely makes it to my shoulder!
She almost spit on him, but she refrained, her low growl still escaping her lips.
You gonna kill that girl, bloods on your hands. This bar's got nothing to be heisted.
You want to fight? You want to prove your manliness? Do it with someone your own size.
Scarlet T??rann sat back down in front of Leon M.
You decided to take my offer yet?
Scarlet T??rann pushed Gambit's doors open, her nails audibly scratching against it. She was in her usual attire, combat boot, cargo pants and a worn tank top. She wasn't all that tall, she wasn't curvy much at all, but she was somewhat pretty.
She walked into the bar, and sat on a stool. Her earlier advances had been foiled, and so she needed to try again. Someone had to know her sister, as much as she talked, there was no missing her. She looked around the room, red eyes flickering over everyone.
Scarlet T??rann had no time to just wait around for her sister. For all she knew she could be out with some freak show she called a friend. Disgusting how these people lived, no maids or anything. And she had to be the one related to the idiot girl who moved here. She was going to kill her. That is, if she ever found her.
Scarlet stood up from her seat, walked to the middle of the bar, and made a quite loud general inquiry.
Perfect, the sob story,. That usually worked.
Who the hell here knows a chick named Violet?! I know at least ONE of you does. She's my sister and she's run away! You're only putting her and yourselves in danger by lying...
Scarlet T??rann was of course putting on a show, one she'd practiced several times. She had a worried look on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She pitifully wiped her face, as if trying to make herself presentable. She looked frail, although she knew very well she was anything but.
She took this opportunity to stifle a sob, letting it barely escape her lips.
Yes, Violet. She's my little sister and she ran off when she got into an argument with our father. Now her mom's sick with worry and we need her home.
Have you seen her by any chance?
Scarlet T??rann took her time in responding, still putting on her pity show.
A long while ago, she's been gone for months. I'm assuming you've seen her, has she been alright?
She sniffled and held her hands against her chest in a clasped position, as if praying or begging.
I really need to see her...
Scarlet T??rann sat down, furrowing her brows.
She looked down at the floor in front of her, tilting her head.
Scarlet. Like the color.
I've looked all over Terra for her. She's an adult, sure. But she wasn't supposed to leave like this. Her alcoholism, and her obsession with knives. She's dangerous, her sweetness had been a facade her whole life. And we need her home, before she hurts someone. Her mother misses her terribly.
Scarlet T??rann inwardly seethed, they weren't taking her crap. And....Colonel? Violet knew a Colonel? What the hell was this, upside down land? She stood up, seemingly with caution.
She was getting bothered now, people had obviously gotten smarter.
Scarlet T??rann was not intimidated, but she acted it. 'Cowering' in a fragile way, she was slightly bent forward, like people did when they were pained.
She sniffled and wiped her nose, which was conveniently red now.
Violet is my little sister. Yes. All I asked was if she was around, or alright at least.
Scarlet T??rann nodded eagerly, twirling the edge of her hair on her finger, she sighed.
The whole time she said this, she was crying. Glancing from Shine's face to the ground and back again.
All he wanted was for her to stop drinking and find something else to focus on besides knives. But she wouldn't hear it, just would listen. And Demi, poor Demi. We all think she kidnapped that poor little girl. She treats her nicely, sure. But it's not right to take someone who's not yours.
I really need to find her, her mother'll die of worrying if she doesn't see her soon.
Scarlet T??rann smiled ever so slightly. She couldn't help but get that glare in her eyes again.
She made sure to not change her voice too much, although she did sound very relieved.
Well, hopefully I'll see you soon.
Scarlet T??rann looked around the bar. She needed someone who knew Violet, this was urgent. Why wouldn't anyone tell her where she was?
Scarlet T??rann entered the bar. Her dark her pulled back, away from her face. She walked into the bar fully, her boots thudding dully against the ground beneath her.
She sat in an empty seat, glancing around the room.