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Kitt Dreyer

"Want me to Give you a Permanent Smile?"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by FaeFire

Description

Kitt stands at an 5'9" height, and has jet black hair. She has a pair of dark, ruthless gray-green eyes, clearly saying she doesn't like you to most. On her upper arm she has one tattoo, an old tribal pattern, although she never really speaks of the tattoo's origin. Other than that she isn't exactly really tall, but she isn't a munchkin either. Her build hints at agility and speed.
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Personality

Kit doesn't seem to care for anyone else but herself and most of the time doesn't. She is often cynical, sarcastic and for lack of better terms (Sorry if this offends anyone) A bitch. She was raised to learn to fight for herself, and the Survival of the Fittest law, is the only law she abides by other than the Darwinistic "Surivival of the Fittest". Her life motto "stercus accidit" or in more direct translation "Shit Happens" is a reflection of her personality.

Equipment

For her personal protection and interests, she carries around a switchblade, which she wrote "aux pax" or 'For Peace' as a final taunt to her foes. Although the switchblade is a longer and thinnner than usual example, being about 5 inches, it will occasionally bring a laugh to her foe, until they realize that the red stain on the handle isn't paint.

Other than her switchblade, she carries around a packet of cigarettes and a beaten flip-lighter, at some point in time may have had a peace sign on it, but now its been too scuffed and scrapped.

As for clothes, she wears, as standard jeans, and sneakers. Along with her black tank top, and her gloves, she wears only one other thing, that being a dark blue bandanna around her upper left forearm for untold reasons.

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Kitt Dreyer's Story

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The woman took another drag from the cigarette and exhaled slowly, manipulating the smoke into forming a smoke ring, floating its way to the top of the alley eventually fading into darkness. Then something caught her eye. A man shambling about the alley way, she took one last drag from her cigarette before throwing it on the ground not even bothering to put it out. Kitt lifted her back from the rough, wall of whatever "Fine" establishment she was using to lean against and pulled out her switchblade, seeing an opportunity for a quick buck. A drunk man in a cloak, if he didn't have money he would have something to pawn off.

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Kitt gave the passerby a very, very false smile. She bumped into her shoulder as she walked past him. Kitt took advantage of that and in one blurring motion, spun on the ball of her foot, moving one hand under his armpit and to grab the back of his neck, and in her other hand, the scraping of metal on wood was heard and she brought the switchblade around tried placing the razor edge over the man's adam's apple.
"Good evening."

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Kitt Dreyer Ms.Dreyer disliked a lot of things, and a wiseass victim was one of them. "Yes you can." She whispered into his ear, and made sure to get a closer grip on the gentleman, bringing on of her legs in between his and wrapping it around one of his, giving her a perfect position to trip him, should something happen.
"Gimme all you got, I want your money not your life. But try to make a move I won't think twice." Kitt gave a wiggle to her switchblade, making sure it was apparent how sharp it was.

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"Tsk tsk, Learn to have manner why don't you." Kitt was beginning to tire of the quips and its was only the second one. "Fine, but first, take that sword off your belt. Slowly." her voice was fraying at the edges from her unhealthy habits.

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Kitt Dreyer Just to drive her point home, she nudged the effort along with pulling back her foot a bit more, hopefully throwing off his balance more than hers.

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Kitt Dreyer "Do you want to keep the sword? Really? I could just end you right here here and you can take it to the grave with you. Fair Deal?" Kitt allowed him the slow movements to grab the sword. She could almost smell the alcohol on Alrion's breath and wrinkled her nose.

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"If I said no? I'm no an unreasonable person, give me something in return, I'll take the sword, Leave it at some location for you to pick up later. Sound fair? Its not like its gonna kill me." The woman took a deep breath, "Maybe I'll throw in some mouth wash." She made a move with the hand that held the knife to cut his coin purse free of Alrion's purse.

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Kitt's balance wasn't the greatest and as Alrion wheeled around she lost her own balance and stumbled backwards. Her switchblade flew out of her hand, skidding along the floor with a ominous sound. At that moment Kitt's "Oh Shit." instincts kicked in and stood still. Now she was facing an armed opponent being unarmed. She didn't know what was more dangerous a sober man with a sort, or a drunken one.

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"We'll see about that..." With those words Kitt kicked her legs intentionally out from beneath herself landing on the ground hard with an angry grunt, then she began screaming for help, and flailing her arms about nervously.
"Help! Help! I'm being assaulted!" She voice sounded even raspier now, a side effect of the screaming. The only way she could've tried to make the exhibit anymore realistic is if she was crying. Interally she scoffed at showing weakness like that.

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Kitt gave him a cold glare, "Well, I could stop shouting, preserve my beautiful voice and strike a deal with you, or I could go ahead and get some poor sap to come in here and club you halfway to hell. The latter sounds better to me." With htat she returned back to she screaming and pleaing in the dark alleyway.

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Kitt watched the overly convincing display of pathetic from Alrion and felt the urge to up her own. She punched herself in the stomach, as must arm strength as she could bring to inflict the pain upon herself. As soon as her fist made contact with her soft stomach, she doubled over in pain and cussed to herself, bringing her eyes to water a little bit.

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Kitt heard the voice, considering it her saving grace. Shouting up back to the balcony, her voice was wearing thin and raspy. Her heart was racing. Now the previously pathetic idiot was an enraged man holding a blade. A Blade that could easily lop her in two. "Help me! Please for mercy's sake, Help!"

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Kitt Dreyer almost jumped up in delight to see someone rushing to her aide. Huh, her mind floated off for a second wondering if she could use this act as a way to get money from people. Kitt wrangled her mind back in and began apologizing faster than her mouth could move. The result was obviously an expression of gratitude, this time a legitimate one, but it was more jumbled and twisted half thanks that anything

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whimpered from behind him, "Me? I didn't try to steal from him. I was back here, trying to get some quiet, then he comes in and tries to steal my things... I mean.." She empties out her pockets, revealing a half empty pack of cigarettes and her scuffed up lighter. "I tried to fight back but... she swatted the knife from me and pulled out his sword..." As Kitt spoke she sped up her speech trying to make seem more frantic. "Don't listen to him..."

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shivered and gave Alrion and the woman while her back was turned a dirty look, she lifted herself up, grabbing her stomach in pain, the area she has punched to make her look like a victim was going to bruise over badly, and the best action to take at the moment was to grab her knife and just leave.
Kitt began to make her way over to the switchblade, grabbing it by the handle and folding it closed against her leg, seeing as one hand was busy grabbing her stomach in pain. That would be the beginning of a long walk to some place quiet to sleep off that night, but her veins still pumped adrenaline.
As she reached the edge of the alleyway, the woman made a very rude gesture to Alrion and left. It was gonna be a long night.

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Kitt Dreyer looked at the switchblade on the ground, her gaze was white hot with anger. With her spare hand she reached into her pocket and pulled out the pack of cigarettes, she pulled one out of the tiny white plastic with her teeth. The Surgeon General's warning was scrapped off of it some time ago. Still holding the cigarette in her teeth, the answered,
"Do you really think I'd live on the streets? I don't live a life of amazing luxury, but I'm not some idiot vagabond."

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The woman sneered at him, "Unable to fight back? You? With the sword." Kitt scoffed at him, showing the cigarettes back into her pocket and fishing around for her light. "And if I was happy, do you think I'd waste my time mugging shitfaced little sewer rats like you?" She finally pulled the flip lighter out of her pocket, the little scratched emblem on it too far gone to recognize andmore and with a deft flick of the wrist, opened and had lit the cigarette.

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The lighter slammed shut at Alrion's question. a sharp click of metal on metal rang out. She took her hand. The now burnign tip of the cigarette twichted a little bit everytime she spoke. "Rag on me for being well-mannered then ask a lady that question. Momma shoulda taught you better manners."

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Kitt Dreyer blinked. She was surprised at what he asked. After the tried to mug and them frame him for muggin her he was still willing to offer a hand of helpfulness to her. Kitt wasn't used to human compassion, she got what she gave. Mercy wasn't her leading export. "I won't turn down an offer to upgrade in life, but no you can't adopt me, I'm too old for that." Kitt moved the cigarette into place and breathed in the noxious smoke. Kitt pulled it out of her mouth and offered it to Alrion.

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"I don't wear dresses." She inhaled again from her cigarette and shrugged, "I can pretend to be classy. But I won't make myself look like a little girl for your sake." She grimaced a bit, she had tried to rest her hand on her hip, but the way her body contorted made the bruising on her stomach a bit more.. noticable.

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"Fine... What do you propose I do to not make me look like one of your hussies?" Kitt casually knocked a few of the ashes from the tip of her cigarette onto the ground. Another drag of her cigarette and she found her arms crossed in front of her and her body huddled close to itself. A shiver ran down her spine.

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"Daughter of a Lord, huh? I like it. Short simple, to the point. But I'm not putting up with any bullshit etiquette classes. Your brother sounds like a bigger moron than yourself, I might aswel not wear expensive dresses, just very, very pricy clothes."

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Kitt shrugged, "I don't look that scruffy, do I?" She peered down at herself, and took a quick inventory of what she was wearing, "Yeah alright fine. I'll give you that." Kitt took another drag from her cigarette, and cursed at herself for not bringing a coat of any description. Her vocabulary would make most sailor's blush. "I don't have any friends really. I do have an apartment a little ways off of mainstreet. But its not like I pay rent anyway..."

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"Get a room in Gambit's? You're better off sleeping in the dumpster. Atleast dumpsters get a emptied out of trash everyonce in a blue moon."

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