Physical description: Short, with long black hair and bright green eyes. Usually seen wearing a short black dress, with white accents on the sleeves and black gloves that go past the elbows.
Personality: Shy, but passionate when angered or threatened. First impressions are extremely important.
Equipment and Abilities: Little is knowing about her abilities. Seemingly able to manipulate some sort of blue and black fibrous substance that emerges from various points on her body. Victims have been found with X's sewn over their eyes.
Class: Killer
It is rumored that she smiles only after making a kill.
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Luria Lace
Lace (n.): a complex series of yarn or thread woven together to create an thin, intricate pattern. Lace (v.): entwine or tangle things together
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a character in “Asheville”, as played by OpheliaLiv
Description
So begins...
Luria Lace's Story
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Checker dropped to the ground, his blades narrowly missing the man's head. His black jacket barely had time to settle on the wooden planking before he looked up, seeing that the man was trying to pull out his sword, and lunged forward, striking with both blades at the man's chest with as much strength as he could muster.
Red Rain looks up just in time to see him. He tries to move out of the way, but he is too late. The knives sink into his chest, but they both only make it about an inch deep. Keeping his left hand on the hilt of the sword he levels a punch that could dent a steel door at the man's stomach with his right.
Checker felt the punch connect with his ribs and pain exploded through his side. He heard something crack , and he flew backwards through the air, slamming against the wooden boards. He lay on the ground, blood pooling out from beneath him. He drew in a shaky breath, and slowly stood, slightly swaying. He pressed his hand against his side, feeling a warm wetness spread across his hand. He blinked, and looked back at the man. He swallowed, and brought up his knives again, which were coated in blood. His blood. He felt like he was about to pass out, but he couldn't. Not now.
Red Rain lets out a roar of anger. The punch had broken his hand and he could not open the clenched fist. He couldn't let this man get away. He final gets his sword free. Holding the normally two handed sword in his left, he charges the wounded man. He swings the sword, but misses, by feet.
Checker stumbled out of the way, and although the sword missed by nearly a foot, he was surprised to hear the whistling of the sword. This guy has some serious muscle... He thought hazily. He blinked twice in rapid succession and swung his knife in a backhanded attack, aiming for the man's head.
Red Rain panics and lets go of the sword so his movement will be unhindered. He brings his left hand up to block the strike. The knife hits him in the forearm and sinks up to the hilt in flesh. He tries to reach for the sword with his right hand, despite the fact he can't open that hand.
Checker staggered forward, keeping his knife in the man's arm, and swung his other knife toward the man's chest. Maybe...maybe this time... He thought through a cloud of red pain.
Red Rain tries to push the man away, but the push feels weak. The knife hits home, going all the way to the hilt. He sucks in a breath and tries to punch the man again, but it is weak and feeble compared to the last one.
Checker felt the man's punch against his chest and coughed involuntarily. Blood spattered the wooden planking. He drew a ragged breath, pulled out the knife in the man's chest and and began to slam it back in.
Red Rain grunts as the knife plunges back into his flesh. He tries to grab the man's arm, but finds it impossible with his broken hand. He coughs up some blood of his own as his his knees buckle and he falls on to the ground.
Checker dragged both of his curved knives out of the man before him. He stepped back, and gasped at the explosion of pain that even that single step had caused him. He needed to get away...He looked back down at the man and raised both of his knives above his head. Blood dripped down onto his forehead. "Che...Checkmate." He whispered hoarsely before bringing them down toward the man's head.
Red Rain tried to raise his hands to defend himself. The knifes still sunk into his skull. He twitched violently, then became still.
Checker pulled his knives out of the man's head, and watched him fall to the floor. He blinked and coughed again, and he felt blood welling up in his throat. He was choking on his own blood. He fell to his hands and knees and cried out in pain. The man had broken something, and it was killing him. He drew a ragged breath, and tried to focus on teleporting out of there...Resurrection House. He needed to get to the Resurrection House. He conjured up an image, but the pain was too overwhelming to think. He coughed, and blood began trickling out of his mouth. His arms and legs gave out, and he collapsed, next to the dead man. He was weak. He was done. He needed help...
Checker barely heard the man. He felt himself being lifted and then...pain...everywhere...His eyes fluttered open just in time to see a dark figure in a dress...watching him from a tree...before a blinding red crept over his vision and he fell limp.
As the tall figure disappears into the forest Emery pokes his head out from behind the tree he was using to hide. He glances around not noticing anyone else. He creeps forward to the dead hunter. He goes to grab the sword, but it burns him. I don't want to take him without his sword. He thinks for a few seconds then grabs the man's arm and used his hand to grab it. He puts it back into the sheath. He hooks his arms under the man's shoulders and starts to drag him away.
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