Name: V. Morris -Her real name is unknown-
Gender: Female
Age: 24?
Occupation: Receptionist
Codename: Lethe
Height: 5,3
Weight: 120
At a glance:
Underneath the clothes and make-up is something that would definitely catch eyes and not in a pleasant way. Her entire body is covered in scars ranging from small incisions along her feet to large gashes along her upper thighs. The damaged tissue ranges from faded lines barely noticeable unless touched to pinker ones that would catch anyone's eyes. Even her face is not spared from the plague as there are two over each of her eyelids and on both of her cheeks. This is the true reason behind the heavy make-up.
Without any make-up to draw focus away from her face, her eyes seem to be even brighter and even less trusting. One possible reason for this is the seemingly perpetual darkened rings under her eyes indicating a poor sleeping pattern or even a complete lack of sleep.

Given the origin of her codename, it isn't surprising to see her paying tribute to the river of her namesake. Her entire body seems to be covered in a fishnet material from throat to her feet. The threading gives way to faintest glimpse of her scars underneath and seems to designed for mobility. There is something odd about the material threading, although it could just be nothing. Her face can be hidden through the use of a wide-brimmed hat with silver netting about it, it can easily be clipped to the side with a pin.Sharp, but small silver anchors hang from her ear lobes and seem to be capable of being used as last resort distraction on weakly protected feet.
While in actual 'hunting' mode, her persona becomes more one-track minded as in find, locate and destroy her target or beat the information out known associates of her target. Given this change in mind set, it isn't exactly hard to loose her temper if the situation becomes dicey or unfair in her situation. Yet, the most shocking development of this change is when she finally locates and approaches her target, she can become extremely flirtatious and surprisingly sweet..luring unsuspecting men away from the crowds to someplace more private.

Weaponry: Truly an opportunist when it comes to dispatching enemies, she will make use of anything to get out alive. Her favorited execution styles from her recent outings seem to have involved drowning the victim, suffocation, or simply letting them bleed out through the use of a glass shard. Her actual weapons are a pair of knives curved like a sickle reach to about her wrists as well as the tough threading of her costume could be used in an emergency situation as a improv guillotine wire if its wrapped thick enough around a body part the threads leave small cuts as pressure is increased.
Abilities:
- -Multi-tasking abilities ranging from juggling the needs to clients to driving a blade through someoneβs face while monologuing.
- Adept in ways of disguises ranging from contacts, wigs as well as changing her facial appearance through the use of make-up products.
-Rope-work
- Emotionally manipulative
-Competent sketch artist
The Curse: The saying curiosity killed the cat could wrap around her mind every time she closes her eyes. Those locked memories seem to be behind a door for a reason, yet it seems to burst open at night through brutal flashbacks of her life as a pro. Indescribable need for revenge seems to fill her in these dreams as her assailants faces always seem to be shrouded and impossible to identify. Insomnia is merely a side effect of these night visits along with tears and need for a strong drink. Her sanity is slowly coming undone the longer she puts off finding her next target as the nightmares remain loud and vivid.
However, from her police record there is a bit more light shed on the subject of her profession and her skin problem. When she was first arrested for turning tricks at the age of eighteen and left off with a small warning. Her hair was shorter back then and only slightly roughed up in terms of a black eye from possibly an unruly client. After this incident, she seemed to want to keep a low profile and only arrested once in her 21st year. There are notes that her appearance has changed with longer hair and minuscule scars along her back once again her excuse is rougher clientele with fetish for knives. Several outreach groups seemed to try to get in touch with her before the pro vanished once again.
Yet, the final file of two years later is one that disturbed the peace officers as this was butterfly emerging from the chrysalis complete with markings unique all her own. Extremely uncooperative and aggressive was noted in the file at the request of complying to a mandatory photo session to document all unique markings. To say the number of photos that had to be taken of the scars along V's body ranging from her legs to her once unmarred face after the heavy make-up had been removed as was the dead look inside her eyes. The inflictor of the more extreme scars was never revealed by the time V walked out of the police station with a large fee and court date in her mind.

Said court date was missed several times and eventually forgotten by law enforcement as bigger problems had arisen in their sectors. To say one of the officers was given a shock when he ran into her one sunny day carrying a coffee and dressed in a black office dress with a apology falling from her lips seconds later. Gone was the temperamental hooker with snark, her hair was the same, but the blank look on her face off-putting. After doing some digging, it was revealed V had lost her memories from an research project and her previous files had been sealed out of respect as this was literally a chance for her to turn a new leaf. The scars remain as do the strangers of her past that greet her in seedy bars with questions of where the hooker had gone, only to be met with puzzled expressions and the flash of anger.