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Dinah Thymea

The tall and slender woman looks to be in her early twenties. Sleek black hair cut into a tidy bob framing her pale face. She is rather quiet, being armed with a 9mm pistol and a thick notebook.

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

Description

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  • Tall but not above average.
  • Cold plum colored eyes often lost in thought.
  • Dark cherry lips, rather full.
  • A tiny golden key in her back like a wind up toy though barely visible.
  • She is usually dressed in darker colors,
  • sometimes a stylish black trenchcoat,
  • a tight fitting scarlet dress on occasions, denim pencil jeans but
  • she is always wearing black lace up military style boots
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Personality

An android, Who is solar powered but,
can be wound up with a small key in her back if she has run out of charge.
She can only speak through company preset phrases which are limited.
So, she tends to communicate using pen and paper.

Equipment

A 9mm Glock Pistol or a revolver, a switchblade, and a pad of paper with a pen.

History

Dinah was made by Thymae Enterprises and she was created soley to kill
a cold instrument of whoever bid the highest for ownership of her,
However after having been "alive" for only a short time,
She would prove to be there doom, killing her maker
and become a freelancer assaisin.
(more soon)

So begins...

Dinah Thymea's Story

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Dinah Thymea walked quickly into the bar standing up tall, her legs moving in a stiff mechanized way or like clockwork. The woman strode around a moment looking like she owned the place though not saying a word. Dinah carried with her a metallic .22 magnum pistol and a thick, worn, and fraying notebook. She also wore a small leather purse around her shoulders that seemed to be as full as it would ever get. The strange woman took a seat in the darkest corner and wrote down her order for one of the robotic serving staff, it said in crimson ink "Black coffe on my tab."

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Dinah Thymea looked up at the robot who was serving her as the coffe she ordered was brought out. Before it could leave she took it's hand and broke her grim countenance for a knowing smile showing blaringly white teeth. Dinah then began to drink her foul smelling black cofee in gulps after finishing half the mug she lit up a skinny cigarette with a emerald green lighter. She never let her coal black and shining steel gun leave her grip lest she were resting it on her lap. She took a few drags of her cigarette, blowing grey smoke from her nostrils then simply tossing it on the bar's floor and stamping it out with her ebony boot.

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Dinah Thymea walked quickly into the bar standing up tall, her legs moving in a stiff mechanized way or like clockwork. The woman strode around a moment looking like she owned the place though not saying a word. Dinah carried with her a metallic .22 magnum pistol and a thick, worn, and fraying notebook. She also wore a small leather purse around her shoulders that seemed to be as full as it would ever get. The strange woman took a seat in the darkest corner and wrote down her order for one of the robotic serving staff, it said in crimson ink "Black coffe on my tab."

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Dinah Thymea glanced over at the woman and the man giving the Elf a wave, she rolled her plum colored eyes skyward at this. Miss Thymea looked up at the robot who was serving her as the coffe she ordered was brought out. Before it could leave she took it's hand and broke her grim countenance for a knowing smile showing blaring white teeth. The drink was steaming hot though there were flecks of coffee grounds in the cup, she shrugged at this. Dinah then began to drink her foul smelling black coffee in gulps after finishing half the mug she lit up a skinny cigarette with a emerald green lighter. She never let her coal black and shining steel gun leave her grip lest she were resting it on her lap. She took a few drags of her cigarette, blowing grey smoke from her nostrils then simply tossing it on the bar's floor and stamping it out with her ebony boot.

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Dinah Thymea shot an icy glare at the man washing himself at the bar. Her pen scratched on the worn notebook rapidly, almost spilling the last of her charcoal colored coffee. In one fluid though sharp motion she held up the note in the direction of Trias's face. Her penmanship was neat and unembellished, it read in crimson ink: "There are privies here for that sort of thing, and a hotel upstairs. What are you homeless?"

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Dinah Thymea sighed shaking her head with irritation, each time she did so one close to the woman might of heard the faint sound of turning gears. She pursed her lips that were the color of vintage wine, contrasting with her doll white skin. Dinah then began rummaging through her stuffed purse.

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Dinah Thymea procured a canary yellow highlighter from her leather bag and a heap of black and white newspaper clippings. She cleared off the table save for her own ebony pistol that was set just near her hand. Dinah laid them each out all across the surface, her purple iris's gleaming as she scanned them anxiously.
Finally she arched one of her thin black eyebrows and picked up one of the papers. She sat it down again and then searched her pile once more looking a bit nervous. Dinah then picked it up again and connected it with another newspaper clipping flashing a smile as if she had just discovered hidden treasure.

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Dinah Thymea was thrashing about in the tank, her emerald fishtail making great splashes of salt water that littered the bar's floor. Her pale hand reached up to grab the camera.

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Dinah Thymea walked at medium into the bar standing up tall, her legs moving in a stiff mechanized way or like clockwork. The woman strode around a moment looking like she owned the place though not saying a word. Dinah carried with her a metallic .22 magnum pistol and a thick, worn, and fraying notebook. She was dressed a soot grey trenchcoat that she removed and hung over a chair she found in a dimly lit corner. Underneath she wore a simple fitted black dress that went down to the top of her pale knees.

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Dinah Thymea looked up at the other Assassin, being irritated to have competition so near her. Though she simply looked him up and down then nodded indifferently to acknowledge his presence. Dinah pursed her lips wordessly and furrowed her brow looking confused, as if she was wondering how one city could have so many trained killers. Shrugging she lit up a skinny white cigarette with her beat up looking lighter and took a long drag, letting grey smoke flow from her mouth and nostrils.

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Dinah Thymea dropped her cigarette,a shiny black boot stamping it out. With a sly little grin she shifted in her seat to face the clothed kitten studying it closely, her plum colored eyes had a knowing gleam in them. Dinah reached back in a sharp and slow motion, her pale hand touched the tiny golden key in her back and she began to wind it up. She started speaking in a feminine and pretty though slightly monotone voice sounding overly polite and cheery "My name is Die-nah model 00004 made by Thymae enterprises, all complaints all null and void unless directed to 1-800-T-H-Y-M-A-E."

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Dinah Thymea 's eyes shot down to her own mouth and glared at the voice that came out. She began to scrawl rapidly in her worn out brown notebook with a scarlet fountain pen. "I'm no wind up toy by the way and thats all I can say. I am a robot trained to kill--" She scratched out that part as soon as she had written it and thought for a moment then hastily wrote "To do housework."

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Dinah Thymea sighed at him feeling any facade she could have managed was up and wrote slowly in her neat and unembellished penmanship "I never lose my reputation, you must have gathered it is my sole purpose. I freelance now though, had to kill my inventor and many others..They did not like the idea of a sentient murderess robot."

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I don't like to think of myself as a robot anymore.

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Dinah Thymea wrote down in scarlet ink often scratching out and re writting words, though all of this is somewhat slow. If ones hearing was good enough the moving of gears in her hand would be quite audible "What organisation? Nevermind that's ofcourse a secret..And I don't like to think of myself as a robot anymore..I am not human for certain..Fancy i'm just a sort of force but I am no robot as I can think and feel for myself. I have evolved."

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Dinah Thymea looked up at the robot who was serving her as the coffee she ordered was brought out. Before it could leave she took it's hand and broke her grim countenance for a knowing smile showing blaring white teeth. The drink was steaming hot though there were flecks of coffee grounds in the cup, she shrugged at this. Dinah then began to drink her foul smelling black coffee in gulps after finishing half the mug she lit up a skinny cigarette with a emerald green lighter. She never let her coal black and shining steel gun leave her grip lest she were resting it on her lap. She took a few drags of her cigarette, blowing grey smoke from her nostrils then simply tossing it on the bar's floor and stamping it out with her ebony boot.

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Dinah Thymea shook her head looking at the man and began writting in her tattered notebook with a red fountain pen it read:"I can't really taste..Would you like me to introduce myself?"

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Dinah Thymea Dinah reached back in a sharp and slow motion, her pale hand touched the tiny golden key in her back and she began to wind it up. She started speaking in a feminine and pretty though slightly monotone voice sounding overly polite and cheery "My name is Die-nah model 00004 made by Thymae enterprises, all complaints all null and void unless directed to 1-800-T-H-Y-M-A-E."

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Dinah Thymea rolled her plum colored eyes seeming annoyed, writting down a few words in her notepad "Yeah yeah best to leave the heavily armed wind up toy to her business...Safest course of action."

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Dinah Thymea walked quickly into the bar standing up tall, her legs moving in a stiff mechanized way or like clockwork. Her black hair was cut into the popular bob style of the 1920s and her clothes were reminiscent of that era. The woman strode around a moment looking like she owned the place though not saying a word. Dinah carried with her a metallic .22 magnum pistol and a thick, worn, and fraying notebook. She also wore a small leather purse around her shoulders that seemed to be as full as it would ever get. The strange woman took a seat in the darkest corner and wrote down her order for one of the robotic serving staff, it said in crimson ink "Black coffe on my tab."