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Vayl

Long tail, short patience.

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

Description

Vayl is no higher than five foot tall, with a face that looks like what would happen if something beyond human was tasked with creating a pretty woman's face. It is...dollish, but the proportion and symmetry leaves her looking a little eerie and unreal. A little 'uncanny valley'. Her irises are large and black, and so are generally indecipherable from the pupils, except when, and this is often, they reflect light from her surroundings. Her mouth is small and pert, her cheekbones wide. Overall, her profile is shallow. At her temples, spiral scars that disappear beneath her hairline. Vayl's hair and skin are very much the same peachy hue, and she has short, bifurcated ears, making it look somewhat like she has two long ears on each side. Her hair is long and silky to the point of looking almost fine, and is pulled back in a tight braid.
FANTASY:
Her figure is slight and narrow, but well-toned... should you be able to see her arms, ever. She is very constantly covered. Slender hips and a woman's chest are buried beneath her gear. A wide leather bandeau laces up the front to secure her bosom. Over that, a long tunic. It falls to the thigh with slits on the side, three-quarter sleeves and a high collar. The placket's lacings often gape at her chest and collarbone. The cloth is worn and faded. Perhaps once sage. Covering the whole of her waist is a metal corselet that hinges on one side, with flattened bolts on the parallels of the front. Her pants are extremely well-tailored, there is a raised seam at the back and front of her thighs as well as the regular ones on the inner and outer sides. Her boots are soft-soled and fall under the cuff of her pants. Within them, her feet look somewhat human at first glance, though the toes give more easily to spreading and have small, weak and rat-like claws. But at her high arch there is hidden a folded, vestigial dewclaw, like that of a reptile. Behind her, a long-thin tail, which is generally limp, and drags on the floor. It is not furred or scaled, and at times, it is proven to be prehensile, a grip aided by the three silver rings along its length.

At her hips there is a low-slung belt rife with blades and trinkets, and she wears short gauntlets on each wrist. When in from traveling, she is often cloaked, and carrying a small rucksack.

FUTURE:
Vayl is tiny, but fierce. In personality and fashion. She's a bit of a miniature pinscher. Big things come in small packages... you get the idea.

Standing at about five-foot, Vayl would appear from a distance to be a normal, short human female. Well, at first glance, and perhaps if one was near-sighted. Her light skin is a few shades pinker than 'fleshtone', and her hair is almost the same color but less saturated, with a beige wash to it. It's pulled tightly away from her temples to disappear down her back, most often in a ponytail, though she ventures more complicated and somewhat reptilian 'dos if there's a reason. Her temples bear subtle, spiral-like markings. They look like scars, or faint brandings, though in reality they are the wound bases of her horns beneath the skin- her horns, if she is not keeping them shaved, are short, curving structures that are thin, flat and faintly pearlescent, like nacre.

Her face is pretty, and would be youthful if not for the hard, serious expression she often bears. The features are a bit uncanny, though. The eyes, a bit too big and the whole of them black. The nose neat, the mouth pert. At either side her ears angle back, each with two points, the upper longer than the other. This sensitive, birfurcated structure accentuates her sense of hearing.

Given her height, her proportions are not what you would expect. Her skeleton is not so much 'short' as it is small, all over. She bears the same proportions as a taller woman, her small waist, large bust and fit muscles all accentuated with such a small frame.

She's a bit of a clothes horse, and so there are several things she may be wearing. Just know that if it's not a uniform, there are a few constant rules to Vayl's wardrobe: 1) Long sleeves, whether it's a blouse or a tight shrug. 2) Wide, cinching belts. Be they obi-style, metal, or nearly corselets. 3) Her legs are always covered. Vayl tends to wear pants that hug her every curve, but some days these are tights or leggings. 4) Cleavage? You can forget about it. Vayl has a slender neck and tends to accentuate that with a high collar. 5)Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. Only outrageous shoes need apply. No stripper heels here.

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[NSFW/18+ only link: (this is a perfect drawing of her, though your character will likely NEVER see her wearing latex, and she normally does not wear eyeshadow.) http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCmvevFIED0/T ... lLatex.png ]

Personality

Fantasy: Vayl is hearty and patient, with a fondness for drink and the company of men-...company, not bedwarming. Not to say her preferences lie elsewhere, it's just that she really doesn't have the time for such... as far as she's concerned. She's not necessarily slow to ire, but rather, she is unlikely to lash out. Similarly, she is slow to warm up to a person, but not slow to converse.

Future/Sci-fi: Vayl is intelligent and dangerous. When it comes to work, whether she is suiting up for a government agency or moving up in a Fortune 500 company, she identifies what she wants and she gets it. Her career and her health are her primary goals, and despite her fastidious and fashionable attire, not to mention delectable body, she doesn't seem interested in intimacy. But that's just because she's a woman with very specific tastes....

Equipment

Fantasy:

Two sickle-blades hidden in her gauntlets
Shortsword
Various Elixers
Talisman
Flintlock gun (and oh, it is lovely)
Flask
Waterskin
Firemaking kit
Wallet


Future:
Roll-up palm comp
phone
purse
stun-gun

History

FANTASY:
Vayl had initially been a part of a rogue activist sect called the White Compass, which banded together when the Gryphon church came to power, and subsequently, so did corruption in the temples and politics. It was a band of assassins that kept their eye on those in power, 'dispatching' those who got too strong for their own good. When the group faced extermination, they disbanded, the surviving members scattering out through kingdoms near and far, hiding their alliances. Vayl currently works as a Ranger for hire. Her looks are not common, but considering what two races are crossbred in her family line, it's not something she'll freely admit.

FUTURE:
She previously worked for an espionage and reconnaissance program in the government that subdued black market criminals and tracked illegal trades between anything from corporations to galaxies, and either exterminated or apprehended many kingpins and their well-armed gangs. However, due to.. pressure from the top to cut spending, the program was annulled and Vayl sought work elsewhere. In short order she rose up in a particular trade and shipping business run by Abraham Nuer, and is now his Associate and Partner, who has also taken on some of his more... secretive shipments. While she is certainly not a stand-out character on a planet full of beings from other galaxies, her genetic history is a bit amusing.. but she's reticent to speak of it.

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Vayl's Story

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Vayl looked almost comical at first glance, when entering the bar. Was this some sort of kid in costume? Nono, she was just...short. A woman's hand brushed the hood of the cloak away, and she shrugged it from her shoulders, shaking off the dust of the road. Not literally, now- that would just be rude. Her jet eyes focused on the bar, and she tossed the garment over her shoulder, beelining for the display of bottles, and the present bartender.

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Vayl walks up to the bar, her hands on its polished edge (yes, she was tall enough, thank goodness), and looked up at Ari. "A pitcher of water, please. I'd thank you if it's not too cold...and a gin. ..If you would be so kind." Her grin pulled the corner of her mouth, flashing subtly pointed teeth.

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Vayl pauses, blinking, and then chuckled. How much? It only made her think of rowdier times. "Two ounces." She dropped her bag and cloak to the barstool beside her. Below, her tail drooped lazily about her ankles.

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Vayl slides her palm along the bar to scoop the glass lazily, tipping it to her lips and holding the liquor on her tongue as she drew the water closer, as well. With each slow breath, she could feel the corrosive vapors of juniper notes drag down into her lungs. Strange, the things people enjoy. She finally swallowed the tiny sip, and climbed to a seat, dead set on finishing the gin before the water. She was dehydrated, yes. And two pitchers of water would surely rob her of the inebriation the gin offered. But that was just fine. She liked it for the taste, after all, and it was quite agreeable enough to keep her senses cleared. Mostly.

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Vayl turned towards the heavy metal clatter, just in time to watch the suited figure stoop. Odd. Just.. odd all over. She thumbed the rim of the large pitcher before picking the whole thing up to drink from it, emptying it all in one long task.

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Vayl let the general susurrus of the bar surround her and create a pleasant white noise to insulate her busy thoughts. Really, there was much to plan out. She had many miles to cover, between now and a week. Oh, her benefactor knew good and well she could do it. It really isn't up to one's employer to consider what one could do, versus what was easy for one to do. Her thumb pressed against the crust of the bread she had been served, crushing the egg-glossed outside and releasing just a bit of steam. A twist, and she ripped off the end of the baguette before dragging it through the pat of butter she'd been given. Throughout, her dark eyes were lowered, and her free hand cradled her little chin. Every now and again, when a voice piped up from the bar or a nearby table, the idea to strike up a conversation nagged at her. She lifted her eyes to the bar and popped the buttered bread into her mouth.

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Vayl 's eyes cut over at the door, and the gaggle of tittering women that had come in, seemingly grafted to the arms of that shadowy man. A bitter chuckle huffed from her. Vayl would never claim to understand 'women', as it were. As far as she was concerned, she didn't really count, and she used her mixed bloodline as unstable reasoning. Idle, and obviously suffering under the crushing weight of ennui, she began to break her bread into tiny. little. pieces. You know, to make it easier to dip into butter, momentarily. To be fair, it was all just procrastination. It didn't matter how much she had been pai

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paid, there really wasn't much in her that was chomping at the bit to go trekking from one town to the other, in search of some tiny, unimportant pair of monks.

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Boxed wine at a business? Vayl had never heard of such a thing. That was like striding into an eatery and asking for grandma's leftover casserole, or a container of uncooked oats. They just didn't have that. Cheap wine, yes. And lord, she had experienced far too much of that rotgut in her lifetime. Her jaw flexed with a slow chew as she ate excessively overbuttered bread, and glanced around the room, focusing on the bar. When a waiter passed near again, it took a moment for her to shake the fog out of her mind and order a pitcher of un-iced water, and a glass.

...How much time was she wasting, here. It was already past noon. In fact, that was an egregious understatement. At this point, was it really even worth talking to someone before she left? She looked down at the metal handle of her pitcher and then to the door. ..what time was it? Ach...and then she remembered with a groan that she'd lost her watch a day ago. It was part of the reason she'd even stopped in this town.

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Vayl had twisted in her booth to lean and shift, shoving her hand into the metal corselet over her tunic, her fingers wriggling into the tight space between the form and the hard core of her ribcage. Just..ngh...fff...trying to pull out a tiny, folded piece of thin parchment. She was stuck just this way, one elbow up, her body leaned aside, a leg straightened beneath the table, when Tex spoke up. Her ears gave an extremely subtle yet uncoordinated flutter like that of a bat, and she flicked those dark eyes up at him. For the size and contrast, they looked all too much like the eyes of a drawing come to life. Like large, cartoonish pupils. She froze, and then looked back down again, resuming her engrossing act of fishing for the map. "No, not unhappy, thank you. A little stretched thin, is all. Mentally. ...Bread?"

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There was a delicate-sounding wrinkle, and she drew her map from its tight confines. Who offered folks bread? People who were polite, and had nothing other than...butter or water on their table. It's an old rule, Tex, don't fret. She didn't seem to be bothered. Her thumb unfolded the rather translucent, filmy map on the table, and she weighed down the bent paper with the edge of her butter dish.

"Well one, no, I'm looking for no one. And really, sight is a crappy thing to rely on in a place like this. I'd have left long ago, if that were the case. ...Are you waiting on someone?"

Those eyes fell from the brawny man and his odd hat to the unintelligible sprawl of ink lines and colored splotches she seemed capable of deciphering. It looked like a wet letter, after it had dried.

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Vayl rubbed her neck to subdue a twitch, and spread her fingers across the map. He spoke again, and she choked back a chuckle, staring down at branching pathways and foreign keys. Really, chuckle was a kinder word. It was much more like a snicker.

"Looking for company?" Her pert little mouth pulled into a smirk, and she jerked her fawn head to the left, towards Seth. "The lush over there has plenty, and they look to have a price." And she looked so serious, saying it. But in the next instant, that uncanny little face flashed with mirth, and she laughed. "Nono, I don't assume you would do such a thing. This... ah, this is my work order."

Vayl seemed just as prone to distraction as the behatted man- several times, those black eyes would cut aside, drawn by the sound of a pitched voice or angry rumble.

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Vayl couldn't help but grimace a bit as he excused himself, her small lips pulling into a downturned line. Just... ergh. But hell if she was another man's keeper- so she just watched him disappear into the shifting crowd, unwittingly aimed at the smooth-talking smoke-spout in the corner. Something in her stomach knotted when she looked at him, and it wasn't merely because of that jaw. For her hearing, she could make out some of what he said, or rather, the tone. But damn if the baritone wasn't deep enough to muddle it all. She hardly understood a word.

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Vayl had squinted back at that nod. Wh- huh? Her face shifted through a few expressions, mostly condemning or severely inconvenienced. But eventually she stood, tucking that map between her breasts so as not to have to deal with fishing it out again, and crossed the..excuse me.. pardon me.. I-...ugh. She promply gave up with the polite attempt and began a skillful weave, finding easy paths between hulking, clumsy bodies with her much smaller frame. She had just opened her mouth with a furrowed brow, to ask them both what they needed, when he killed them. She smelled the blood before she had even turned to look, and her jaw went slack. A deep breath drew and lodged in that narrow chest, and she took a step back, bracing to.. run, perhaps, her left hip turned away from the table. But sure enough, she actually had a hand affixed to the pommel of a blade. Her eyes were wide, and flickered with silver as they rapidly took in the scene. "...why did you have them?"

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Vayl ducked out of the way as quick as a squirrel, dropping to her knees as she yanked at Tex's shirt. But hell, the flimsy shit ripped. Well hell, she couldn't help everyone. She was well clear of the swinging wood and muscle by the time those two were within clashing range, and she was left to stand idly by while they roared nonsensically like adolescent lions. As soon as his footing was regained, she snatched the Texan's meaty arm with a firm yank. "Don't. Say. Anything." Because he really seemed like the type who didn't know when to shut up.

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Vayl had totally and heroically dashed in here, protecting Tex like a valiant rodent, because he probably did something dumb like follow those two, on behalf of the strumpets that had been murdered.~

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[wunderbarrr]

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[I lol'ed because he's so creepy and cheap]

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Vayl wrinkled her nose and snorted for the thick smell of rank blood. Chattel was definitely something she could call those women. "It's not their loss... it's your actions." She wished to venture further, but really had no idea what she was up against, here. Why go out of your way to kill them? Better yet, why drag them here if they were so useless? Vayl had seen and created death, and several times too many, at that. She watched him curl to lift the table, and her lip twisted into a disgusted frown. "Nothing from you." Behind her, her tail whipped left, sweeping over the floor.

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Vayl grit her teeth. Damn if humans weren't the most ignorant and brazen species of the bunch. And this damn meaty statue of a man was outright exemplary. Her jaw flexed as she worked her way between the two men, no matter how far apart they were. Her feet settled with a weight incongruous with her frame , and she looked over her shoulder at Tex, her warning glance flickering silver at the back of her pupil. Finally she settled her eyes back upon Seth, her look heavy with vitriol. She was uneasy, and her nerves prickled all over. That voice grated on her oversensitive ears. "You did not eat those women... you did not need their death. You did it for joy. The lion does not hunt for pleasure, and leave behind the swollen body of his prey. The hawk does not scoop fish from the lake merely to drop them once they have stilled. ...I am no more from here than you.. I assume. But no one can respect your ways if you cannot respect those of those women, no matter how vile.. and empty they were. ...I can't speak for this one," She jerked her head behind her, "But I, certainly, am neither ignorant nor insane."

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Vayl 's slender body seemed to tense all over; she was such a dagger of a woman. Small and sharp. As much so as she could muster. At her hip, her hand curled loosely, hovering over her blade and a small bag.

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as far as I know ooc gets broadcast, now

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Her narrow shoulders settled, but those jet eyes burned just as fiercely, still. His words were logical, and it had never been her stance on life to care for the general ideas of right versus wrong... but still, the overall mien of this gruesome man was just all too wrong. "Your words say something your tone doesn't manage to convey. " Her small hand eased away from her hip some, but she was none so foolish as to have totally let her guard down. No, this woman had other means of protection. But lord above if this human didn't shut UP...There would be nothing she could do to protect him if he stepped too far over the line.. or too far away from her. "..And those women don't belong to your society, they don't know your intents. You murdered them, for whichever reason. 'Cold blood', they call it. It's against their rules. I'm not here to fight for them, but you're vile for treading on another race's ways.. No matter how ignorant they are." That's right, Tex. She's not exactly holding you all in the highest esteem.

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Back when that apoplectic man-child had spat his first string of semi-coherent words, Vayl hadn't averted her gaze for anything other to watch Seth. She bowed to very few. And only for pay. But now, she watched Seth speak, the delegate to his unhinged wildcat of a ...brother? These two.. Stars above, she needed to get out of here. There was no way to be surreptitious about anything. There was no way to keep her intentions hidden. And dear dead kings, the woman was the smallest thing in the room. And when Seth spoke again, she was immediately conflicted. Her society had no Satan, and she certainly hadn't said that. Tex had. But the poor dumb man was like an innocent calf to her. She felt bile bubbling in her throat. When had things become so complicated? You're no knight, Vayl. "They say no such thing. You have your whores, dead. You have your own squabble. We are leaving here, I and this man." Her voice wavered only once, for the travesty and mockery of that insidious pout.