Murderers and assassins... they always seem to look the same. A dark face mauled by hatred and anger, cold and arrogant as they steal the last breath of life from your very body. It doesn't matter the race or true identity, because after their victim dies their name and face die with them. For those who'd ever stumbled upon Sivesh none would ever assume her capable of murder let alone hurting anything. With a childish face that always seems to be smiling, and a body that is as young and spirited as the infant creatures of the wood around her. And yet somewhere within those soft mercury-silver eyes is a mirror of violence and sadism covered almost completely by a sense of innocence and gentleness. Her body is perhaps more slender than her compatriots, and she herself is just a head shorter
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| - Murderers and assassins... they always seem to look the same. A dark face mauled by hatred and anger, cold and arrogant as they steal the last breath of life from your very body. It doesn't matter the race or true identity, because after their victim dies their name and face die with them. For those who'd ever stumbled upon Sivesh none would ever assume her capable of murder let alone hurting anything. With a childish face that always seems to be smiling, and a body that is as young and spirited as the infant creatures of the wood around her. And yet somewhere within those soft mercury-silver eyes is a mirror of violence and sadism covered almost completely by a sense of innocence and gentleness. Her body is perhaps more slender than her compatriots, and she herself is just a head shorter
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| - Murderers and assassins... they always seem to look the same. A dark face mauled by hatred and anger, cold and arrogant as they steal the last breath of life from your very body. It doesn't matter the race or true identity, because after their victim dies their name and face die with them. For those who'd ever stumbled upon Sivesh none would ever assume her capable of murder let alone hurting anything. With a childish face that always seems to be smiling, and a body that is as young and spirited as the infant creatures of the wood around her. And yet somewhere within those soft mercury-silver eyes is a mirror of violence and sadism covered almost completely by a sense of innocence and gentleness. Her body is perhaps more slender than her compatriots, and she herself is just a head shorter then most- with lean muscle and an athletically toned body and just barely showing any curves of womanhood. Her dark hair falls around her face and full lips, her smug smile is alluring to some and her girlish voice is tinged with foreigns hints some other ancestory. Her outfits change and her style never seems to be the same, although to those she's been sent after I fear they may not see this. Instead her targets will see the full brunt of her inner evils, her eyes glowing with sadism and blood thirst, her body wrapped in black leather. If they're luck they might catch a glimpse of her tongue as it rolls across her lips and perhaps her the chuckle before she kills them.
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