Post by Silas on Apr 18, 2010 22:37:43 GMT -5
Password: Ysalimir
Name: Xira Johnson
Race: Balosar
Age: 34
Height: 4’ 10”
Weight: 135
Appearance:
Some might claim that beauty is in the hands of the beholder, then again that person has probably never seen someone who is irrevocably, indisputably, and incomprehensibly eloquent in every mannerism. There are those who look as though they might be someone who could capture the heart of a stone, and hold it captive, then there are those who actually can. Xira is someone who’s simple appearance could entice a man, then there’s a certain appeal to her which brings them from simple adoration to being trapped inside her will. Perhaps it is the circle of her hair, the way she talks, the clothes which she adorns herself with or the man other attributes that complete her entirely too pretty appearance. Something about the look in her eyes, the slight twist to her lip that could be considered a smile tells a story of knowledge, not that typical for a blonde, but it also sends another message. A message of triumph, not of the past, but of the future.
Birth place: Balosar
Occupation: Politician
Rank: Senator
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 7
Leadership: 9
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: -1
Ship Name:
Bio:
RP Sample: venerable
Click.
All she really wanted was to get this job over with, but she had this odd feeling as if there would be a little fun involved. True, she knew all this would end up as a story of the villain and her pawn, but this wasn’t important right now. What she really wanted to know was why a senator was being pushed into a corner such as this? They weren’t stupid, someone had to know what they were doing, but she wasn’t about to let them get the upper hand, after all they were just very confused as to what to do. She had a perfectly clear vision of her next step, and it’d be to take them down.
Something about the red dress which she had on said she wasn't exactly someone who could be a threat, yet at the same time there was something about that assumption which was incredibly poor. Perhaps it was the rather long boots, making a slight click on the hallow walls of this corridor, or the look of triumph on her face, but either way she didn‘t appear like one to easily push over. There was a small amount of illumination by which she could see the back of two heads, one of a rather large black headed man, and one of a slightly smaller, but equally threatening red head. Both of her body guards were more there for show than anything else, and at the moment it seems perfectly in character to keep them by her. Although, even if it was her purpose to seem frail, it bothered her that she was looking as such. It wasn't in her nature to be vulnerable, yet it was in her appearance, and that was a weapon to be used in and of itself.
Click.
Ahead a door loomed in front of her eyes, it wasn't the kind that might hold a secret. No, it was the kind where you might keep a rabid dog, or something you plan to jump out and try to kill you. Luckily she was smarter than to get killed, and the two men reached the door first, their fingers wrapped strongly around the stainless steel. As they pulled it open Xira assumed a little more pleasant look about her, a slight smile on her bright red lips, and her eyes had a curve about them which screamed lust. If the man was smart he'd feel as though she might like him, if he was stupid he'd probably expect her to play a little foul. This game wasn't just about getting the person to sing like a bird, it was about seeing if this boy could be trusted, and if he couldn't the man was most definitely screwed. In a second she would kill him if he realised this was just a game, if he realised this wasn't a fool's chance at getting some credits, but a cleverly orchestrated play. His survival itself depended on it. Hopefully he’d make this interesting and would fail, she was usually more comfortable when they weren’t going to be able to go off speaking whatever came out of her mouth.
Inside she stepped, there sat a man with black hair, a slightly oval face that seemed to long for whatever reason, and a tattoo on his that classified him as Kiffu. This meant there was a fairly large chance that at this moment he knew quite a bit about her, hopefully they had noted this and changed out the tables and chairs. Most of the time the people who took care of that kind of a thing was excellent at what they did, but she didn’t really know who exactly took care of that kind of thing. Perhaps she’d sit down and figure it out later, especially if this man knows more than the is supposed to, then they would have to have a talk too, and she was quite the busy person.
Click.
One final snap of her heels on the floor echoed through the room as she came to stand next to the seat, appreciative of how incredibly quiet it was here. That was good, it made sure he could hear her, sense her coming down the hall, and hopefully there was hope for him, confusion as to why they were sending a woman. Now as his eyes fell upon her frame, the red lipstick she had on, and the blond ringlets of hair which fell down her head to her back. He probably thought she was going to sit.
Quietly she placed her holopad down on the table, as her eyes moved back up to him, locked on his face as once again she began to move. This time away from the chair, towards the man who was now getting a little perspiration on his face, and then there was the moment he swallowed. Oh, she knew he probably had an erection right now, but she was used to that. Right now she came to the other side of the table where he was at, and sat on its edge while she looked into his eyes. Slowly she leaned closer and the thud of his heart sent a slight shiver down her back while her mouth opened slightly.
”Are you alive?” She asked very carefully as her eyes probed him, looking beyond just his outward appearance to really take in what was in front of her. After another swallow, and increased breathing he slowly nodded his head as she responded, ”Prove it.
While the man trembled like a madman she moved in closer, as their lips touched, and a slight sensation went up her lips. Like an electric jolt, only much more real, as if it in itself had a pulse, a breath, and emotions which could be felt. Unfortunately this person wasn’t very good at this kind of thing, and after a second she pulled back, and while it may have been odd at the moment, the expression which covered his face was now incredibly priceless, and she knew he was in the palm of her hand. With a smile she continued to hover right in front of her face as her head moved a little to the side, observing him as his breath continued to be ragged, and chopped.
”What is it you want right now, Kaiden? Lightly she whispered to him, as she leaned a little closer, ”I’m dying to know“
For a second it seemed as if the man would fall out of the chair to get even an inch closer to her, yet at the same time it was as if he was pinned to the spot. It was a most curious situation he had himself in, and Xira couldn’t help but bring herself a little bit closer so as to let him smell the perfume on her skin. To let him almost taste her breath, the slight tinge of mint on it.
“I want…” The man stopped for a second, his mouth slightly open, as he continued, “you, right here, right now.”
”And do you know what I want?” She whispered this to him, leaning closer towards his ear, ”I want to know the code I need to access Mr. Maloni’s bank account.”
The man’s eyes lit up like a light as he smiled, and responded, “ I can do that, I can do that. You got a holopad?” She nodded as reached behind her to get the holopad, and placed it on the man’s lap as he began to scribble on it while talking at the same time, “You know, he’s a really ass anyway. Don’t mind him taking the hit for m…,” Xira couldn’t take it any more, she placed a finger to his lips, and he seemed to get the point as he continued to write it down. As he finished he once more got the nerve to talk, “Okay, done. Now, what..”
”I’m sorry, Mr Kaiden, but I’d rather spend a thousand nights in hell, than spend a single one in your pants,” The colour in his face seemed to drain away as he suddenly realised how he had been played, and she got up from the table in a swift movement, ”I’m sorry to regret that I won’t be needing you anymore.”
As she said this, her back turned towards him the man seemed to get where she was going, surprising for a man such as his stature, but he came to put a hand on her shoulder. Of course he said something stupid, but she didn’t listen to him, all she did do was grab onto his hand that was touching her, and began to display a little part of her which was very well hidden. Suddenly the sweet innocent secretary became a deadly force as she pulled her arm, flipped him onto his back, and had him onto the ground in mere seconds. To be honest she probably wouldn’t have been able to do it if he had been expecting at all, but that didn’t matter, she didn’t pretend to be a little doll for no reason. Firmly she pressed one of her heels into a small pressure point near the base of his neck, and the man sputtered a few times as he sat there on the ground. Inside his eyes there was fear, and confusion as he lay stunned on the ground, pinned by her foot.
”Guards, take care of him,” She spat as she lifted her foot from his neck, and turned to walk towards the door, but stopped and turned for a few seconds before she ever reached it, “Oh, and this time don’t leave a mess, no one needs to know about this.”
In a way she should have seen it coming, the initial reaction was always the worst, but she didn’t really anticipate what came next. When he jumped up, and came running towards him he had this feeling that she was being attacked, but it wasn’t quite what she had initially thought. No, this man had the nerve to beg, to grovel and pull on her to keep from dying even though he was barely important enough to be breathing in her general direction. She had no pity for him, for his fate, or the look on his face which should have brought some sort of sorrow to her heart. In a second she saw all the sorrow and fear one would expect from someone who was to die in a second, but it hardly made any connection to her sympathetic side at all. Of course she had a part of her which felt sorrow, and pity for some things, but this kind of display simply made her very angry to be in the same room as someone so stupid.
”Why you poor, poor thing,” Told the woman, he eyes softening, and her smile fading to look some shadow of reconciliation as she moved closer towards him. A smile formed on his lips. He was happy. Even while turned around, leaned closer, and wrapped her fingers around the hilt of the blaster hidden among her dress. He didn’t anticipate a thing. No, in all honest he seemed to think this was his chance again, but he did not see the folly in his way until it was much to late. ”Lets just take care of that, Explained the blonde as she placed the blaster in the side of his head, and pulled the trigger. It was truly a grim sight, and she quickly wiped it from her minds as she got up to walked calmly back towards the door. As she passed one of her guards she placed the gun in his hands and whispered to him, ”I don’t like having blood on my hands, so lets get this little incident taken care of.” The senator knew that this little incident would be taken care of in a second, but it really was a shame she’d be missing her gun for a few days. It was quite handy in times of negotiations.
Slowly she walked back through the doors which she came, and knew full well this little happenstance was behind her. It was only a matter of time before everyone forgot about the stupid little boy who couldn’t keep his mouth shut, for if she hadn’t gotten to him someone else would have.
Click.
Name: Xira Johnson
Race: Balosar
Age: 34
Height: 4’ 10”
Weight: 135
Appearance:
Some might claim that beauty is in the hands of the beholder, then again that person has probably never seen someone who is irrevocably, indisputably, and incomprehensibly eloquent in every mannerism. There are those who look as though they might be someone who could capture the heart of a stone, and hold it captive, then there are those who actually can. Xira is someone who’s simple appearance could entice a man, then there’s a certain appeal to her which brings them from simple adoration to being trapped inside her will. Perhaps it is the circle of her hair, the way she talks, the clothes which she adorns herself with or the man other attributes that complete her entirely too pretty appearance. Something about the look in her eyes, the slight twist to her lip that could be considered a smile tells a story of knowledge, not that typical for a blonde, but it also sends another message. A message of triumph, not of the past, but of the future.
Birth place: Balosar
Occupation: Politician
Rank: Senator
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 7
Leadership: 9
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: -1
Ship Name:
Bio:
RP Sample: venerable
Click.
All she really wanted was to get this job over with, but she had this odd feeling as if there would be a little fun involved. True, she knew all this would end up as a story of the villain and her pawn, but this wasn’t important right now. What she really wanted to know was why a senator was being pushed into a corner such as this? They weren’t stupid, someone had to know what they were doing, but she wasn’t about to let them get the upper hand, after all they were just very confused as to what to do. She had a perfectly clear vision of her next step, and it’d be to take them down.
Something about the red dress which she had on said she wasn't exactly someone who could be a threat, yet at the same time there was something about that assumption which was incredibly poor. Perhaps it was the rather long boots, making a slight click on the hallow walls of this corridor, or the look of triumph on her face, but either way she didn‘t appear like one to easily push over. There was a small amount of illumination by which she could see the back of two heads, one of a rather large black headed man, and one of a slightly smaller, but equally threatening red head. Both of her body guards were more there for show than anything else, and at the moment it seems perfectly in character to keep them by her. Although, even if it was her purpose to seem frail, it bothered her that she was looking as such. It wasn't in her nature to be vulnerable, yet it was in her appearance, and that was a weapon to be used in and of itself.
Click.
Ahead a door loomed in front of her eyes, it wasn't the kind that might hold a secret. No, it was the kind where you might keep a rabid dog, or something you plan to jump out and try to kill you. Luckily she was smarter than to get killed, and the two men reached the door first, their fingers wrapped strongly around the stainless steel. As they pulled it open Xira assumed a little more pleasant look about her, a slight smile on her bright red lips, and her eyes had a curve about them which screamed lust. If the man was smart he'd feel as though she might like him, if he was stupid he'd probably expect her to play a little foul. This game wasn't just about getting the person to sing like a bird, it was about seeing if this boy could be trusted, and if he couldn't the man was most definitely screwed. In a second she would kill him if he realised this was just a game, if he realised this wasn't a fool's chance at getting some credits, but a cleverly orchestrated play. His survival itself depended on it. Hopefully he’d make this interesting and would fail, she was usually more comfortable when they weren’t going to be able to go off speaking whatever came out of her mouth.
Inside she stepped, there sat a man with black hair, a slightly oval face that seemed to long for whatever reason, and a tattoo on his that classified him as Kiffu. This meant there was a fairly large chance that at this moment he knew quite a bit about her, hopefully they had noted this and changed out the tables and chairs. Most of the time the people who took care of that kind of a thing was excellent at what they did, but she didn’t really know who exactly took care of that kind of thing. Perhaps she’d sit down and figure it out later, especially if this man knows more than the is supposed to, then they would have to have a talk too, and she was quite the busy person.
Click.
One final snap of her heels on the floor echoed through the room as she came to stand next to the seat, appreciative of how incredibly quiet it was here. That was good, it made sure he could hear her, sense her coming down the hall, and hopefully there was hope for him, confusion as to why they were sending a woman. Now as his eyes fell upon her frame, the red lipstick she had on, and the blond ringlets of hair which fell down her head to her back. He probably thought she was going to sit.
Quietly she placed her holopad down on the table, as her eyes moved back up to him, locked on his face as once again she began to move. This time away from the chair, towards the man who was now getting a little perspiration on his face, and then there was the moment he swallowed. Oh, she knew he probably had an erection right now, but she was used to that. Right now she came to the other side of the table where he was at, and sat on its edge while she looked into his eyes. Slowly she leaned closer and the thud of his heart sent a slight shiver down her back while her mouth opened slightly.
”Are you alive?” She asked very carefully as her eyes probed him, looking beyond just his outward appearance to really take in what was in front of her. After another swallow, and increased breathing he slowly nodded his head as she responded, ”Prove it.
While the man trembled like a madman she moved in closer, as their lips touched, and a slight sensation went up her lips. Like an electric jolt, only much more real, as if it in itself had a pulse, a breath, and emotions which could be felt. Unfortunately this person wasn’t very good at this kind of thing, and after a second she pulled back, and while it may have been odd at the moment, the expression which covered his face was now incredibly priceless, and she knew he was in the palm of her hand. With a smile she continued to hover right in front of her face as her head moved a little to the side, observing him as his breath continued to be ragged, and chopped.
”What is it you want right now, Kaiden? Lightly she whispered to him, as she leaned a little closer, ”I’m dying to know“
For a second it seemed as if the man would fall out of the chair to get even an inch closer to her, yet at the same time it was as if he was pinned to the spot. It was a most curious situation he had himself in, and Xira couldn’t help but bring herself a little bit closer so as to let him smell the perfume on her skin. To let him almost taste her breath, the slight tinge of mint on it.
“I want…” The man stopped for a second, his mouth slightly open, as he continued, “you, right here, right now.”
”And do you know what I want?” She whispered this to him, leaning closer towards his ear, ”I want to know the code I need to access Mr. Maloni’s bank account.”
The man’s eyes lit up like a light as he smiled, and responded, “ I can do that, I can do that. You got a holopad?” She nodded as reached behind her to get the holopad, and placed it on the man’s lap as he began to scribble on it while talking at the same time, “You know, he’s a really ass anyway. Don’t mind him taking the hit for m…,” Xira couldn’t take it any more, she placed a finger to his lips, and he seemed to get the point as he continued to write it down. As he finished he once more got the nerve to talk, “Okay, done. Now, what..”
”I’m sorry, Mr Kaiden, but I’d rather spend a thousand nights in hell, than spend a single one in your pants,” The colour in his face seemed to drain away as he suddenly realised how he had been played, and she got up from the table in a swift movement, ”I’m sorry to regret that I won’t be needing you anymore.”
As she said this, her back turned towards him the man seemed to get where she was going, surprising for a man such as his stature, but he came to put a hand on her shoulder. Of course he said something stupid, but she didn’t listen to him, all she did do was grab onto his hand that was touching her, and began to display a little part of her which was very well hidden. Suddenly the sweet innocent secretary became a deadly force as she pulled her arm, flipped him onto his back, and had him onto the ground in mere seconds. To be honest she probably wouldn’t have been able to do it if he had been expecting at all, but that didn’t matter, she didn’t pretend to be a little doll for no reason. Firmly she pressed one of her heels into a small pressure point near the base of his neck, and the man sputtered a few times as he sat there on the ground. Inside his eyes there was fear, and confusion as he lay stunned on the ground, pinned by her foot.
”Guards, take care of him,” She spat as she lifted her foot from his neck, and turned to walk towards the door, but stopped and turned for a few seconds before she ever reached it, “Oh, and this time don’t leave a mess, no one needs to know about this.”
In a way she should have seen it coming, the initial reaction was always the worst, but she didn’t really anticipate what came next. When he jumped up, and came running towards him he had this feeling that she was being attacked, but it wasn’t quite what she had initially thought. No, this man had the nerve to beg, to grovel and pull on her to keep from dying even though he was barely important enough to be breathing in her general direction. She had no pity for him, for his fate, or the look on his face which should have brought some sort of sorrow to her heart. In a second she saw all the sorrow and fear one would expect from someone who was to die in a second, but it hardly made any connection to her sympathetic side at all. Of course she had a part of her which felt sorrow, and pity for some things, but this kind of display simply made her very angry to be in the same room as someone so stupid.
”Why you poor, poor thing,” Told the woman, he eyes softening, and her smile fading to look some shadow of reconciliation as she moved closer towards him. A smile formed on his lips. He was happy. Even while turned around, leaned closer, and wrapped her fingers around the hilt of the blaster hidden among her dress. He didn’t anticipate a thing. No, in all honest he seemed to think this was his chance again, but he did not see the folly in his way until it was much to late. ”Lets just take care of that, Explained the blonde as she placed the blaster in the side of his head, and pulled the trigger. It was truly a grim sight, and she quickly wiped it from her minds as she got up to walked calmly back towards the door. As she passed one of her guards she placed the gun in his hands and whispered to him, ”I don’t like having blood on my hands, so lets get this little incident taken care of.” The senator knew that this little incident would be taken care of in a second, but it really was a shame she’d be missing her gun for a few days. It was quite handy in times of negotiations.
Slowly she walked back through the doors which she came, and knew full well this little happenstance was behind her. It was only a matter of time before everyone forgot about the stupid little boy who couldn’t keep his mouth shut, for if she hadn’t gotten to him someone else would have.
Click.
