"Hello Jax. Name's Narti. I'm from the planet Sirius." She said cheerfully, forgetting the human custom for greeting one another. She tapped her fingers against her leg as thought about how she would respond next. "Well, Siri aren't really trusted, much like Feral, so I'm not surprised there weren't any on your last ship. But, hey, I never knew I was colorful, y'know because I'm blind and all!" Narti said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood since she could sense his embarrassment again.
(You know what? I like her. She reminds me of this character I made awhile back. My religions teacher once told me about this experiment done in Natzi Germany to see what would happen if children were never touched, never held, never loved. So I made up this boy, one of those children, who escaped thanks to a stranger. This man who rescued him held the kid for the very first time, but bloodied the concrete just hours later. Someone else took him in, a street rat of sorts. Kept him in a box until he was five.
<<I'm actually not very interested in getting a bond.>> Crow replied carefully, <<I mean, is there a reason for getting one?>>
(Oh well in that case however you want to draw her. It might be my character but you are putting in all the work so do it how you want to. I am just grateful that you have chosen to help me bring my characters to life! )(Hey, I wasn't gonna make it look bad. Kina like one of those superhero thingies)
(It's gonna be a play date XD...with metal fists and daggers; my very favorite kind.)
(You're bringing out my inner serial killer with these characters
Adele wrinkled her nose in disgust when she noticed the spots of blood on her shoulders. Filth. Didn't even have the decency to die cleanly, she thought as she sheathed her knives. She touched her second victim's elbow with the toe of her boot before stopping to make sure he was dead. She'd be surprised if he wasn't, what with the amount of blood his torn body now lay in. He didn't flinch so she nudged him against the wall, out of her path. She pat him down, checking for weapons that may be handy for her own use; if they couldn't be that then she could always sell them. She practically beamed with her finds: a fully loaded handgun, as well as several small knives. Knives were her favorite; no doubt about that. She pocketed it all and headed to the next room, having bolted the door from inside.
She jumped, just slightly, when Sybil's fist came crashing down. Adele swore under her breath and hurried to see what the ruckus was. Only, she didn't make it there immediately. She spotted a door off to the side. It was bolted, but with a few nicks with a knife she had it open. Shelves crates and shelves lined the narrow room, and she let out a low whistle, pleased with how this day was going. She ran her hand along the shelves, but didn't pull anything out. Not yet. The weapons she saw were nothing fancy, but numbers were what mattered.
What can I say we make good murdery characters! Its like it was meant to be. )
