Entry 1
Bedding a man a night just to make money is such a waste of a talent. That was what I was doing before one of the guys asked me to join him on a hunt. I was intrigued so I went along with him. It was a hunt for some mythical creature that never turned up, and it ended up being a trap with me in as the creature being hunted by about 10 men. The winner could do what they wanted with me, apparently. But that was their plan. My plan was to seduce one, and kill them all. And it worked. That was a few years ago. Since then, I have more notches in my bow then I do on my bed.Â
Now although I enjoy the thrill of the kill, and the blood splatter in my hair (It's a pain in the ass to clean), you can't beat a simple task of gathering a ton of iron or silver for a client that brings a smile to their face. If you want a job done, no matter how small, it's a job for me.Â
But getting work in this city is tough, my old town I had quite the reputation before I was hired to kill a gang boss by a rival lot and caused an all out war, so I have to flee with my life. But here, I have to start from scratch. I have discovered that there are a lot of rich folk who like to flaunt what they have. It's easier to take if it's on their fingers. Easier to melt down and sell to the poorer lot.Â
I suppose the reason I started this journal is so that I can look back and see where it all started when I live in a mansion on top of a hill, and I have a million servants, and all the rich guys serve the poor ones. It's a wish that is never going to happen.Â
(OOC - I will probably continue this on Tumblr or something, but we will see)
Bedding a man a night just to make money is such a waste of a talent. That was what I was doing before one of the guys asked me to join him on a hunt. I was intrigued so I went along with him. It was a hunt for some mythical creature that never turned up, and it ended up being a trap with me in as the creature being hunted by about 10 men. The winner could do what they wanted with me, apparently. But that was their plan. My plan was to seduce one, and kill them all. And it worked. That was a few years ago. Since then, I have more notches in my bow then I do on my bed.Â
Now although I enjoy the thrill of the kill, and the blood splatter in my hair (It's a pain in the ass to clean), you can't beat a simple task of gathering a ton of iron or silver for a client that brings a smile to their face. If you want a job done, no matter how small, it's a job for me.Â
But getting work in this city is tough, my old town I had quite the reputation before I was hired to kill a gang boss by a rival lot and caused an all out war, so I have to flee with my life. But here, I have to start from scratch. I have discovered that there are a lot of rich folk who like to flaunt what they have. It's easier to take if it's on their fingers. Easier to melt down and sell to the poorer lot.Â
I suppose the reason I started this journal is so that I can look back and see where it all started when I live in a mansion on top of a hill, and I have a million servants, and all the rich guys serve the poor ones. It's a wish that is never going to happen.Â
(OOC - I will probably continue this on Tumblr or something, but we will see)
