<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jessamyne</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Tattooed.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jessamyne<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> Old enough…<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong> Elf<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> 5’5” Green eyes, dark brown hair. Slight build. A number of tattoos and piercings. Has an affinity for jeans, leather and surprisingly, soft fabrics – cottons, chenille, silk, and sheer chiffons. Call it her girly side…Also loves silver jewelry<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Guys mostly, but the occasional girl strikes her fancy every so often…<br/><br/><strong>Former Gang:</strong> The Striders, but has been independent for some time now. For hire…and constantly working. Someone always needed a dirty job done it seemed – yet didn’t want to get their own fingers dirty. She’s done work for The Gravediggers and The Unleashed as well – when the job was a bit more than any one of their own wanted nothing to do with it. <br/><br/><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Assassin, spy, thief (Acquisitions specialist). She never found a taste for selling her body. While she worked for The Striders, she was often a bodyguard and hired gun to keep the girls safe while they worked. During the days she was used as security for the clan’s buildings.<br/><br/><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> Knives seem to feel the best in her hands. An old blade she generally keeps sheathed at her thigh, but she also owns a set of extremely thin and very strong blades that were almost spikes. They are kept in a rolled holder that when needed, wraps around her left forearm. For far away work, a crossbow from the rooftops always worked well. She doesn’t care much for guns but owns a small sig sauer she generally keeps in a holster at the small of her back. <br/><br/><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> She’s quick, quiet and has that air of ‘leave me the hell alone.’ She doesn’t mean to…really. She also has the ability to manipulate certain elements – mostly water and fire working. <br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> She’s quiet and that seems to put her into the category of being a bitch. The way she watched people makes them feel scrutinized. She doesn’t trust easily, but that often helps her in her profession. She puts up a wall in most situations and seems hard to get to know, but really it’s simply a defensive measure she adopted long ago. It honestly wouldn’t take much to find a way to break down that wall…<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong> Her father died in the wars years ago. Her mother not long after, leaving her an orphan in a clan that didn’t care to bring up other’s children in lean times. She made her way through though and was mostly cared after by an elder. Once she reached those trying years she was a little too wild for anyone to care for. She became good at theft, sleight of hand and use of weapons. Women were not doing such things back then and her presence was sought after by those needing a woman to infiltrate certain situations. Luckily she was pretty enough to find her way into the presence of her targets - most who wanted nothing more than to get her clothes off… They often found their eagerness rewarded by the twist of a blade and a few more coins in her purse.</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">She watched them enter the nightclub – all of them so far. She wanted to know she wasn’t walking into a trap – or at least that he wouldn’t be the only one to do so. The group gathering for this was a mixed lot. Perched on her bike across the street, out of the way of traffic, under a broken street light which at this point only helped produce shadows, she watched them go in. Waiting about half an hour…she only went in after the drug deal turned sour for both parties involved, the shooter going in ahead of her.<br/><br/>Jessamyne may not have been big, but she was a tightly bound little package of trouble walking through that door. She didn’t make a sound, unlike the hulking bad-ass she watched come in ahead of her. Tight jeans, worn a bit in all the right places, nicely broken in – they were her favorite pair – a V-neck t-shirt that showed off a bit of inked skin at her stomach and a leather jacket pulled on over top of it. Black boots and silver jewelry – piercings at her ears, her navel and if one looked carefully, they could tell there were tiny barbells that would show, even through the lacy bra (a curious nod to femininity) she wore under the t-shirt. There were more piercings, but they were all concealed by clothing.<br/><br/>Long dark hair flowed over her shoulders, hiding the tips of her ears as she walked through the nightclub. There was a small sig sauer at the small of her back in a specially made holster. The guy in front of her made so much of an entrance she went practically unnoticed, which she had no problem with. Jessa slid onto a bar stool, the heel of one boot resting on the rung of the chair as she ordered up a Magners. The orc nodded and popped the cap off the bottle, sliding it to her with a grunted ‘Would you like a glass?’ She laughed slightly and shook her head, sliding money to him. “Nah…thanks.”<br/><br/>She turned on her seat, leaning back against the well-worn edge of the bar, leaning an elbow against it as she drank slowly from the bottle, one of the rings she wore clinking against the dark glass as she savored the taste of the cold liquid. Her eyes moved over the gathered crowd, a slight smirk to her lips. Work like this sure did bring out a varied crowd. She wondered what kind of job it would ultimately end up being. Not much could surprise her these days…<br/></span></span>