<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/CurvysScarlett.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Scarlet Arn Atal'ai<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Female Troll Mercenary<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Body and Strength, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Combat, Physical<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 20's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>all<br/>wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77884705)<br/><br/>Fury took a deep breath as they walked up to the bar. And gave Waltz a slightly bewildered look when he spoke about he as if she was a lady. She was half starting to think he was playing her. No one...especially a human would have seen her as a lady. As the drinks arrived Fury had to hold back a soft laugh. She was used to beer or hard liqueur in shots. Not something that caught on fire and had pretty colors to it.<strong> "Ok...I admit this is something new."</strong>she said smiling lightly.<br/><br/>Fury watched as he dipped the metal straw into the fiery drink.<strong>"Thanks."</strong>she said simply feeling like anything else would only make her sound stupid. She hated to seem stupid; it was certainly a stereotype about trolls she sought to change. But being in an environment that made her feel so out of place was not making it very easy.<br/><br/>She tested her luck with her first sip and was surprised to actually like the taste of it.<strong>"Surprisingly good actually."</strong>she said with a soft smile. But it faded as he spoke about the group. She straightened herself a bit and nodded,<strong>"You and me both." </strong>she said expecting him to go into a conversation about the crew. But she was again caught off guard as he slipped in a sly line and asked her to dance.<strong>"You can see right?"</strong>she asked suddenly before laughing at her own words.<strong> "I mean...I don't dance very well. I'm afraid any grace I have is left to my fighting abilities. That and I grew up with a family of boys, and all of them have two left feet.' </strong>she said with a soft smirk.<strong>"I'd hate to break you before a run."</strong>she said one hand puling at the corset she wore. Still she knew this wasn't her scene, if only she could have met him on the streets or at a normal bar.<br/>