<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/bc/78/01bc780ff20cfed50fdeab31fd0c2aba.jpg)</div><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Kinessa Uskwood</span></span></em><br/>Female Dhampir Rogue/Bard 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291897.msg14330769#msg14330769)<br/>HP: 7 | AC: 14 | Init: +4 | Status: Normal<br/>Location: Northern Women's Cell<br/>Tagging: Mr. Langley<strong>GM NPC</strong>; Simona | Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>Responding to guard and Simona; providing a distraction.</em><br/><br/>It was a chore to prevent herself from rolling her eyes at the guard's response.  Growing up, she had been respected for the vampiric blood that flowed through her veins; the humans in Nidal revered, feared and lusted for those like her.  However, ever since she'd left her shadowy home she had suffered far worse insults than the half-witted guards here could think up.  Frankly, she'd grown bored with their unimaginative attempts to hurt and degrade her.<br/><br/>"I'd rather put one of the diseased prison rats in my mouth.  They're bigger...and likely a sight cleaner."  She hissed the words with a sneer at the guard, moving closer to the bars as Simona crouched, her golden eyes flashing as she glared at Langley.  One hand rose to curl her fingers around the bars and she flashed the young guard a toothy smile, leaning her face close to spit her next words at him in a sharp tone.<br/><br/>"You all like to think you're big men, swinging your clubs and dicks around, but you all know, deep down inside, that you are<em>nothing</em>.  Pathetic, heartless children burning ants with a bit of glass and sunlight."<br/><br/>As she spoke, she listened for more sounds outside, the expected rattle of metal or pounding of hoofbeats.  Chaos.