I am robbed by this world

Devin Deidre Hayes; contracted assassin original character since 2011 Independent roleplayer all verses welcome

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❝ Some  r i s e  by sin Some by virtue  f a l l  ❞

                                    contracted assassin                                     multi-verse compatible                                     supernatural elements                                     friendly mun                                     9 years of roleplaying 

                                                                       ❝ Some  r u n  from brakes of vice                                                                        and answer none;                                                                         and some condemned for a fault alone ❞

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Sample piece; Who-verse

Seven years. Six since her best friend and first love had gotten himself tangled up in her mess and killed. Five since she'd reconciled herself with what she'd forced his half-alive body to become. Four since she'd stopped beating herself up for it every day. Three since she'd forgiven herself. Two since she'd promised him, in one of his rare moments of lucidity, to find a way to make him whole again. One since she'd begun to lose hope. Though her life (at least by night) was rarely uneventful, Devin had fallen into something of a routine. Wake up, lead a few tours, come home for lunch and, usually, a nap, meet with a client or two, have dinner, run the bar for a few hours, take out a target, sleep, rinse, repeat. If you didn't count the fact that she killed people on a regular basis, Devin led a relatively normal and monotonous existence. Of course, life always tends to take unexpected turns just when you believe you're in a rut. This particular day was no exception to the rule...

Groggily, Devin woke from her afternoon nap and headed out to meet with her next client. She wasn't sure exactly what the being was, but it certainly wasn't human. Growing up, Devin had never believed in the supernatural; she'd never had time to indulge in such fantastical ideas. Her energies were spent learning how to defend herself from her step-father's advances, and in attempting to protect her mother from the same. Since she'd started on this new career path, however, Devin had come to not only believe in supernatural beings and circumstances, but to also involve herself with and in them on a regular basis. After all, if not for such beings, her childhood sweetheart would be all dead instead of only partially so.

This mysterious being offered her a hefty sum - nearly twice what she usually took in - in exchange for taking out someone called simply, 'The Doctor'. "Doctor who?" she'd asked, her curiosity piqued. "Exactly," her client had replied, to which she had no adequate response. The being explained to her that the Doctor was dangerous; that he got people killed as something of a hobby, and thought nothing of it, seeming to disappear off the face of the planet after causing utter chaos. Devin was uncertain. This being didn't seem to be 100% trustworthy, and Devin wasn't in the habit of killing out of mere spite. There had to be just cause. However, not wanting to get on this creature's bad side, she agreed to take the job, subject to cancellation upon further research of The Doctor and his habits.

"You'll see it clearly," the being assured her, "He is a force of evil that must be eradicated. It's for the good of all humanity." "I'll be the judge of that," she asserted, "But if this Doctor is even half of what you say he is, he's as good as dead." The being seemed to appreciate this, and handed her half of her payment in Australian notes. "You'll get the rest once the job is complete," it told her, "You'll find the Doctor in Sydney, near the harbor, at precisely 10:37 tomorrow morning." Devin wanted to ask how that could possibly be known, but she'd seen enough in the past seven years to understand - some questions were better left unasked. She was given his photograph, told to keep an eye out for a blue police box (bringing up more questions she dared not ask), and went on her way. x x x Devin arrived in Sydney early the next morning, and made straight for the harbor, to the water's edge where she'd been instructed to wait. Sure enough, at precisely 10:37, she heard a strange noise. Turning in its direction, she nearly laughed at the sight - a blue police box appeared from nowhere, just as the creature had said it would. What on earth (or elsewhere) had she subjected herself to? The man from the photograph she'd memorized emerged from the box, and Devin knew it was time. The creature had mentioned he'd be drawn to a damsel in distress. Taking care to wait until he was close enough, until he'd caught her eye, she feigned distraction, purposely missing her step, and fell head-first into the water, a convincing scream pealing through the air. She surfaced, flailing about as if she weren't the strong swimmer she truly was. "Help, please!" she called out, sputtering, "Help me!"

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Quick facts:

✙ Devin has no faith in organized religion or government. ✙ At age 21, she killed her abusive stepfather in self-defense after failing (again) to convince her mother to leave him.  ✙ Later that year, she became a contracted assassin, wanting to rid the world of people like her stepfather. ✙ Soon after, on a job, she discovered that supernatural beings were very real, and she now deals largely in eliminating demons and other evil creatures, as well as humans.  ✙ Devin's childhood sweetheart got tangled up in one of her jobs and was murdered by a vampire.  ✙ Her favorite quote is "some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall". She has it tattooed on her left hip.  ✙ She has a black belt.