This is her story, and why she looks the way she does!
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Known for her quick and inconspicuous acts of robbery. Her loot of choice consisting of jewelry and scarabs, especially if said items are left by the victim. Don't let this beauty fool you, she will butter you up to be on your good side. The next day, you're missing your prized jewels and your safe is open. Who would do such a thing!
She will never crack under most interrogations, one of her strong suits, if you ignore how stubborn she can be. While living in the local apartments, rumors about targeted crimes being made by the same person started growing around her, and how that rotling uses her signature and customized arsenal. God forbid she pays her rent with stolen goods and her weaponry have pizzazz. She started hanging around her favorite diners less and less because of it.
While she never bothered in participating in the District's rituals, let alone believing in such a waste of time. As much as it was seemed as a disgrace, she was more interested in the virtues control, and their power. Every now and then she'll infiltrate Paradise Lost to get more information on their schedule and weak points, just small lookouts. 1st big mission was just observation, seeing how many guards are in each area, and when they change over to the next group of guards. She was in and out, no virtues in sight, or so she thought. 2nd mission, she was overconfident.
As soon as the gate closes behind her. She's met with diligence face to face, the last thing she sees is his hand gripping her head, then pitch black. Waking up tied to a chair, so cliché. After hours of not talking, temperance gets called in to do slight torture. Ripping out and modifying her left eye. her temper snaps, cracking in a means to have revenge. She ignites all of her 'Nighty night' (Chloroform bomb) throwing it to them and watching them struggle to stay up, that split second was used to escape from her restraints, grabbing her eye ball from temperance's hands. She bolted, running as fast as she could to the exit while holding her breath (with all her supply being used, it caused a gas cloud to consume the majority of the halls). As she was about to make it, one of the virtues was instructed to chase her, ripping her left leg off and discarding it to slow me down. The most guttural scream leaves her throat, grinding her teeth as she grabs on to the virtue, opening his face plate and shoving her 'Cry About It bombs' (tear gas) into the brain. The stinging and acidic torture being implemented, he covers his head in an attempt to sooth the burning feeling. Weak Spot! She grips his left leg, ripping it and temporarily use it as support for the rest of her escape to the gaslight district.
“Those virtues weren't that interesting anyways.” She limps all the way to her apartment, determined to not let this fuck up define her, she removes the new leg of hers in her room and began adjusting it and connecting it properly to her thigh.
"Upgrades, people, upgrades!" She muttered to herself, posing and stepping on the new leg of hers.
She looks over at her left eye on the night stand, seeing how its gone black, her heart breaks, her eyes was her confident boosters when manipulating her way into getting what she wants. She notices her iris change chape. That being into the shape of a broken heart. Hell. No. She thought back to what Diligence said before losing said eye, "you wont open up? You will after this" he had my eye modified to show my hidden emotions and motives. That tin can is going to pay. While she attempted to put her eye back in her socket, it just kept falling out, like it wouldn't regenerate itself back in place. Great. A new approach of her life of crime has begun. But before she could start to make new bombs, she collapsed on the bed, a nap first it is.
