Lover, be good to me.
Anathema Jay, 5'10'' of perpetually hungry hunter. Raven hair worn long, braided if she is hunting and carefully styled otherwise. Bright blue eyes, long dark lashes, narrow face, long crooked nose testament to her violent profession. Pale. Uses her looks and speed and strength to be the best she can be.
"Says the witch with magic hands."
Came into their life like a falling star.
Lips made for sin...
... and a body she could found a religion on.
The perfect storm.
Lightning made flesh.
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5'10'' of perpetually hungry hunter eyed the quaint little town with something like distaste. It was cold and dusty and Ana could barely see a thing through the gathering mist. One pale hand absently stroked the hilt of one shining steel dagger, seeking reassurance from her trusty blade. All she had was the summons and instructions to set up at the inn, wherever that was. The mist thickened further, muffling all sound and obscuring the street lights. Ana's eyes nervously scanned her surroundings, alighting on a flickering lamp outside a nearby shop. A bell tinkled overhead as she pushed the door open
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