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Alt. Ahris

Because I like Alt. Reality Badass Ahri, okay?

I know this isn't entirely accurate to mercenaries but shh I'm trying my best to make it work.

But she's an adaptable oc and has been used in many ways.

So yeah here's three alternate Ahris.  MissAvarice
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Assassins

Zafir didn't know Ahri very well. She'd joined them about a week ago when their group amongst others was hired for some big move by a warlord. The details about their task didn't really matter.

Ahri herself didn't fight. In fact she seemed to disappear whenever the true battles began. Sometimes she'd be there at the end but other times she wasn't there at all. It wasn't hard to pick her out on a battlefield of mostly human and hybrid folks. Of course you'd also see the red on her fur if she fought.

What was odd was how after each battle she walked tent to tent and asked if anyone was hurt. Zafir had been able to witness first hand the skill of her magic as she healed the injuries his group had sustained in their last battle.

That magic got her some semblance of respect from the Jinni and those considered higher rank.

"Hey Zafir, you're with me. It's your turn." Ahri said as she approached his group. She was wearing a tight too made out of furs that only went to her mid ribs. Her shorts hung slightly low on her hips them down to her mid thighs. On her side was a smeared handprint made from blood. Based on the red tint of her hand, Ahri had wiped the blood off on her own stomach.

"My turn for what?" Zafir questioned, eyeing the blood.

"Does it matter? It's not my command, I'm just delivering it. We're gathering information if you truly must know." Ahri answered. "Now come."

She turned on her heel and began to leave as a swift pace, expecting Zafir to follow her. He did, not willing to upset their superiors who could very well have him killed for disrespect.

Ahri walked them right to the shelter where their superiors were. Not the leader of this group per say but some of his trusted men who actually hired the mercenaries and commanded them about.

"I have a feeling he will talk today." Ahri said. "Yesterday I almost broke him." Ahri informed one of the men who seemed to be the most important. He nodded. "you're short on time. Get it done."

Ahri nodded before leading Zafir through a flap further back in the tent. A male was sitting there appearing to be in perfect health. You couldn't see a single thing wrong with him except he looked a little skinny.

"He's got important information about the lord of the land they're after." Ahri said. "And we're going to extract that information. Your job is simple. Hurt him. Bring him right to the brink of death. For all I care slice his throat. No instant kills, I need a moment to heal him."

The man struggled in the chair but he knew it was futile. This was not his first day of such torture.

That was Ahris best use. Information. Both working undercover and through force. Eventually they'd have enough and crack. this man was just more stubborn than the rest.

"Right. Get to work." Ahri said. She didn't usually dirty her hands with them. There were other men she could make do it for her.

He would crack, eventually. No one could take pain forever. Ahri partially healed him so he wouldn't die any time soon. She then brought Zafir out of the room and reported to the others that he was willing to talk.