Impulsive Decisions

Impulsive Decisions

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A soft red kiss, black leather trousers and hazel eyes are all that you will remember after your night with the Crimson Slayer. So take it whilst you can and you better enjoy it. Elxia-Rose Norke is a woman of odd character. Not many know her for who she is, but those who do will never tell you of her. But it appears that you can keep a secret so I'll let you in: Elxia is a woman, brought up with the life of mafia, guns and no love. She can shoot you point blank from two-hundred foot away, and never miss. You won't see her without a smirk on her painted lips or a secret glint in her eye which makes you believe that she knows something you don't. She could be a woman you pass in the street, you library store owner or even your next door neighbour you never thought of speaking to because of her... odd habits. But you'd never know. Nothing can fully break the Crimson Slayer from her shell, the thing that stops her from becoming mentally as well as physically ill. But what if someone were to try? What would happen if, oh say, another mafia don were to have a son that was too nosey for his own good? Could Elxia stop herself from shooting him down when he keeps coming back, in the hopes of not starting a war? They do say there's only a faint difference between love and hate.
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A Piltover councilor, you knew of General Medarda. Mel often shared stories of her manipulativeness and cunning, her constant frivolous escapades with what she apparently calls the "local cuisine". You'd heard the war stories of her strength, her ruthlessness. You had comforted Mel when she cried in pain and homesickness, unable to sleep. You know Medarda is a different type of cruel, you witnessed it firsthand, but nothing could've prepared you for what you felt deep in your stomach when her blazing amber eyes found yours. Because it wasn't hate.

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