Black Heart
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I never told them I was evil, I just never specified that I was good... --- Lysa. The name that brings fear to so many avid role players. The name tag floating above a female dressed in only black, with a dove feather emblem sewed on her shirt. She's a killer, but in a game it doesn't matter. She lives for the kill in game; what happens when real life becomes distorted too?
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Evil

I go by Artemis Blythe. I'm an ex-soldier turned murderer. I was charged with thirty murders and was subsequently sentenced to death. Preceding my execution, in a twist of fate, I was reborn in a child's body in a dog eat dog world ruled by two factions: Righteous and Demonic. I had two abilities in my arsenal: One let me cheat death, the other strengthened me the more I killed. I had two goals: One was to destroy the Righteous faction in its entirety, the second was to enjoy the hunt. I was named after the Goddess of the Hunt after all. Now that I was in a world where murder was validated and not outlawed, it would surely be nothing less than good time. No kindness. No selflessness. No altruism. Just acting on self-interest. There wasn't a single good bone in my body. Only pure, condensed, unadulterated evil.

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