Volevoda Code

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<p style="text-align: left;">Volevoda Merikanda is 19 years of age - a neko. She is a trained expert with the use of blades - both small and large - and self-defense. She is five feet and two inches tall, weighing a mere 110 pounds. Her bright blue eyes are piercing, filled with knowledge of the known and unknown. Her face, though rarely seen, is beautiful - a perfectly shaped face with high cheekbones and a hint of blush in just the right places. Her voice is soft, but commanding - if she speaks at all.&nbsp;</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">Her cloak is midnight black, the cowl covering the majority of her face, except for her lips. Her outfit consists of a dark, tight fitting blouse. (Such as the picture suggests). Her black leggings allow her easy movement, as do her black combat boots.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>Many years ago, Vole's mother - a neko - happened to reach a village, where she was immediately shunned. A human male, however, saw this and was disgusted by the intolerance of the other people of his village. He took her into his home where they gradually fell in love. A year or so later, the couple was blessed with little Volevoda; but with having her mother's traits as a neko, she too was shunned by the people of her village.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>Four years went by, and a raid was befelled on the village. The men were killed, the women were raped, and the childen were rounded up for slavery. Little Vole, only four, hid until the attackers left - only faintly remembering their uniforms, but would not be able to describe them. She ran away from the burning village only to appear at an academy. She implored for their help, but seeing as she was too strange a creature, they - too - turned her away. But Vole was not to be swayed. She climbed to the top of the wall and practiced with the other children, watching them, but never interacting.</p>
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<p>Vole did this for a few more years, practicing and honing her skills to become the assassin she is today. However, over time she became cold and heartless, killing just about anyone for any amount of money; becoming not an assassin, but a mercenary. One particular quest, however, changed the young assassin when she was paid nearly ten-thousand in her currency to kill a helpless babe - all for being the accident of a powerful man's affair. Once the final moment came, Vole found herself unable to do so. She took the child and the mother and stashed them away, taking a piece of the baby's clothing as evidence of its demise, taking the money with a grin. To her surprise, a few months later she was given the task to kill the same man who had offered her the ten grand. She gladly took the job, and killed him.</p>
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<p>Now she resides in The Slave Den, spending time with people she now calls her friends. She wouldn't want to be any place else.</p>
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<p>While she is not on duty, she is lively and playful - ready for all sorts of entertainment, lewd or otherwise. She enjoys all company and is never closed-minded. However, you could be her friend one day, but her target the next.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>She's ready for action, or ready for fun - or when both are one and the same.</p>
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