CIVILIAN, aubrey scotts

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you wrestle your brothers to the ground. dominance as you pin their arm behind their backs and they yowl for you to stop because you are hurting them. it takes mother and a few of the maids to drag you away from him, screaming—you are different you say—but she disciplines you anyhow.

mother with her red lipstick and beautiful dresses tell you that you must behave. you represent the father you never knew, a dead man. unimportant.



but he's dead. and gods, as far as you know; did not die. they spawned creation and caused revolution. they were eternal.

despite her lectures and angry scowls, you proceed on the path of becoming a warrior. your determination to not die (like your father "the god") and you take her dresses, her money—she had too much of it anyways. you head to the capital. you smile and tap your temple at the scoffing men.

defiantly you tell them, legs outstretched and head held high: that you are the daughter of god.




+ tybalt, the "king of cats" is the name of her handy dandy double-bladed greataxe which is always perched between her shoulder blades, tied to her by a string. the blade is keen and her aim is acute: she's determined not to miss her mark. whether it be a arm or a leg, neck or torso. she will not lose.

+ aubrey, shining and forthright in her scanty armor, is swift. her job is merciless and her regret is little. she will defend. she will protect no matter the cost... even her life.

+ strength is in numbers. despite her arrogance: aubrey is surprisingly a good team player. when someone has a common enemy it's best to destroy it; together.

[attr="class","appname"]AUBREY SCOTTS

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AGE: 21
SEX: F
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: THEBES
CONTRACT: N