CHAMPION, desta jure

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there's dirty streets and dirty people asking for money so they can do dirty things. the people who are truly in bad spots, the places you don’t get out of, the places that scare you to death and numb you to everything both beautiful and horrid, they keep to themselves.

emotions are swollen, they have been since ever since. her feet are filthy after they take their beatings from dust laden streets. and then she's home, sitting on the edge of her tub as she washes the city down the drain. it gives her some sort of self-satisfaction, this tiny insignificant event of washing her feet clean. she's trying to remember a home- no, forget. but fragments of a conversation shape themselves to fit in the corners of her mind and there it says,

"you're on the wrong side of the playing field," where she asks whether this is merely a game, and her host will shrug their shoulders and tell her,

"it might as well be."

and she if could she would tell them, she isn't on either side now, and there's nowhere she needs to be.

she's trying not to look outside, at the stars that dot the sky, where north should be pointing to a place more familiar than the walls of shara and the old town, because the view will create doubt, it always does.

she resists the impulse, and for the first time, reason is taking over.



"atlas" • a double-edged sword with a compass outfitted at the center where the hilt meets the rest of the blade. she never learned how to use it to its fullest, but she still cleans and maintains the weapon herself, making sure the glass isn't stained for too long. the sword was a "gift" from an old (and aged) superior who had died in battle. the man didn't have a son, even family left, to pass his possessions along to. her swordsmanship skills are careless at best and any damage she caused during her short time in the military were out of sheer luck. she never really got to use atlas, almost right after it was given to her, she resigned from her post and fled.

while she possesses great strength, she doesn't have the agility to match and has trouble evading quick attacks. she has to create time for herself to move and when she spent time practicing, it mostly went into getting a better blocking technique. these days, she uses brass knuckles or her bare hands.

knowledge of past incarnations will be revealed ic.

[attr="class","appname"]DESTA JURE

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AGE: 25
SEX: F
RACE: HUMAN
HOMELAND: IRKALLA
CONTRACT: Y, UNKNOWN