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[Ekaterina]

Those who dwell in the realm of shadows, have a tendency to remain within their grasp, or at least near enough to blend if need be. Such would be her way. Though not shelved in at some corner table like most, hiding in the darkness that is more a state of mind, than actual existence. So much easier it is to hide, out in the open. All just pass by, not even an acknowledgment of existence to be given. As the old adage goes, alone in the midst of the crowd.

She stood out not, far from some blazing beauty who's attributes look to spill out in the open with just a simple move, or breath's intake. She considered herself plain, although youthful was her appearance, save for those icy shards of crystalline blue. Youthful innocents and naivety would be easily assumed if one happened to glance her way, and she'd let them believe what they wanted, or wished.

A tankard of mulled wine, sat before her, untouched since it's delivery. Naked hand lifted to brush back an errant tendril of spun gold, where it drifted to lay against her cheek. A simple gown of velvet, no fancy adornments to cover the warm material, a dark crimson in coloration, complimentarily encased her. Perfectly proportioned for her five foot six, one hundred and twenty five pound frame. Curves were subtle, instead of grossly exaggerated. Slow drumming of fingers upon the bar's surface, while baby blues drifted over the room, her thoughts roamed over various matters.

Matters of the past that continued to rear their head and demand notice. People and places drifted through memories brought to the forefront of her mind. One might consider it a culture shock, that from which she come, and that to which she had been cast. Not she, an existence within the realm of humanity to which she had accepted with open arms. A loner who preferred crowded rooms.

Civility could be maintained when called upon, the social graces of a lady to be displayed. Though, if angered or pushed beyond her limit of acceptance, like the black panther in the wild, she could become a formable predator. A likeness to which she could be easily associated, for that was her ultimate path in life, to prey upon those whom others paid to see their life snuffed from existence.

She could move from one style of life to the other with ease. At one moment, a socializing debutante, and in the next breath, while she stood before you with a pleasant smile on her lips, your life will come to an end. She would then simply turn and walk away in a casual motion, to engage conversation on the other side of the room, as if nothing transpired. A means to an end, one in which some pay a great price to see accomplished.

Love had never been introduced into her life, so it was something she missed not. In truth, it's something she never thought to seek, nor care to find. It fit not into her chosen way of life, and would only be considered a hindrance. Cold and distant she chose to remain, it was safer and easier that way. Never associate yourself with anyone or anything, that you couldn't walk away from in thirty seconds, without a glance back. The day you do, is the day you alter your chosen path, and complications set in. Perhaps this could be for the best, but for now, it wasn't something she cared to research out, she had a job to do.

[Ekaterina]

What are your darkest desires?.



Those blue eyes that glimmer like the ocean when kissed by the light of the sun. Long silken hair seemingly created from spun gold. Five foot six, weighing one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Fair in complexion, not one who's soft skin has been abused by the sun's harsh rays. Youthful looks was something she was blessed with, appearing to be no more than eighteen years of age, when she was pushing twenty and four.



What will you be willing to pay to fulfill your darkest desires?


Living in a war torn lands, where control was a matter that extended beyond the battle fields. Another game was to be played, one in which the players consisted of three types:


1. Those who wanted what another has....

2. Those who have what others wanted....

3. Those who are hired to do those things only whispered, to grant the other their darkest desire, of gaining, or retaining what the other wants.

There are those who are gifted with grace, charm, and beauty. Add a mind that is cunning, along with being the Master, or in this case, the Mistress of deception, it makes for a deadly individual Toss in the arts and skills of weaponry, there is very little that she isn't able to do..

To gaze upon that sweet face, and into those baby blue eyes, that seemed to brim with innocents, one would be hard pressed to believe the youthful beauty could be capable of any form of monstrosity. Just pray your name isn't one that's been whispered near her ear, for you just might find out, just how much of a conscious she actually lacks..

Born and raised in Schleswig-Holstein , A state in NW Germany. Kiel (the capital and chief port), Lübeck, Flensburg, and Neumünster are the major cities. Flanked on the west by the North Sea and on the east by the Baltic Sea, Schleswig-Holstein occupies the southern part of the Jutland peninsula and extends from the Elbe River northward to the Danish border. It includes some of the North Frisian Islands of the North Sea and the island of Fehmarn in the Baltic. The Kiel Canal links the North Sea and the Baltic. Schleswig-Holstein is drained by the Eider River, which forms border between the former duchies of Schleswig (in the north) and Holstein (in the south).

A low-lying region with excellent natural harbors along the Baltic coast, the state has fertile agricultural land except in the center, where heaths and moors predominate. Farming (grain, potatoes, and vegetables) and cattle raising are pursued, although agricultural production accounts for less than one tenth of the state's yearly output. Shipping and fishing are important along the coasts. Manufactures of Schleswig-Holstein include ships, paper, beer, and clothing. The islands of Sylt and Föhr and the southern Baltic coast are popular tourist resorts, while Eutin, Lübeck, and Schleswig are trading centers.

A need to lie low, due to whispers floating about the low lying areas, of one who was responsible for many deaths of the Royal and Noble lines, would have her on the move. Setting sail to an unknown destination, finding herself on foreign shores. Enjoying life until she happens to find a place to settle, or returns to her homelands, be it by will or by force. Depending upon whether her past catches up with her or not.

A loner by nature, due to the lifestyle in which she lived. Of course, she has partied in the largest castles and stately mansions about. A member of the "In Crowd", due to that noble position in life to which she was born. Quite a cloak in which to hide behind, a socialite, a woman of breeding and stature. As elegant as she is eloquent, soft spoken, slow to anger. Let not the slender figure fool you, for she is as dangerous as any Warlord !