Post by Ricca Anathera Maeve on May 13, 2011 6:06:21 GMT -5
Character General Info
Name: Ricca Anathera Maeve
Gender: Female
Birth Date: July 29th
Age: 25
Age Looks: 21
Hair: Platinum blond with black streaks, long, straight.
Eyes: Green. Iris has a dull yellow ring around them.
Appearance: Ricca is a very statuesque young woman. Her skin is pale white from lack of sun exposure. Her hair is long and nearly perfectly straight, going down to her waist, often worn spilling down her back and chest or in a pony tail when she means business. Her eyes are a vibrant green, striking in appearance; Her irises have a thin yellow ring around them, often described as exotic. She stands at five feet, nine inches with the body of a “sex goddess”, all the right curves in all the right place, but toned and taunt where appropriate. A generous bust accompanies the ensemble that is Ricca Maeve, she moves with the grace and confidence of someone who knows what her body can do.
Ricca's wardrobe is about as varied as a candy-kid raver explosion, possessing all colours of the collective rainbow. Her shirts are often a style of tank top, low cut to show off her “assets”. She favours short skirts for play and comfortable pants when “on the job”. She can be known for some extravagance now and again, possessing a few slinky dresses for the occasional public appearance. Ricca will always, always wear some form of platform combat boot that buckles up to just below her knees, giving her an extra inch and a half in height. She has a favourite pair in shiny red leather. Her ascetics include fishnets on her legs and arms, and a necklace (an emerald in a silvery setting shaped like a heart, surrounded by angel wings). Other than her necklace, she is not one for jewelry. She will also wear a belt with several button pouches, and holster harnesses on each thigh and her back.
Tattoos are another matter entirely; she has several. A red teardrop is below her left eye and a spiral surrounds her right eye (starting from the corner of her eye and circling the socket). A series of small runic-looking symbols dot from the wrist of her left arm to her shoulder and up her neck. A violent looking set of teethmarks the underside of her left breast, and she has a broken-line outline of a handprint on her left butt cheek. Above her bellybutton are three hearts, two of them filled in black and one an outline with the words “Never Forget” above them. Ricca possesses no visible piercings, but might show her more exotic ones for someone whom asks nicely. She has a long, thin scar down her back from the tip of her right shoulder, crossing her spine diagonally to her left hip.
Personality: Ricca is extraordinary two-faced when it comes to her personality. Her usual presented demeanour is happy and bubbly, a hedonist that enjoys the simple things in life, copious amounts of mind altering drugs and all manner of fleshly pleasures. Entertain her and she'll be the best of friends. Often quick with a warm smile and very touchy-feely, and generally whimsical. She is an avid lover of the arts as well.
The other side of Ricca is cold and calculating, the symbolic ice queen. She will adopt this if she is very angry or needs to mean business and will not take any nonsense. It takes a fair amount to anger Ricca, especially if she's high. If she needs to fight (Ricca is not afraid to use violence to prove a point or defend herself), she will often act in this manner. She does have a bit of a sadistic streak, and will make suffer any who have seriously wronged her. Or if she feels like it at the time. Ricca personally does try to make a point not to kill, though it has happened by accident.
Ricca does have all the classic signs of a junkie if she does not get her regular fix: Irritability, weakness, sometimes difficulty breathing, shakes, and in extreme cases, seizures. She is hopelessly addicted to a particular drug and will experience withdrawal symptoms if she does not get a hit within a thirty-six hour period. Once she does, she is all sparkles and sunshine.
Otherwise she is very goal driven when it comes to her business ventures, and will go out of her way for people she favours, especially those whom have proved their loyalty. She can be easily bribed if one appeals to her hedonistic nature. However, she has little value in money, preferring goods and services. Money for Ricca seems to be easily acquired and is a tool to keep her lifestyle in check. She has no desire to 'rule' Gotham City, content to exist within the pocket she has carved out for herself. She is by no means stupid though, possessing fierce intelligence and a charm that could sway anyone to their knees.
Family:
Vivian Maeve (Mother, deceased)
Alexander Maeve (Father, deceased)
Lucas Maeve (Older Brother, alive, age 28)
Background: For all intents and purposes, Ricca had a normal, happy childhood with two loving parents and a dear older brother in Gotham City. She was relatively normal, surprisingly strong willed and a quick study. She proved to be very creative, excelling in art and music and revelled in the simple beauty of the world. When she reached her mid teenage years was when things began to spiral. Through a few poor decisions and peer pressure, Ricca fell into heavy drinking and drug use. Her life became less academically focused as she gleefully chased her next thrill, becoming more and more desperate the longer between highs. This quickly turned to a point of concern for her parents, creating tension at home and school. Her older brother did try to shield their parents to the full extend of Ricca's debauchery, often covering his younger sister's tracks and making sure she didn't end up killing herself.
Her eager desire to experiment led her to a street drug known as “Enlightenment”, a very addictive pill that had the side effect to alter one's body chemistry. Some noticed odd changes in body temperature or changes in vision, but Ricca had a particularly interesting reaction to the drug. One evening found her overdosed in the city park, experiencing seizures and vivid hallucinations throughout the course of her “trip”. When she awoke, the bench she was near was a mangled mess, grass patches and sidewalk torn out and flung haphazardly and several burn marks in long arcs surrounding her. She could not tell what happened, but she did describe a feeling of “mind expansion” when under the influence of “Enlightenment”, seeking it out at every opportunity. Her eyes also gained their yellow ring after this.
The tension her drug used caused came to a head in the Maeve household, an argument breaking out between Ricca and her parents. At the time Ricca was high, and one of the drugs she was under was “Enlightenment”. In a fit of emotional frustration, Ricca seemed to snap and her home was torn to shreds in a swirling, crackling vortex with Ricca at its centre. The young girl was unharmed, but her parents were horrifically killed, bodies in several pieces. Her brother was spared, a military man in a campaign overseas just three months prior to this incident. At the time, the phenomenon was deemed unsolved by Gotham police, however tragic.
Ricca disappeared to the streets after the incident, working for the group whom hustled the Enlightenment drug. She became a prostitute at the tender age of eighteen to fuel her addiction, though unlike most enjoyed her work. Through subtle manipulation, she did manage to worm her way into the gang's inner circle, pillow-talking into the operation. It became clear that Ricca no longer wanted to merely be a slave to her addiction's whims, she wanted to be able to control it. Ambition grew, and soon her plans vaulted into action. The leader of the gang was quietly poisoned one night with the temptress junkie and the inner circle taken care of by thugs Ricca had wrapped around her fingers. The chemists fell quickly under her sway and she found herself sitting on a growing drug empire. Success came quick in the dark corners of Gotham City, but Enlightenment was taken off the streets, sold only to choice clients with deep pocketbooks. It is unknown whether the drug has spawned any manifestations like Ricca's strange abilities.
In a very short time, Ricca was able to establish herself as Gotham's Princess of Hallucinations, a drug “lord” of near epic proportions. Her infamy grew for being able to find the best of the best, even working with her chemists directly to devise new chemical creations (Ricca had a complex mind for science). Other drug dealers were either pulled under her empire, or removed. A couple grew into high profile gang wars, but involvement was never linked to the Drug Queen. She had money, she had protection, and even some sway with the media. No police contacts, but she found ways to get them off her trail.
These days, Ricca spends most of her time as the owner of Periwinkle Palisade, a nightclub in downtown Gotham. She had come to refine her abilities and establish herself as a ruthless mistress of the night. Where that takes her, who knows? She will nevertheless be a powerful player in Gotham's game of recreational pharmaceuticals.
(Sadly, after the manslaughter of her parents, Ricca never kept contact with her older brother. The necklace she wears was a gift from him for her sixteenth birthday, before she discovered drug use.)
Character Info
Code Name: N/A
Enemy Code Name: Drug Queen, Princess of Hallucinogens, Baroness of Recreational Experimentation.
Powers/abilities:
-Through repeated exposure to the chemical drug Enlightenment, Ricca has developed two abilities that could be considered paranormal:
Telekinesis – Using the power of her mind, Ricca is able to lift a single object weighing up to 250 pounds and direct it where she wills. She is able to accelerate this object to the speed of 50 km/h very suddenly, unheeded by directional change. This power will only operate within a range of 100 metres. Ricca has to be able to see the in order to control it. Ricca is able to control herself using this power, but her movements are not as fast or percise.
Psionic Vortex – When this power is channelled (it takes up to fifteen seconds for Ricca to harness the necessary energy), Ricca floats up about two metres into the air and is surrounded by a purple, lightning crackling vortex of up to 12 x 12 metres. The vortex is extraordinarily destructive, capable of warping steel and splintering wood. Denser materials tend to be relatively unaffected, and this power cannot be projected through materials (like stone). The force of winds in the vortex is also roughly 50 km/h. This power can only be channelled for thirty seconds, and immediately removes Ricca's Enlightenment high.
Either of these abilities will not function unless Ricca is under the effects of the aforementioned drug.
-Chemically Imbalanced: Enlightenment has also deeply effected Ricca's body and immune system. Ricca is nearly unable to get sick, possible immune to some diseases and several poisons. Negative effects of drugs do not affect Ricca. She is also able to withstand extreme heat or cold for several hours, and is somewhat resistant to burning. She thinks snake venom tastes like cotton candy, incapable of smelling cardboard, and sometimes sees in “purple”. Chipmunk fur will cause her to break into hives. She will imitate the ring of a cell phone anytime she hears one ring, and is almost always static-ly charged. She is also near-deathly allergic to anything specifically the colour Mauve.
(She has an inkling that someone may be controlling (“writing”) her thoughts, but isn't sure if that's her ears tingling or not.)
-Equipment: Ricca has three Tec-9 machine pistols with 50 bullet magazine capacity. She is able to wield these in both hands without too much difficulty. She has a switchblade in her belt pouch (where she keeps most of her personal effects and other drugs), and a 10 inch dagger sheathed in her boot.
Strengths: Strong willed, charming. Nearly a self-taught chemistry major. Athletic, versed in hand-to-hand self defense.
Weaknesses: No more resilient to death than any other human. Weak-willed when it comes to drugs or hedonistic behaviour. Severely addicted to Enlightenment.
Affiliation: Rouges gallery
Other Info
Anything else you'd like to add: At a later time, will add the effects of Enlightenment, as well as any drugs Ricca has developed herself. Enlightenment is not exactly easy to brew, so Ricca only has a limited amount, enough to keep her going for the most part.
Will you be active?: Of Course
Do you Agree should you become Inactive you will have your Character Removed from the Roleplay?: Uh huh.
Sample RP:
It had been a good night. Ties with the Colombians had finally been established hear in Gotham City, and soon her hand would be firmly grasped around the cocaine trade. Sure it had taken a few cracked heads and a bit of smooth 'operating' on her part, but the long-term payoff would be worth it. Another drug added to the repertoire of the infamous Princess of Hallucinations, and even more income. More income meant more buying power. Which would mean more of the ingredients for the drug that kept her on top of her game.
Of course, there had to be a celebration. A few of her favourite groupies had been called in for an evening of more pharmaceutical pleasure than was ever necessary for any one person. Several hours later she found herself half off her bed in her private suite with her hand tangled into the hair of one particularly delicious redhead. Just when things were about to reach a crescendo, there was a knock at the door. Ricca tried to ignore it, but it came again, more insistently than before, muffled shouts of “Miss Ricca” accompanying each series of knocks. With a heavy sigh, she untangled herself and went to answer the door, naked as a jaybird.
Behind the heavy wooden door was a snivelling gentlemen, with a thin moustache. She quickly recognized the man as one of her inventory specialists, though what he was doing here baffled the Drug Queen. She had specifically said for her to not be disturbed. – Where were her bodyguards? (Oh right, one was passed out in her bed, and the other had been sent out for chocolate milk and had never returned.)
“What?” said a flustered and exasperated Ricca, her green eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“Miss Ricca. We... We seemed to have...”
“Out with it.”
“We lost a shipment. A whole truck of ingredients. It just disappeared,” the man finished, without stuttering. He had a sudden sober expression on his face, though he was sweating bullets. If Ricca could have even thought about screaming, she would have. Instead, she pursed her lips and stiffened. He was here for that?
“So find it,” she said softly, her tone frosty enough to chill the room. He was wearing a bright tie, but all Ricca could see where shades of purple. If that tie was Mauve, she would strangle him where he stood.
“We don- We don't know where it is. It was-”
“Find. It.”
“But-” The man suddenly froze, his eyes widened in fear. Lips parted in a scream of agony, red stains seeping through his shirt where his arm met his shoulder. With a sickening rip, the arm was pulled out of its socket, and the man crumpled to the floor in a heap, pawing at his bloody stump. Ricca merely stared at the man, his previously attached arm floating in the air before her for several seconds before it flopped uselessly onto his back.
“Don't tell me Don't. No excuses. Find that shipment or I'll take your leg,” she said calmly before slamming the door loudly. Now, where was that pretty redhead?
Name: Ricca Anathera Maeve
Gender: Female
Birth Date: July 29th
Age: 25
Age Looks: 21
Hair: Platinum blond with black streaks, long, straight.
Eyes: Green. Iris has a dull yellow ring around them.
Appearance: Ricca is a very statuesque young woman. Her skin is pale white from lack of sun exposure. Her hair is long and nearly perfectly straight, going down to her waist, often worn spilling down her back and chest or in a pony tail when she means business. Her eyes are a vibrant green, striking in appearance; Her irises have a thin yellow ring around them, often described as exotic. She stands at five feet, nine inches with the body of a “sex goddess”, all the right curves in all the right place, but toned and taunt where appropriate. A generous bust accompanies the ensemble that is Ricca Maeve, she moves with the grace and confidence of someone who knows what her body can do.
Ricca's wardrobe is about as varied as a candy-kid raver explosion, possessing all colours of the collective rainbow. Her shirts are often a style of tank top, low cut to show off her “assets”. She favours short skirts for play and comfortable pants when “on the job”. She can be known for some extravagance now and again, possessing a few slinky dresses for the occasional public appearance. Ricca will always, always wear some form of platform combat boot that buckles up to just below her knees, giving her an extra inch and a half in height. She has a favourite pair in shiny red leather. Her ascetics include fishnets on her legs and arms, and a necklace (an emerald in a silvery setting shaped like a heart, surrounded by angel wings). Other than her necklace, she is not one for jewelry. She will also wear a belt with several button pouches, and holster harnesses on each thigh and her back.
Tattoos are another matter entirely; she has several. A red teardrop is below her left eye and a spiral surrounds her right eye (starting from the corner of her eye and circling the socket). A series of small runic-looking symbols dot from the wrist of her left arm to her shoulder and up her neck. A violent looking set of teethmarks the underside of her left breast, and she has a broken-line outline of a handprint on her left butt cheek. Above her bellybutton are three hearts, two of them filled in black and one an outline with the words “Never Forget” above them. Ricca possesses no visible piercings, but might show her more exotic ones for someone whom asks nicely. She has a long, thin scar down her back from the tip of her right shoulder, crossing her spine diagonally to her left hip.
Personality: Ricca is extraordinary two-faced when it comes to her personality. Her usual presented demeanour is happy and bubbly, a hedonist that enjoys the simple things in life, copious amounts of mind altering drugs and all manner of fleshly pleasures. Entertain her and she'll be the best of friends. Often quick with a warm smile and very touchy-feely, and generally whimsical. She is an avid lover of the arts as well.
The other side of Ricca is cold and calculating, the symbolic ice queen. She will adopt this if she is very angry or needs to mean business and will not take any nonsense. It takes a fair amount to anger Ricca, especially if she's high. If she needs to fight (Ricca is not afraid to use violence to prove a point or defend herself), she will often act in this manner. She does have a bit of a sadistic streak, and will make suffer any who have seriously wronged her. Or if she feels like it at the time. Ricca personally does try to make a point not to kill, though it has happened by accident.
Ricca does have all the classic signs of a junkie if she does not get her regular fix: Irritability, weakness, sometimes difficulty breathing, shakes, and in extreme cases, seizures. She is hopelessly addicted to a particular drug and will experience withdrawal symptoms if she does not get a hit within a thirty-six hour period. Once she does, she is all sparkles and sunshine.
Otherwise she is very goal driven when it comes to her business ventures, and will go out of her way for people she favours, especially those whom have proved their loyalty. She can be easily bribed if one appeals to her hedonistic nature. However, she has little value in money, preferring goods and services. Money for Ricca seems to be easily acquired and is a tool to keep her lifestyle in check. She has no desire to 'rule' Gotham City, content to exist within the pocket she has carved out for herself. She is by no means stupid though, possessing fierce intelligence and a charm that could sway anyone to their knees.
Family:
Vivian Maeve (Mother, deceased)
Alexander Maeve (Father, deceased)
Lucas Maeve (Older Brother, alive, age 28)
Background: For all intents and purposes, Ricca had a normal, happy childhood with two loving parents and a dear older brother in Gotham City. She was relatively normal, surprisingly strong willed and a quick study. She proved to be very creative, excelling in art and music and revelled in the simple beauty of the world. When she reached her mid teenage years was when things began to spiral. Through a few poor decisions and peer pressure, Ricca fell into heavy drinking and drug use. Her life became less academically focused as she gleefully chased her next thrill, becoming more and more desperate the longer between highs. This quickly turned to a point of concern for her parents, creating tension at home and school. Her older brother did try to shield their parents to the full extend of Ricca's debauchery, often covering his younger sister's tracks and making sure she didn't end up killing herself.
Her eager desire to experiment led her to a street drug known as “Enlightenment”, a very addictive pill that had the side effect to alter one's body chemistry. Some noticed odd changes in body temperature or changes in vision, but Ricca had a particularly interesting reaction to the drug. One evening found her overdosed in the city park, experiencing seizures and vivid hallucinations throughout the course of her “trip”. When she awoke, the bench she was near was a mangled mess, grass patches and sidewalk torn out and flung haphazardly and several burn marks in long arcs surrounding her. She could not tell what happened, but she did describe a feeling of “mind expansion” when under the influence of “Enlightenment”, seeking it out at every opportunity. Her eyes also gained their yellow ring after this.
The tension her drug used caused came to a head in the Maeve household, an argument breaking out between Ricca and her parents. At the time Ricca was high, and one of the drugs she was under was “Enlightenment”. In a fit of emotional frustration, Ricca seemed to snap and her home was torn to shreds in a swirling, crackling vortex with Ricca at its centre. The young girl was unharmed, but her parents were horrifically killed, bodies in several pieces. Her brother was spared, a military man in a campaign overseas just three months prior to this incident. At the time, the phenomenon was deemed unsolved by Gotham police, however tragic.
Ricca disappeared to the streets after the incident, working for the group whom hustled the Enlightenment drug. She became a prostitute at the tender age of eighteen to fuel her addiction, though unlike most enjoyed her work. Through subtle manipulation, she did manage to worm her way into the gang's inner circle, pillow-talking into the operation. It became clear that Ricca no longer wanted to merely be a slave to her addiction's whims, she wanted to be able to control it. Ambition grew, and soon her plans vaulted into action. The leader of the gang was quietly poisoned one night with the temptress junkie and the inner circle taken care of by thugs Ricca had wrapped around her fingers. The chemists fell quickly under her sway and she found herself sitting on a growing drug empire. Success came quick in the dark corners of Gotham City, but Enlightenment was taken off the streets, sold only to choice clients with deep pocketbooks. It is unknown whether the drug has spawned any manifestations like Ricca's strange abilities.
In a very short time, Ricca was able to establish herself as Gotham's Princess of Hallucinations, a drug “lord” of near epic proportions. Her infamy grew for being able to find the best of the best, even working with her chemists directly to devise new chemical creations (Ricca had a complex mind for science). Other drug dealers were either pulled under her empire, or removed. A couple grew into high profile gang wars, but involvement was never linked to the Drug Queen. She had money, she had protection, and even some sway with the media. No police contacts, but she found ways to get them off her trail.
These days, Ricca spends most of her time as the owner of Periwinkle Palisade, a nightclub in downtown Gotham. She had come to refine her abilities and establish herself as a ruthless mistress of the night. Where that takes her, who knows? She will nevertheless be a powerful player in Gotham's game of recreational pharmaceuticals.
(Sadly, after the manslaughter of her parents, Ricca never kept contact with her older brother. The necklace she wears was a gift from him for her sixteenth birthday, before she discovered drug use.)
Character Info
Code Name: N/A
Enemy Code Name: Drug Queen, Princess of Hallucinogens, Baroness of Recreational Experimentation.
Powers/abilities:
-Through repeated exposure to the chemical drug Enlightenment, Ricca has developed two abilities that could be considered paranormal:
Telekinesis – Using the power of her mind, Ricca is able to lift a single object weighing up to 250 pounds and direct it where she wills. She is able to accelerate this object to the speed of 50 km/h very suddenly, unheeded by directional change. This power will only operate within a range of 100 metres. Ricca has to be able to see the in order to control it. Ricca is able to control herself using this power, but her movements are not as fast or percise.
Psionic Vortex – When this power is channelled (it takes up to fifteen seconds for Ricca to harness the necessary energy), Ricca floats up about two metres into the air and is surrounded by a purple, lightning crackling vortex of up to 12 x 12 metres. The vortex is extraordinarily destructive, capable of warping steel and splintering wood. Denser materials tend to be relatively unaffected, and this power cannot be projected through materials (like stone). The force of winds in the vortex is also roughly 50 km/h. This power can only be channelled for thirty seconds, and immediately removes Ricca's Enlightenment high.
Either of these abilities will not function unless Ricca is under the effects of the aforementioned drug.
-Chemically Imbalanced: Enlightenment has also deeply effected Ricca's body and immune system. Ricca is nearly unable to get sick, possible immune to some diseases and several poisons. Negative effects of drugs do not affect Ricca. She is also able to withstand extreme heat or cold for several hours, and is somewhat resistant to burning. She thinks snake venom tastes like cotton candy, incapable of smelling cardboard, and sometimes sees in “purple”. Chipmunk fur will cause her to break into hives. She will imitate the ring of a cell phone anytime she hears one ring, and is almost always static-ly charged. She is also near-deathly allergic to anything specifically the colour Mauve.
(She has an inkling that someone may be controlling (“writing”) her thoughts, but isn't sure if that's her ears tingling or not.)
-Equipment: Ricca has three Tec-9 machine pistols with 50 bullet magazine capacity. She is able to wield these in both hands without too much difficulty. She has a switchblade in her belt pouch (where she keeps most of her personal effects and other drugs), and a 10 inch dagger sheathed in her boot.
Strengths: Strong willed, charming. Nearly a self-taught chemistry major. Athletic, versed in hand-to-hand self defense.
Weaknesses: No more resilient to death than any other human. Weak-willed when it comes to drugs or hedonistic behaviour. Severely addicted to Enlightenment.
Affiliation: Rouges gallery
Other Info
Anything else you'd like to add: At a later time, will add the effects of Enlightenment, as well as any drugs Ricca has developed herself. Enlightenment is not exactly easy to brew, so Ricca only has a limited amount, enough to keep her going for the most part.
Will you be active?: Of Course
Do you Agree should you become Inactive you will have your Character Removed from the Roleplay?: Uh huh.
Sample RP:
It had been a good night. Ties with the Colombians had finally been established hear in Gotham City, and soon her hand would be firmly grasped around the cocaine trade. Sure it had taken a few cracked heads and a bit of smooth 'operating' on her part, but the long-term payoff would be worth it. Another drug added to the repertoire of the infamous Princess of Hallucinations, and even more income. More income meant more buying power. Which would mean more of the ingredients for the drug that kept her on top of her game.
Of course, there had to be a celebration. A few of her favourite groupies had been called in for an evening of more pharmaceutical pleasure than was ever necessary for any one person. Several hours later she found herself half off her bed in her private suite with her hand tangled into the hair of one particularly delicious redhead. Just when things were about to reach a crescendo, there was a knock at the door. Ricca tried to ignore it, but it came again, more insistently than before, muffled shouts of “Miss Ricca” accompanying each series of knocks. With a heavy sigh, she untangled herself and went to answer the door, naked as a jaybird.
Behind the heavy wooden door was a snivelling gentlemen, with a thin moustache. She quickly recognized the man as one of her inventory specialists, though what he was doing here baffled the Drug Queen. She had specifically said for her to not be disturbed. – Where were her bodyguards? (Oh right, one was passed out in her bed, and the other had been sent out for chocolate milk and had never returned.)
“What?” said a flustered and exasperated Ricca, her green eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“Miss Ricca. We... We seemed to have...”
“Out with it.”
“We lost a shipment. A whole truck of ingredients. It just disappeared,” the man finished, without stuttering. He had a sudden sober expression on his face, though he was sweating bullets. If Ricca could have even thought about screaming, she would have. Instead, she pursed her lips and stiffened. He was here for that?
“So find it,” she said softly, her tone frosty enough to chill the room. He was wearing a bright tie, but all Ricca could see where shades of purple. If that tie was Mauve, she would strangle him where he stood.
“We don- We don't know where it is. It was-”
“Find. It.”
“But-” The man suddenly froze, his eyes widened in fear. Lips parted in a scream of agony, red stains seeping through his shirt where his arm met his shoulder. With a sickening rip, the arm was pulled out of its socket, and the man crumpled to the floor in a heap, pawing at his bloody stump. Ricca merely stared at the man, his previously attached arm floating in the air before her for several seconds before it flopped uselessly onto his back.
“Don't tell me Don't. No excuses. Find that shipment or I'll take your leg,” she said calmly before slamming the door loudly. Now, where was that pretty redhead?
