Isandel: The Blood Maiden

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Name: Isandel
Surname: Es'Kilathi (thou she prefers to keep it in secret)
Age: 25
Height: 177 cm
Weight: 68 kg.
Eyecolor: Light Grey
Place of Origin: Waterdeep
Current activity: Freelance adventure, fashion design

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Isandel appears to be an attractive, social, curious, hyperactive girl fond of good tale and good ale... thou can be dominative, insolent and repulsive. She favours dark colors and shadows to sun and pink. Sharp in wit and tongue, she will not neglect an opportunity to seize power by all means possible, thou she keeps her word and is willing to cooperate. She likes to give orders as well as she will follow them.

The story:

"Wake up, trash!" - the voice pierced her sleep as a sharp nail, it belonged to Varrik, the leader of the Dark Omen gang.
"Get to work, now!" - yelled the voice in a low bass frequency.
"You are already late, you will bring me the double amount of cash today - or will become an amusement for some filthy sailors!"
She could see his figure walking out of the room and turning to kitchen. Isandel gotten up from bad and quickly began to pull her pants on. Being seen sleeping by her "master", could mean only trouble for her. Her entire body was still screaming from the beatings as a punishment for failed pickpocket attempt.
Varrik was a person of great power - and the similar meaness. He was a leader of one of the most vicious gang in Waterdeep, besides he was a local sheriff. His father was an influential and stupid person at his times, and he merely made a good life for his only son.

Isandel were already tightening her belt, as she heard steps behind her.
"Good morning, filthy cow" - Said Varrik as he spilled a bucket of cold water all over Isandel - "This will help you to wake up... Now let's hit the road, we got businness to do."

They walked out on the street to meet the morning rain in a sunless city of her eternal pain. Varrik explained the details of her "mission"- it was quite simple- she should have aquired a key from a local storekeeper and return it back to Varrik. The shopkeeper was an old, greasy Mulhornadian worshipper of female gender. Isandel's was supposed to get him drunk, pick the key and bring it to the meeting spot. They walked in rain another few blocks as they came to a crossing where the shop was located.
"Now, go and do not return without the key." ordered Varrik and hurried in direction of the local plaza.
She entered the shop and did everything as it supposed to be, the shopkeeper met her with a golden-teeth smile, and a stripping look. "Come, let us share wine together!" merchant said his fatal mistake. After a while they were drinking. After a while the merchant was drunk enough.

Isandel took the key and jumped out of the window. In just a few minutes she covered the distance to the hidden spot, at another part of town.

"Here...I got the key" - she said.
"I see. Give it to me, now." - Varrik grabs the key from her hands.
"But this is not enough for today. You have been caught sleeping when you should have been already dressed. You must to receive a punishment and bring some more money at the same time." - he smiles poisonous, showing the rows of rotting teeth.
"And i just know how...follow me, dog." - commanded Varrik.

They left their hideout and ventured down to the city docks. Gruesome feeling felt into her heart. Varrik could do anything he wanted with her... or so he thought. Leaving the few blocks behind, they finally came out to docks.

"We are to find a fregat "Esmeralda" - said Varrik