Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25754873-20141220155141/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141226034611

New character, seeing as how I can't really use Keredrex here. I'm doing this one as though I were the character telling you about myself.

Name: They call me Slythe.

Ruling realms: leave ruling to the high and mighty, I just want to make a buck.

Race/gender: I'm human, a human female.

Faction name: I'm the CEO of South Harad Trading co.

Allignment: None. I'm a businesswoman, picking a side's bad for income.

Allies: None really, though the Grey Elves up north are big customers of ours.

Enemies: All those whiny, blue-blooded nature preservists and animal rights activists.

Story:

I'm nothing all that special. I mean sure, I've rendered most men slack-jawed and breathless when they first look at me (she's really really attractive) but my real talent isn't my looks. You see, I'm a criminal.

Or at least, that's what you may call me. I am an acquirer and seller of rare and valuable merchandise. Endangered animal pelts, exotic pets, nigh-unattainable fruits, spices, materials, artifacts, so on and so forth. And I admit, most of what I do would, to the common man seem immoral. In fact, I sometimes have to do ridiculously illegal things such as bribery, theft, and even murder, to get what my clients want. But the means justify the ends: I'm probably the richest woman alive. Of course, you're probably expecting some sob story, for example: "My daddy died in the war and mommy died of grief, so I was brought up with my extremely poor aunt who was always mean to me." But nothing like that ever happened to me. My child life was good. I was the daughter of the wealthiest family in my Far Harad Jungle village, and my dad was trying to hook me up with rich boys from other families at 16. Eventually I got fed up with it, so I stabbed him in his sleep and framed it on a boy I didn't like. And no one even suspected me, I put on an excellent show.

Eventually I grew up, put together a band of "friends" and started hunting. Eventually we got so good, me especially that I decided to use my total lack of conscience and morals to go into business acquiring rare merchandise through any means necessary. The folks in the North fell right for my trap. I got very rich very quick. And now look at me: supremely rich, and very very good at hunting. Better still, the north not only has no clue of the shady dealings I'm involved in, but they're still buying!

Although recently I got a strange request. The Grey Elves have been putting in orders for tons and tons of melons each year. They say that their leader can't drink anything but a special melon drink. Rather curious. But even better, recently they've been putting in orders for even more exotic merchandise, like fin rugs and pelts and furniture. They're probably my best customers, I may have to head north and pay them a visit soon.