Post by blink on Jan 14, 2007 21:18:24 GMT -6
(Heh. Here I go. Let's see if I have the chops to claim Jun and her irrepressable mount, Zen, under the new reigime. Set prejoining the Hunt as we know it... Time to do this.)
Jun Fierkira, sole heir of Lord Fierkira of the Ashanos province of the Fire Nation, rode along a dusty Earth Kingdom trail atop a hulking monster that sniffed the air through wide flaring nostrils and left clawed footprints that would spook any hunter with a sense of self-preservation. She presented herself as simply Jun to anyone who asked, client or target, and that was all they needed to know, ancient history far as she cared.
She was a bounty hunter, her dark leather garb, serpent tatoo, whip, and other assorted tools of her craft an advertsiment in and of itself, not that she needed much once people saw Zen. The mercenary loved the old shirshu, his tongue enough to drop a man at ten yards with a touch and nose enough to track a squirel across the continent. Her darkly beutiful face smiled under a veil of black hair, skull hairclip the perfect accesory. People sometimes took a quick look at her atractive features and thought her soft, easy to bargain with.
They didn't keep that illusion for too long.
She shook her head, amused by her thoughts. Why was she thinking so deeply? She was a merc, 24 years old, top of her game. The war kept business coming, Earth, Fire, even the odd Water job taking her from paycheck to paycheck. She knew the best bars to hit for jobs, heck, save for the odd mission involving the Avatar and his water witch girlfriend, she always got paid. Even knew an interesting Galgori client or two, and that wasn't something to take lightly. Good wages, good wages.
Jun Fierkira, sole heir of Lord Fierkira of the Ashanos province of the Fire Nation, rode along a dusty Earth Kingdom trail atop a hulking monster that sniffed the air through wide flaring nostrils and left clawed footprints that would spook any hunter with a sense of self-preservation. She presented herself as simply Jun to anyone who asked, client or target, and that was all they needed to know, ancient history far as she cared.
She was a bounty hunter, her dark leather garb, serpent tatoo, whip, and other assorted tools of her craft an advertsiment in and of itself, not that she needed much once people saw Zen. The mercenary loved the old shirshu, his tongue enough to drop a man at ten yards with a touch and nose enough to track a squirel across the continent. Her darkly beutiful face smiled under a veil of black hair, skull hairclip the perfect accesory. People sometimes took a quick look at her atractive features and thought her soft, easy to bargain with.
They didn't keep that illusion for too long.
She shook her head, amused by her thoughts. Why was she thinking so deeply? She was a merc, 24 years old, top of her game. The war kept business coming, Earth, Fire, even the odd Water job taking her from paycheck to paycheck. She knew the best bars to hit for jobs, heck, save for the odd mission involving the Avatar and his water witch girlfriend, she always got paid. Even knew an interesting Galgori client or two, and that wasn't something to take lightly. Good wages, good wages.
