Name:Minx
Race:Human
Age confused
Weapon(s):It varies depending on what she has to go up against
Personality:Tough, has a tendecy to be cruel, very suspicious of everyone she meets, greedy.
Occupation:Slayer
She had no idea of who she was or where she came from. All she knew was killing...
The full moon was now high in the sky. Minx's eyes narrowed as she looked out her window at it. She knew what that meant: there were creatures out just begging to be slaughtered.
Minx carefully sheathed her blades, the only things she truly cared about, and walked out onto her balcony. The howl of a werewolf echoed through the still night, followed by a number of screams. Minx leaped from the balcony to land on the damp grass.
She took off running, and before long, the howl of a dying werewolf pierced the air...
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