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Saya Mauthos
There is no mistaking this woman for anything other than a ranger. Her eyes and ears are open at all times, making it nigh impossible to sneak up on her. Whenever she is still, she continually glances to the sky, as though watching something.
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Tauvyr Tavern
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Data3
Description
Her hair his a dark brown, almost almond color. Her eyes are hazel, with a greenish cast to the edges of them. Her skin is fair, though tanned not by beach sun but by long years spent outside.
So begins...
Saya Mauthos's Story
Saya Mauthos steps into the bar slowly, peering about to see if anyone else is there and, seeing few enough people, she slides inside as quietly as the shadow of a breathless mouse who's life depends on sneaking past a cat without making the slightest sound, or in other words, very freaking quietly. She moves deftly to the bar and situates herself so she can see the door, her back to a wall. She waits for a moment, then taps a view screen and orders what is by far the strangest order Gambit's is likely to have seen, a small cup of water without ice.
Saya Mauthos watched the strange person enter the room. She eyed him with the air of a predator, holding stock still without breath.
Tries hard not to smile, yet still a smirk graces her face, and she turns away from him. Focusing intently now on her drink. She's not shy, she just doesn't like showing emotions so freely. It bespeaks weakness, a teaching that is hammered in deeply by tradition and rites of passage in her family.
Saya sighed and drinked her water. She did her best not to notice the man and his strange drink, though the area his hair covered on his face drew her attention, despite her attempts to resist looking.
Saya scowled at his words, then turned her face so that her hair fell and hid the expression from him. She pretended not to be hearing him, although her eyes could still be seen through the dark of her hair.
"NO I'M NOT!" She blurted out, glaring at him. She had been called many things before, not all of them good. She didn't really know what misanthropic meant, but she was sure it was an assumption of emotionlessness. "I'm just like everyone else! No, I'm even better than everyone else! I don't act a fool when some one tries to goad me with colorful words or hateful terms"
Saya pauses, confused by his words. She then realizes her fault and blushes a deep crimson, making her appear to be a light strawberry color. She tries to hide her face with her dark brown hair again, but isn't as successful this time.
Saya makes a sound akin to a keening wolf, and tries again to hide her face, this time jerking her hand behind her and grasping at the Rabbit skin hood sewn into her leather armor. She grasps it and pulls several times in failure, then finally jerks it over her head. and pulls it as low as the toughened fur can go.
Saya growls and flicks her hand at the man. A small, silvery object darts from a sheath on her wrist.
Shakes her head, a look of remorse on her face. "I didn't mean to throw it. It's set loosely in a sheath see" She shows him a small, open leather pouch on her wrist. It's width nearly twice that of the blade, which was really only an elongated arrow head the length of a stiletto blade.
She took the blade and carefully put it back in it's sheath, then tied a leather corde around so as to prevent it from sliding out again.
"I'm sorry about that. And of a sort yes. I'm a bounty hunter, or mercenary, whichever pays better. Odd jobs that not many others will take, I will."
"I'm sorry about that. And of a sort yes. I'm a bounty hunter, or mercenary, whichever pays better. Odd jobs that not many others will take, I will."
"did it occur to you taht maybe he is more than he appears? Just because some one looks like on thing, never means they are what they seem" She stated matter of factly.
She sighs then and sits back in her chair. "Not as of yet no, I'm sort of just starting out. I've got experience and I have completed jobs before, but not nearly as many as I would wish." Remembers a phrase her father once used. "When you first start out as a performer, you wish that your name was well known before you had started."
She sighs then and sits back in her chair. "Not as of yet no, I'm sort of just starting out. I've got experience and I have completed jobs before, but not nearly as many as I would wish." Remembers a phrase her father once used. "When you first start out as a performer, you wish that your name was well known before you had started."
Looks to the boy in mild surprise, then sighs and goes back to her drink. "Or maybe he is just a kid...." The embarrassment just keeps cropping up today.
Winces as he mentions Werewolves, but otherwise keeps a straight face. At his question she shakes her head. "No no, it was just a saying my dad used all the time." She sighed.
Saya Mauthos looks over to the demon, and leaps backward in the seat, falling out of the chair and onto her back, tumbling to her feet.
"What the hell is that thing!
"What the hell is that thing!
Saya blanched, then started almost comically scurrying away from the creature, backing to the wall, and pressing herself to it.
"Oh my god keep it away from me! It's covered in slime!" Isn't really afraid of the creature itself, but stares in horror at the residue it leaves in it's wake.
"Oh my god keep it away from me! It's covered in slime!" Isn't really afraid of the creature itself, but stares in horror at the residue it leaves in it's wake.
Saya still looks at horror at the creature, but also, so subtle as to avoid notice, she taps the group right in front of her.
"Get this ugly, disgusting thing away from me!
"Get this ugly, disgusting thing away from me!