Priscilla Blair


Gender: Female

Kit: Normal

Location: Khazan


Alignment: Villain

Team: KALI


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Infamy Points: 479

Personal Wins: 42

Personal Losses: 24

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


The sunlight creeps across the honeymoon suite, caressing the twin curves of fleshy forms beneath the tossed sheets. A cool wind from the bay blows in, kissing the tip of your nose to wake you from the euphoric tranquility that you always feel afterwards. You slept like an infant beside him. The bedroom is the calm after the storm, destroyed in serenity; you leave your lover resting there, and head to the bathroom. You shower, rinsing away the evidence of last night’s passion. There is a certain sadness as it goes. It will come again, but it’s never the same way twice. That thought makes you smile. This one was special. You return to the bedroom and flip him over oh so gently.

His head dangles loosely, his eyes have fallen to blank orbs lacking the same fervor as before, and the sheets are stained with the crimson passion of your affair. You touch the cold gaping hole at his chest, and sigh, as if you could relive the whole thing over again.

He was a charmer for sure. He carried you over puddles, he brought you flowers, he loved your cat (NoPunIntended). He said you were special to him; you were, and he was special to you (TheyAllWere). But there was more. There was some intangible connection there, you were two of a kind. It was love, real love. You had only been dating for a few months when he asked. You say yes, that you’d love to, (Mrs.PriscillaBlair). You both laugh. He says you would be his one and only, his last (YouWere).

The Honeymoon suite. He was everything you expected, and more, (MUCHmore). He left during. He came back holding a blade; he went for your heart, a true gentlemen. You pulled the stiletto from under the pillow and jab, you miss the first time; so does he. More awkward groping in the night. At some level you both knew how this would end, that intangible connection, the thrill of meeting your equal. You wrecked that bedroom, screamed in wild abandon, tore up the sheets, (Sweat.Coming.From.Every.Pore). You must admit, he was good, better than you, but you want it, (NEED) it more.

He was tired, tired of playing the game, tired of living that life, needed one last love. You gave him that. That’s why he found you (CreatedYou). He dropped his guard, took it straight to the heart (AndYou’reToBlame). Tears of joy and relief roll down his cheek, you kiss them away, liquid happiness streaming down your own as he brushes them aside. You push harder and move closer together (ILoveYou). He drops his knife, cradles into your warm embrace (YouCanRestNow). You hold him close beneath the sheets, the fire of his passion slowly burning away in your hands, into you, his lover, his apprentice, his undertaker. You sit there in the tranquility that always follows, stroking his jet black hair, feeling the slowing pulse of his lungs, the weight of a planet lifting off his lids, he breathes one last cry (ThankYou). You fall (Plummet) into a sleep from which there is no equal. You dream of butterflies (Trapped. inside. wanting. Yearning. to. break. Free. Cracking. the. shell. Wings. spread. in. the. Sun. the. warm. Glow. Euphoria. It. will. NEVER. End.)


It’s not about the violence. Not about the sex either. It’s the intimacy, the closeness, the bearing of one’s soul. We can have many lovers, only one killer. In their last moments they show you everything, every little feeling, every little sensation, a drop of bliss on your tongue; the real person emerges. You love it, you love every moment, the foreplay (SexViolence), the connection (RippingThroughTheShell), the release (ItWillBeAllright). You hold them till its over, every time, they know you’re there, that you won’t leave, you’re setting them free. You love them.


Crack them open

     Weapon Master: standard (rank 1)


He taught you always (ALWAYS) to go for the heart. Maybe it was symbolism, maybe it was easier. You’ve gotten good, but sometimes they fight you. You need (NEED) to break them open, you need (NEED) to let them out. They need it too, they just don’t know it yet(ConvinceThemHARDER). When its done you need to hold them. You need to feel their breath slowing. You need to feel their heart stop. You need (NEED) to feel them die in your arms.


Let me be your fantasy

     Emotion Control: standard (rank 1)


Men are easy. They want you play a part; damsel, slut, mother, mistress, victim, lover. Some of them just want to use you, some of them want to abuse you, some of them want to be abused, (HancuffsMakeItEasy). Many want to be your knight in shining armor, save you, protect you; you let them think they are, but really you’re saving them. Some flash up wildly (WhamBamThankYouMaam), and others smolder until it glows, (IDo,DoYou?). You stay until they open up and show it all. Men are easy. Women are hard.


How was your day?

     Empathy: standard (rank 1)


Women want to feel you, for you to feel them. They need intimacy. You give it to them. It isn’t always sex. It’s intimacy. It’s love. You feel what they feel. You support their weakness, heal their wounds, feed their secret desires, assuage their hidden fears, blow away every insecurity(YouLookBeautiful). You love them all equally. It isn’t murder, its intimacy.


The Chosen Victims

     Detective: standard (rank 1)


You get an email from the League. You don’t like the League. They tell you who to kill, where, when (WalkThisWay-). You tell them no. It will be done your way(HisWay), or no way at all. They send you ones they think you might like. The wounded, the broken, men, women, and children. But sometimes you can’t say no (PaysTheBills). They send you a specialty (Name-DanaTan-Profession-Assassin). She looks horrid, but even in her, you see some spark yearning (NEEDING) to escape. You take the job.


I could never hurt you darling,

     Invisibility: standard (rank 1)


She doesn’t see you. When you buy her a drink she doesn’t see you. Even as you speak to her she doesn’t see YOU. You’re just a girl, a barista, a pedestrian, a shadow behind her. She doesn’t want to see YOU. But you see HER. You find her needs, her desires, her every latent wish and fear. She’s sick; she only lives for the foreplay. She doesn’t do it right. You NEED to show her the right way. Show her the way HE taught you.


Little Preston

     Piercing Weapon: superior (rank 2)


It’s the one thing he left you, the one thing you keep. They all leave you things; rings, clothes, memories, (Organs). You have to leave them all behind, (LoveItSetItFree). But you carry him along with you always. Little Preston. No guns allowed. Their transformation is too fast. They have to feel it, they have to feel you. He surges through them every time, an extension of your love inside them. He will never leave you, (IMissYouPreston).