[hider=Shirley][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MLuTdlh.png[/img][/center]
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[b][color=white]• Name:[/color][/b] [i][color=crimson]"Bloody" Shirley[/color][/i]
[b][color=white]• Age:[/color][/b] [i][color=crimson]22[/color][/i]
[b][color=white]• Class:[/color][/b] [i][color=crimson]Mercenary[/color][/i]
[b][color=white]• Level:[/color][/b] [i][color=crimson]01[/color][/i]

[b][color=white]• Equipment:[/color][/b]
[indent][i][color=crimson]-[url=https://i.imgur.com/XsDzTQJ.png]Bloody Mary:[/url] Ability to double-attack +3[/color]
[color=crimson]-Vulnary (x2)[/color]
[color=crimson]-Iron Sword.[/color][/i][/indent]

[b][color=white]• Personal Skill:[/color][/b] 
[indent][b]-Fierce Rival:[/b] [i][color=crimson]When Shirley is the support unit, if the lead unit triggers a critical hit, she will also perform a critical hit if her attack connects.[/color][/i][/indent]
[b][color=white]• Skills:[/color][/b]
[indent][color=white][b]-Good Fortune:[/b][/color] [i][color=crimson]Chance of recovering 20% HP at the start of the user’s Turn.[/color][/i]
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[b][color=white]• Story:[/color][/b] [i][color=crimson]Hailing from nation of Dricia, Shirley’s life has always been on the run in some kind of manner. Due to the stringent conditions of Dricia’s marshlands, her family, like most inhabitants, were nomads. Wherever the food source moved to, Shirley wasn’t too far behind. It was this lifestyle and upbringing that no doubt influenced her eventual path towards a Mercenary. Traveling was in her blood, having been part of a family line that, for generations, was always moving from one place to another.

It was to no one’s surprise then that Shirley would eventually stake out on her own, leaving her family in Dricia to pursue other goals. Her early years as a Mercenary saw to it great success on her part, though sometimes her methods were…questionable at best. For a few jobs here and there, she’d have a perfect record. But there were always those rare instances when she had gotten a little too carried away with her work. What followed was of course a cut to her overall payment and a red mess that someone needed to clean up.

This pattern would continue over the course of her time before joining the Red Branch Company. The problem lay in the fact Shirley enjoyed her job as a sell sword too much, and when she did act out on violent tendencies, it meant reduced pay for everyone involved. And of course, the corpse left behind. This string of seemingly random and vicious behavior eventually earned her the nickname, “Bloody Shirley”.

In all honesty, that was probably why she was scouted out by the Empire of Nuniel, brought in to become a member of the Red Branch Company. Not that Shirley minded. After all, money was money, and to a Mercenary the coin talked louder than the politics. Especially if there were people to maim, bodies to hack, and life to be spilled for Bloody Shirley.[/color]  
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[center][hider=Stained Recollections][i]A heavy sigh was what escaped reddened lips. It was sometimes….frustrating-yes, very frustrating-to receive the slashed payments for her work. She had no one else to blame but herself in all honesty, but to know it and receive it were two different things. And taking the less-paid route was detrimental to a Mercenary. Did she regret it? Mayhaps. Did she regret it an hour ago?

…no. No she didn’t. Just bringing her mind back to those fleeting moments of euphoric bliss were enough to wash down the bitter bile of disappointment. Mercenaries weren’t bounty hunters by all means, but they were sell swords all the same. And if the client wanted someone dead, well, that was just an open door of opportunity for her.  Less expensive than any Assassin, she readily abused her role as the Mercenary if it meant being let loose on a rare opportunity like this.

Yes, she could still play out the scene quite vividly in her head. The scent of rotted wood was sharp and acidic but soon it had been blanketed by a thick musk. The musk was warm, pervading of the senses, but homely all the same. It had a slight metallic tinge to it, so present one could almost taste it on their lips if they licked the air. It might have stenched to others, but to her, to the red-rimmed Mercenary, a freshly hacked corpse brought with it a pause of familiarity.

Whatever had quickened her pulse, whatever had made her ears ring in roaring blood, gone were they when the bodies dropped to the ground. The large thuds were enough of a break from her mental enjoyments and the reality of what she had done would hit her like a train. Above all else, was the rising annoyance she would be paid less for mangling the target so much.

But at the end of the day, she’d have pleasant dreams to sleep to, happy, vivid memories of the dark to play with in her slumber. Whatever the Red Branch Company wanted from her, she would gladly give if it meant carrying out more tasks like this. Although it would be a while before Bloody Shirley emerged once again, there was no doubting that she would come back to haunt bodies and pockets of splurged coin.[/i][/hider][/center][/hider]

[center][b]RPs Featured In:[/b] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/175421-fire-emblem-conflict/ic]Fire Emblem: Conflict[/url][/center]