greetings, it is i, fox, bitch queen of the gomorrah.
you suck.
here's my story:
during the islamic golden age i was but a child, traveling with gypsies
through the middle east. my sister naamah and i were sisters, twins,
and
earned our keep tending goats and entertaining the marks who came to
see
our "gypsy antics".
we tired of this, and traveled, unescorted, to the palatial home of
the
old man of the mountain. there we were employed by this recluse to
be
servants in his pleasure garden, where young men were led to believe
it
was Paradise and be easy prey to become assassin trainees.
naamah, restless, left to carouse with oriental artists - the Toreadors.
i stayed, becoming a favorite of the old man. in my twentieth year
he
bestowed the dark gift upon me. i was his first and only chylde, created
after centuries of solitude.
as one like himself, i was trained to become a hashashin - an assassin.
the art was already in the blood he had given me. the greatest
assassins, him no less among them, were my tutors in death. concubines
and consorts taught me grace and femininity. nosferatu taught me
stealth, and ventrue the Laws that i could not break and the Laws i
could...
an assignment led me to kill my sire, bestowing me with the powers of
primogen. i created a chylde soon after, and taught him the ways of
a
killer.
when he broke the masquerade i was sent to kill him, unknowing it was
my
chylde who sinned. upon my arrival he showed me the dead bodies of
his
wife and what i took to be his new-born son, and in my weakness i
allowed Torrin to live, but i made him swear an oath to never enter
the
life of the world again. he complied, but i have discovered he has
again
broken his word.
now i am the greatest of natural assassins, virtually unable to be
killed, a drug addict, an Undead entity, a bitch.
i am fox, gomorrah primogen, and bitch queen of the hashashin.
i'll only kill you if the price is right.
As authored by Fox.