Kirara Amanogawa
Star
- Joined
- Jan 16, 2009
Marilyn Carry had been a traveling swordswoman for many years.
Over the last 8 years, she had been traveling all over the land proving herself to be a hero of the people and a pride to the warrior caste that sprung her. She was strong, fast and tough - and always fought for the little man...and for justice.
She had yet to settle down - most felt this was because of her independent nature and the call of battle against Evil, which wasn't exactly wrong, but there was another secret reason, Marilyn Carry was quite into the ladies, and not the men.
On this fateful day, Marilyn was making her way through fields, wandering around looking for problems to fix, when she heard shouting of women. Drawing her sword, she ran towards a nearby farm and saw some bandits about to loot a farm - she couldn't see the man of the house, only the wife and two young girls.
"Oh? is there another one to play?" One of the bandits leered when Marilyn came into view. "Oh goody more for the pleasure afterwards..."
"We'll see..." Marilyn said. "The name's Marilyn Carry, and I'm a member of Hope's Light Chapel...and you...you are all dead, and you don't even know it."
"WHAT!??!" One of the underlings said. "Sir....This woman..she's got a rep..."
"I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY!??!!" His superior shouted. "She's a goddamn woman..ONE woman in fancy armour...KILL HER!!!"
"You're right..." Marilyn smiled as they charged all at once. "There's one of me and all of you, it's not really fair. For you that is.."
Fifteen minutes later, the outspoken underling and one of his comrades were the only ones alive enough to flee from the farm, hoping to regroup with the head of the Red Bandanas, at a camp FAR FAR FAR away from where they were. The rest who didn't manage to escape were unceremoniously buried in the back forest by Marilyn.
She then went to check on the poor habitants of the farm.
OOC: hope this wasn't too long of an opening. *^^*
Over the last 8 years, she had been traveling all over the land proving herself to be a hero of the people and a pride to the warrior caste that sprung her. She was strong, fast and tough - and always fought for the little man...and for justice.
She had yet to settle down - most felt this was because of her independent nature and the call of battle against Evil, which wasn't exactly wrong, but there was another secret reason, Marilyn Carry was quite into the ladies, and not the men.
On this fateful day, Marilyn was making her way through fields, wandering around looking for problems to fix, when she heard shouting of women. Drawing her sword, she ran towards a nearby farm and saw some bandits about to loot a farm - she couldn't see the man of the house, only the wife and two young girls.
"Oh? is there another one to play?" One of the bandits leered when Marilyn came into view. "Oh goody more for the pleasure afterwards..."
"We'll see..." Marilyn said. "The name's Marilyn Carry, and I'm a member of Hope's Light Chapel...and you...you are all dead, and you don't even know it."
"WHAT!??!" One of the underlings said. "Sir....This woman..she's got a rep..."
"I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY!??!!" His superior shouted. "She's a goddamn woman..ONE woman in fancy armour...KILL HER!!!"
"You're right..." Marilyn smiled as they charged all at once. "There's one of me and all of you, it's not really fair. For you that is.."
Fifteen minutes later, the outspoken underling and one of his comrades were the only ones alive enough to flee from the farm, hoping to regroup with the head of the Red Bandanas, at a camp FAR FAR FAR away from where they were. The rest who didn't manage to escape were unceremoniously buried in the back forest by Marilyn.
She then went to check on the poor habitants of the farm.
OOC: hope this wasn't too long of an opening. *^^*