Who am I...?

 VITALITY: +2   |   ENDURANCE: +2   |  STRENGTH: +0 

 AGILITY:  -2   |   SKILL:     +0    |  CUNNING: +0 

The Shape

• The first two times you would die to a fatal roll, you instead survive. You will be told if this triggers.

Movie Magic

• You recover from injuries better and faster than a human should.

Safety Prop

• You start with a Kevlar vest hidden underneath your clothes.

Goal: Escape.

"You did bad things."

...ha! Hahahahahahahaha! What a sugarcoated an' boring way to put it. Jesus fucking Christ, just say I've killed people before and get it over with. I'm not ashamed. I had good enough reasons. Usually money.

Belladonna, at your service. Also, pig mask, fuck off, I've got my own mask, and it's cooler than you.

This woman is 5'6", or about 1.67 meters tall. She has dark skin, wild violet hair, and indigo eyes. Her attire is... odd. She has a grey scarf atop a small, stone-colored mantle-thing. That's on top of a navy blue tank top and dark grey shorts that cut off just above the knees. Her boots have odd claws on them, as though they were talons. Whether they're actually sharp is unknown. They're not long enough to genuinely stab someone, though, only about 1 or 2 inches at most.

Perhaps the most odd thing about her attire is her mask. It's reminiscent of a plague doctor mask, but there's only the top part, like a masquerade mask. It's secured to her face by a silver metal buckle. There's a bloodstain on it on the left-hand side that looks to have been there a while, as evidenced by its darkened color.

Also, I'm letting Belladonna narrate, but she'll be inaccurate, certainly, so I'll clarify any wrong perceptions.

Some details about myself... wha' can I say? I love the thrill a' battle; I'm a merc for hire. I like to kick ass and kick some more ass! I'm really good at doin' that, since I specialize in not dying... with the help of my buddy, Hirluin. (And this Kevlar vest.)
Hirluin's the guy with antlers who follows me around and heals me up when I need t' get healed up. He doesn't talk hardly at all. He also doesn't really like people, so I have no clue why he sticks around instead a' hidin' in the woods somewhere, but I'll take it.

Hirluin does not exist. She's the only one who perceives him. Her body just heals itself pretty well.

Other than that, I'm also able t' turn invisible. I can't control the power, though. It just happens sometimes. It's a power that runs in the blood- thanks, Mom! Even if I can't do jack shit with it usually...

Translation: she believes that the times she's stealthy are a result of some uncontrollable magical power that she inherited.

Uh... what else? I guess I could... talk about how I interact with normal people. Which is to say, not very well. We just don't get each other! They say I'm crazy! Oh, just because Hirluin runs off every time I try to prove he exists, I'm the batshit one. Fuck you. Fuck you! Not my fault that he's... whatever. Anyways. I don't really have a lot of friends besides th' guy. Other people tend to piss me off or get scared by me. Only a matter of time. Doesn't matter, I don't need 'em. I'm fine as I am.

She's lying. She wishes she had someone else to genuinely talk to, since Hirluin's rather antisocial compared to her.

Last thing, 'cause I'm tired a' yammerin' on. You mighta noticed the accent. Yeah, I'm not from around here. I'm from the North. Moved here 'round a year and a half ago. Still a little outta touch with everything, might not fit in all th' way. That's fine. I don't need to fit in, I'm just makin' a living.

Can we get to the fun part, now? The part where I'm not staring at myself in a mirror, talking to some guy I don't even really know? I mean, I don't mind the mirror. I'm rockin' it. I just wanna do... something else. I can be a narcissist later. Hey, Hirluin, come on, let's go fuck shit up.