Jelcine Enandra was an attractive woman who would’ve been utterly stunning if her face wasn’t covered in such copious amounts of make up. She was well into her two hundreds but thanks to extensive and extremely expensive juvenant treatments (to the point that some would say to a narcissistic degree), looked like a healthy woman in her mid thirties. Her brown skin was almost luminescent and her thick, long, curly hair was bleached bright blond.
She wore a long coat of elaborate design, with ornate, polished sliver buttons that had slight “I’s” emblazoned on each of them (everyone is for people)
. Her coat was open, showing she wore a high quality vest of mesh armour underneath and on her head sat a tall tipped, wide brimmed hat. A hat that accentuated her already respectable height even more, a hat worn by the Witch Hunters, the Inquisitors of the Ordo Hereticus. Yet she wore it tilted and with distinct disdain, as though she held little respect for what it represented.
Slowly, she started to walk across the deck, her high heeled boots clanging
loudly on the metal floor with every step.
She moved with a confident swagger that made Karmen Kons look like a timid scholar girl in comparison and her long, lithe legs slipped in and out of her coat.
A slight, contemptuous smile curled her thick lips then from the sheath at her hip she drew a beautifully ornate power sword and with that; an equally ornate bolt pistol.
Jelcine shrugged, stopped, raised her bolt pistol and said in a voice as soft as silk; “Well, I guess (commaremoved)
it’s the end of the
road for you.”
Then pulled the trigger. Don't begin a sentence with a preposition! You tend to do this alot, watch out.