LatinLady
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(ooc: The place: Spain, on the outskirts of Madrid along the pristine forrests and dirt roads.
The Time: 1700AD
Me: Annamaria De Las Rosas, 5'5", Olive skin, slender body, c cup breasts, long black curly hair. Dressed for the times in spain, Skirt, off the shoulder shirt, shawl. I carry a jeweled daggar in my garter.)
The dusty road ahead of me seems never ending. The only companionship, my horse Vidal and the trees that line the road.
My name is Annamaria De Las Rosas, and my mission is vengence. Six years ago, while I was only 13, my family was murdered. My father, Antonio De Las Rosas was feuding with Marcelo Diaz Verionas, our neighbor and a ruthless animal. There were 20 Etarias (Etaria = 100 acres) that were in dispute and rather than take it to her majesty, he had my father killed. He sent men to our home, They killed my father and brother, raped, tortured and killed my mother and burned down our house. I was out riding at that time and came home after it was done. On that day, I swore vengance. I took what little I could salvage and left.
I ended up at the home of a friend of my father's Diego De La Vega who was now 70 years old and a lonely old man. (ooc: Diego De la vega = Zorro) He lived 2 days ride from my now burned down home. I told him what happened and he wanted to do something, but I was too young and he was too old. So, I stayed with him, grew up, I learned the ways of the sword and how to ride better than any man. On my 16th birthday Diego presented me with a stallion, a decendent of his own horse. He was a beautiful specimen, black as night and smart. I named him Vidal and he has been my best friend since.
Six months ago, I was preparing to depart to exact my vengance on Marcelo when word reached me that he had died, old age had claimed his life. I felt cheated, I wanted revenge! Word also reached me that Marcelo had a son, Miguel. I decided that son must be like father and would do for my vengance.
So here I am, riding towards the town of Victoria where I knew Miguel kept a room at an inn, for whoring around I am sure. I spat at the mere thought of my mortal enemy and spurred Vidal on, eager to get it done.
My plan was simple, seduce him, get him alone, and kill him, leaving a note from Antonio De Las Rosas for his family to find.
I arrive in town about noon time and head for the inn. I was told Miguel would be inside, living his life of sin with alcohol and women.
I step inside, my eyes adjusting to the dimness. I walk to a nearby table and sit, wanting to check out my surroundings before I decide to make a move. Now, to find Miguel.
(ooc: I need a Miguel, and any bodyguards he may have. or a woman who is sitting with him ....)
The Time: 1700AD
Me: Annamaria De Las Rosas, 5'5", Olive skin, slender body, c cup breasts, long black curly hair. Dressed for the times in spain, Skirt, off the shoulder shirt, shawl. I carry a jeweled daggar in my garter.)
The dusty road ahead of me seems never ending. The only companionship, my horse Vidal and the trees that line the road.
My name is Annamaria De Las Rosas, and my mission is vengence. Six years ago, while I was only 13, my family was murdered. My father, Antonio De Las Rosas was feuding with Marcelo Diaz Verionas, our neighbor and a ruthless animal. There were 20 Etarias (Etaria = 100 acres) that were in dispute and rather than take it to her majesty, he had my father killed. He sent men to our home, They killed my father and brother, raped, tortured and killed my mother and burned down our house. I was out riding at that time and came home after it was done. On that day, I swore vengance. I took what little I could salvage and left.
I ended up at the home of a friend of my father's Diego De La Vega who was now 70 years old and a lonely old man. (ooc: Diego De la vega = Zorro) He lived 2 days ride from my now burned down home. I told him what happened and he wanted to do something, but I was too young and he was too old. So, I stayed with him, grew up, I learned the ways of the sword and how to ride better than any man. On my 16th birthday Diego presented me with a stallion, a decendent of his own horse. He was a beautiful specimen, black as night and smart. I named him Vidal and he has been my best friend since.
Six months ago, I was preparing to depart to exact my vengance on Marcelo when word reached me that he had died, old age had claimed his life. I felt cheated, I wanted revenge! Word also reached me that Marcelo had a son, Miguel. I decided that son must be like father and would do for my vengance.
So here I am, riding towards the town of Victoria where I knew Miguel kept a room at an inn, for whoring around I am sure. I spat at the mere thought of my mortal enemy and spurred Vidal on, eager to get it done.
My plan was simple, seduce him, get him alone, and kill him, leaving a note from Antonio De Las Rosas for his family to find.
I arrive in town about noon time and head for the inn. I was told Miguel would be inside, living his life of sin with alcohol and women.
I step inside, my eyes adjusting to the dimness. I walk to a nearby table and sit, wanting to check out my surroundings before I decide to make a move. Now, to find Miguel.
(ooc: I need a Miguel, and any bodyguards he may have. or a woman who is sitting with him ....)
