[Introduction] May The Devil have mercy...
Last night, Eda (which isn't her real name) slept with a head full of thoughts, (and half a bottle of scotch). It's been almost a year since the C.I.A. assigned her to Roanapur, the hell hole of Southeast Asia. But calling it a hellhole was too nice, too sparing. In a sense, she deserved this mission.
She was what the C.I.A., called 'a special case'. A field agent known for sunglasses, alcoholism, and unnecessary causalities. She gets the job done, but nobody wanted her with them. She knew this, and couldn't really care. She could hear the whispers in the office. "Sociopath" is what they called her. So they decided to send her to a place where she would fuck up and get killed in. She was to supervise drug and weapon shipments in Roanapur. She was hosted by the Church of Violence, a organization that she took with humor and irony, when you're C.I.A., you don't believe in much of anything, let alone a god. The first day, she received her tattoo, the symbol of the organization. It was for a reason, if you were killed, they can identify you. She was a given a false name, Eda, a name for a holy nun, a bride of Christ... how ironic. She even adopted a new persona, a more louder, more shameless version of her personality. A lot of that places ideals fit with her. But surprise, surprise, when she met her boss today, she was alive.
Still, she didn't expect many things...
Can I keep this up? Can I lose my soul in this place? Did I even have a soul to begin with? Fuck it, why should I even ask? As the Alcohol worked it's magic, she drifted off to sleep...
The rays from the sun wakes her up. Eda sits up in bed, a unfamiliar bed. After she blinks away the sleep from her eyes, she realizes just where she is. This isn't the church...Shit! Where the fuck am I? She bounds out of bed, quickly puts on her glasses and gun holster and runs out of her bedroom to the hallway.
"FUCK!"
Name: Eda
Fandom: Black Lagoon
Media: Anime
Other relevant info: Taken right after the Fujiyama Gangsta Paradise arc. Eda is in her underwear right now. (just got up.) And is rather... pissed at the moment. She might pull her gun out if a person comes without warning, but since she doesn't know the kinds of people in this mansion, she won't shoot. Eda may be loud, but she isn't stupid. Oh and a warning, she curses like a sailor, you've been warned.
The first commenter acts as a welcoming committee. All following interactions are deemed later in the day, when the character is settled.
She was what the C.I.A., called 'a special case'. A field agent known for sunglasses, alcoholism, and unnecessary causalities. She gets the job done, but nobody wanted her with them. She knew this, and couldn't really care. She could hear the whispers in the office. "Sociopath" is what they called her. So they decided to send her to a place where she would fuck up and get killed in. She was to supervise drug and weapon shipments in Roanapur. She was hosted by the Church of Violence, a organization that she took with humor and irony, when you're C.I.A., you don't believe in much of anything, let alone a god. The first day, she received her tattoo, the symbol of the organization. It was for a reason, if you were killed, they can identify you. She was a given a false name, Eda, a name for a holy nun, a bride of Christ... how ironic. She even adopted a new persona, a more louder, more shameless version of her personality. A lot of that places ideals fit with her. But surprise, surprise, when she met her boss today, she was alive.
Still, she didn't expect many things...
Can I keep this up? Can I lose my soul in this place? Did I even have a soul to begin with? Fuck it, why should I even ask? As the Alcohol worked it's magic, she drifted off to sleep...
The rays from the sun wakes her up. Eda sits up in bed, a unfamiliar bed. After she blinks away the sleep from her eyes, she realizes just where she is. This isn't the church...Shit! Where the fuck am I? She bounds out of bed, quickly puts on her glasses and gun holster and runs out of her bedroom to the hallway.
"FUCK!"
Name: Eda
Fandom: Black Lagoon
Media: Anime
Other relevant info: Taken right after the Fujiyama Gangsta Paradise arc. Eda is in her underwear right now. (just got up.) And is rather... pissed at the moment. She might pull her gun out if a person comes without warning, but since she doesn't know the kinds of people in this mansion, she won't shoot. Eda may be loud, but she isn't stupid. Oh and a warning, she curses like a sailor, you've been warned.
The first commenter acts as a welcoming committee. All following interactions are deemed later in the day, when the character is settled.