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[Siciline Nepenthes]

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The slight young woman wandered her beloved city aimlessly, her light weight body barely bending the strips of cloth that bridged the building tops together. Brilliant golden red eyes flashed, in direct contrast to the pale and waxen tones of her skin, and again in sharp contrast to the ebony curls that fell down her back. A thin sheath of black armor covered her body, the least amount possibly needed to protect her delicate build, and beneath those, billowing sheets of red silk enveloped her curvy form. Despite the slightness of her build, Siciline Nepenthes was not one to be taken as weak or able to be messed with easily. Her gaze was hard and intelligent, promising wit and a bad time if you tried to screw her over. At exactly 5' tall and 80lbs, that was a difficult task to accomplish, but she more than covered it. Siciline moved with an incredible grace that belied her expertise in acrobatics and dance, showing promise for the career she was hoping to get into, very soon. Any day now, she would approach one of the people who could get her where she wanted to be. Until then, she was perfectly content with wandering the city and avoiding her rather annoying elder brothers. Roraric was constantly speaking of his upcoming harvest, while Jekenin was always on some gospel speal about how she didn't worship the gods and goddesses nearly enough for their familial health. And her father was in a mood lately, where he seemed to go between wanting her to get the job she wanted and create a life for herself, and threatening to find a man for her.