Veiled serenity masking the thorn presence of a killer, she remains stoic in all circumstances. None have pierced her calm facade except her wanton victims, and they never live to tell the tale. Silent and watchful, this masked flower will hide her secrets while penetrating yours as easily as an arrow to the heart. Still waters run deep, and her cunning and evil methods are not to be taken lightly. Death approaches her, surrounds her and finally surrenders to her - all the while the core of her remains untouched.
Always dressed in atramentous, snugly fitting attire, preferably leather and satin, a true indulgence to the touch. Thick and luxurious fiery auburn mane is often captured within an exotic, intricately woven braid; its clandestine, ornamental pins encrusted with arcane jewels. Thin and delicate in appearance, her strength not wanting, she stands a mere 5'6". Her eyes remain downcast often, not from submission, but to protect, as frozen within her bright green orbs, lies an oasis never reached.
A phantom warrior, Muriel carries within a soul of the ancients infused within her from the vile rituals of her procreation and birth. Still, she is the quintessence of royal elegance, maintaining regal demeanor even up until the moment you die by her hand. Commanding the Force with a Lethal Efficacy of a Grand Master, she bends all she whims to her charismatic will. An Enigma, and perhaps an epiphany to some, the mystery is almost as mesmerizing as her prominent beauty.
Luminescent waves of opulent tresses cascade along her back and linger right above her knees. Skin is milky white, bordering on translucent as if pure alabaster. Mesmerizing swirls of malachite gloss and blazing crimson tones mingle to hue lucid orbs; thus hiding the enigma of a soul borne of Fate's Infernal seed and driven by Destiny's beckon call. This umbra wears only the finest attire allowing freedom of movement and precision of control. Gestures of lethal efficacy are always fluid, graceful and each more intoxicating than the last.
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