ETA ::Profile (firama)

R.I.P. 11-4-2017 at F-List at the hands of Saliby Bellspring

She tried her hand at many others for quite a while, and had her share of victories. But finally, a little yordle with one hell of a cock got the better of her and claimed the elven rogue on the Cocksnack floor. A couple others churned temporarily as part of the flavor and catalysts to draw everything out, but it was Firama who made the bulk of the brew. And now she's gone for good...

Her Last Story:

Deceased Alt of latroma
If I am on Firama, I do not wish to be poked unless I poke you first. I am prone to being surly about this, and frankly the fact that I've had to publicize that this is me has made me more surly. Just... don't test this. Please. If I am not poking you, don't poke me.
(Art Commissioned from Sharue)
Name - Firama
Race - Night Elf
Height - 6'
Weight - 130 lb
Job - Rogue

Description -
Pale skinned and green haired, Firama is an attractive young elf. Her lithe, modest frame bears soft skin, but it is there that the softness ends. Beneath that supple shell, her muscles are toned, hardened and well honed. She moves with exceptional grace and balance, fading into the background through a combination of trained ability and the shadowy form of the Night Elf race.

A rogue, sneakthief and to put not too fine a point on it, cuththroat murderer, she has spent the majority of her life aiding the Silverwing Sentinels in the defense of their holdings. In the midst of an arcane accident, however, she has found herself transported into a new set of woods. The only thing that feels familiar about this place is the eternal immortality of her soul. No matter what she suffers, her spirit can return as a wisp to the point of her death and reinvigorate her life once more.

And so she searches for a means to escape this place and return home, in the meantime having her own share of adventures...

Ongoing Plot
Having often 'partaken' of the fruits of the Ice_Cream_Stand, Firama has managed to acquire intel on their corporate offices. On 5-27-13, she's begun infiltrating the first floor of the complex, a far more risk endeavor. For now, she is undetected, having murdered seven of the staff members...

As of 5-28-13, her injuries are minimal at worst, and she has begun to face off against the local security. Still trapped on the first floor, clearing it before braving the higher floors, her death toll has risen to 20.

As of 6-6-13, she's taken minor bruises and cleared the full first floor, killing 22 guards and staffers along with one of the executives of the corporation before entering what appears to be a secret chamber fifty feet underground. Finding what seemed the 'real' base of operations, she entered the selection chamber and handed another executive over to her pet Yeti, along with four other girls and sealed the fates of three more as 'new recruits' for the organization, choosing to take the information of another girl, Chloe, for her own use, provided she got out alive.

But the risk is grave indeed. The facility is far enough removed that should she die, her wisp could not return to resurrect her in time before it fades from existence. Firama had best not fail.

Current Gear:
Kevlar Vest/Bracers
Invisibility Potions - 1
Shrinking Potions - 2
Half-moon face mask
Night-vision goggles
Blowgun
Lethal Darts - 10 doses
Sleep Darts - 7 doses
Knock-Out Gas Cartridges - 2
Flash Bang Grenades - 7
Garrote
Knives - 4
Bludgeon
Grappling Claws, 50' rope and grappling hook
Bow (20 arrows)
22 caliber Pistol w/ Silencer - 24 shots

Dufflebag:
AK - 47 (5 extra clips)
Shotgun - 8 shots
45 caliber Pistol - 12 shots

~~(HTML help from Lyra_Lushi)~~

Here's what she used to look like...