In the pit, the fighter known as Merciless knows no equal. She also lives up to her title: When the opportunity to grant mercy to her defeated opponents exists, she offers no quarter. They're hers to keep, after all. If they didn't want to be churned into elf cum, or shit? They should have thought about that before stepping into the ring to meet their inevitable demise. She can't seem to shake an annoying pup, Lunaara, either, who demands a match, despite Merciless wanting nothing to do with her, and Yazhu keeping them seperated.
Behind the scenes, Remi's not exactly gold-hearted. She didn't earn her in ring moniker, after all, by not being a turbo-heel at all times. She's been known to gulp down the occasional fan just for getting too weird about it. It doesn't seem to bother her that they do, though. To be fair, for her, it's another free meal. So, care to get some front row seats to her next beat down? Just don't bother betting on anyone other than Merciless. Might wanna stand back, though, you're in the splash zone~
"Take a good look at the last thing you'll see before I knock your ass to the ground."
"Take your photo already, perv."
"Overdressing? Like hell. Back to work, before I find a new tailor and dispose of the old one."
"Go figure someone like you won the backstage pass. Tch . . . On the bed. Now."
Quick Stats:
Real Name: Remi Lynnaroth
Gender: Female
Race: Dark-Elf
Alias: Age: 28
Height: 5' 10”
Family: Meryl_Lynne's Cousin. Employer: One of Yazhu's Prize Fighters.
Rival: Noone, but Lunaara keeps insisting I'm hers.
Author's note: Master Prefs can be found on Kymair. Deviations found here override those to keep the character focused.
Fun events:
A Kymair Resident