"Another head, another day. Sorry, little friend, but you're my meal ticket, and so you'll be coming with me."
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No matter whatever might come to pass in the world of men and myth, there shall never be a contentment amongst the living. Always, there are those who would forsake their fellows' liberties in order to advance their own, and always, there shall be those that act in order to capture and restrain the former, believing in some greater good of their actions. To that end, there will also always be those willing to offer their services, unique or common, in aid of those endeavors... for a small fee, of course.
Seleanna just so happens to be one of those people. Of the former. Born a giantess of the mountains, her talents as far as the industry is concerned is apparent; She contains a masterful wield of weaponry and armors, despite her limited use of them, and she has all the strength and stature to back it up when confronting her bountyheads. About the only problem with her is that, more often than not, her targets see her coming. It doesn't help them, though. Running from her only manages to catch her eye quicker.
"There you are. I have a warrant for you... Oh, please don't run. I really would rather not have to chase you."
The giantess is what is known as a Bounty Hunter; She makes her living out of taking contracts to catch escaped prisoners, servants, and other similar targets, though she sometimes deviates from this, also offering her services as a bodyguard on occasion, to keep things interesting. It's simply her business to track you down, capture you, and drag you back to her employer in one way or another. She has numerous ways of doing this, but she prefers the easy way; Just give up, and come with her.
"Good, then. Mm, It's a little awkward, perhaps, but would you like me to carry you?"
Such a profession is usually a hard lot for a woman of her time. Her thoughts entertain the same fantasies of love and bliss that many women do; She's quite aware of a man's presence, and even she can find them handsome, after all. It's unfortunate, in this way, that she often seems to be considered without the delicacies of womanhood by her peers, when she is, truly, a gentle and sensual figure behind her armor and cloth. Not everyone is unaware of this. Much to her bashfulness, she often is hounded by many admirers when she settles in at a city or town. The lithe from of her body accented by the lovely cascades of pink down her back earns the eye of many, after all.
"No, I am sorry. I would rather not talk about that..."
Her personality is one of mystery; She doesn't try to associate business with any kind of personal attachment, after all, nor does she ever really attempt to establish any lasting relationships with any few people. It's hard when you're able to harm people with a simple pat on the back. Though, perhaps her prisoners still know her more than many others. Those that walk with her and come without trouble probably moreso. There have been many that were captured by Seleanna, and simply seem to adore her in every manner of thought, claiming her voice to be sweeter than nectar, and her smile and loving responses to be even more desirable. Who can really blame them? While she has the capacity to be strong and firm, she also has large reserves of gentle and delicate touch, to which she moreover prefers.
"Ah, don't fear. I won't harm you"
Still, Seleanna makes her money by attending to the needs of society's law enforcement in a rather off-hand way. It's possible that she could easily just raid town after town, like some of her kind are notorious for, but then, perhaps her adopted father's ideals had some influence upon her in the end. It doesn't stop her from wanting to find something more meaningful in life, however, be that in a companion, or a simple fleeting moment of happiness. There's always more over the other side of the brush.
"Fondly~. I wait for that day with great hopes and anticipations."
A word of warning, however. Seleanna, for all of her depictions as gentle and delicate, can still be coerced into becoming brutally efficient. The same can be said of impassioned, however. She is still a woman, after all, and no man or woman is truly immune to that. She is aware of herself, and her needs, mundane and otherwise, and while she tends to keep herself to a mostly professional routine and manner, she sometimes manages to slip up. Whether that means her target returns or not, is up in the air~.
"Um... No. He was that way when I found him, s-sir."
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