The Residential Quarter

"No... no... nooo..." Groaned a very lovely woman in a skin tight orange leather bodysuit with a blue tunic/tabbard draped over her puffy chest and well rounded bottom. Her red eyes cast a glare to another prospective group of young people, but again she shook her head side to side and sighed. "They won't do either... ughh..." She moaned. This lovely creature running about in the attire of a Combat Nun of the Hazorian church was a vampire... sorta. Her long blue hair, crimson eyes and pale toned skin would have been recognizable centuries ago especially when paired with her former uniform:



'Seras Tamer' was in actuality, one of a very few 'Shadow Tamers' still in existence. Powerful enslaved mercenaries who were cloned from a very skilled and beautiful vampire and Thrall of Domescadia for centuries, before she was executed for crimes against the Sultan and devoured alive by some monster in the Gazatine Arena. However, her appearance lived on through the use of these clones, and her special abilities which allow her to control demons, monsters, beasts and other creatures as well as pin Teronian's on the spot and disable them from teleporting, gave rise to their historical name of 'Shadow Tamers'.

'Seras' was a survivor of the 2282 Great War, and was known as #656, and had lived a relatively peaceful life as a fake Hazorian Nun, while working with Galbadania. Since she was a vampire, however, she needed to feed off blood. Her scarlet eyes looked about as she held the mace in her hands, her trusty whip at her hip. Brown leather boots crunching, her body suit squeaking thanks to her shapely curves rubbing against each other. She was flustered, and tired. I just need a little dribble of blood and I'll be right as rain! C'mon... there's gotta be someone here who isn't carrying filthy blood... Seras thought, frowning though when her eyes failed to pick up anyone worth biting...

It was then, her enhanced senses gave her pause. I smell... gasoline? And... ignition fluid...

She looked around, and could also hear a mix of groans and low chuckles from what could be lizard men. Given she was hired out to help protect this city, she wasn't going to stand by and let potential arsonists get 'fired up'! Her face became more determined as she nodded to herself, taking the corner and heading to the scene of the potential crime.

"Hold it right there!" She spat as her boots kicked up gravel and rock, dust flowing, her tabbard shifting and showed off her toned and hourglass figure! She pointed her mace threateningly at the group of lizard men, unaware of the Sobekian who was quietly compressing his chest injury from the bar to her left...!