Alexis Braend
Rough Rider
Her foot was itchy. Alexis glared balefully at the offending limb and stomped forcefully, hoping that the impact would soothe it. It didn't. She huffed out a breath and slipped into a nearby alcove to try and take off her newly acquired armor without being seen.
She had received it upon joining the Taozin Network of the Techno Union and thus far, it had been nothing more than a pain. That wasn't to say she didn't like the idea of possessing a new set of armor. She simply disliked breaking it in. She felt confined and unable to move when she compared the set to her usual softly textured clothing and vibroweave armor. This suit made her feel blocky.
Nevertheless, she continued to wear it, hoping to find a master to teach her further than her father and the man who'd drawn her fully into the life of an assassin. Thinking back to the beginning of her career, she briefly touched the lightwhip coiled on her hip. She'd come a long way from the scared girl who'd been abused by all who'd been meant to care for her, and a long way from the needy child seeking affection at every turn. Now, she was a warrior.
She had received it upon joining the Taozin Network of the Techno Union and thus far, it had been nothing more than a pain. That wasn't to say she didn't like the idea of possessing a new set of armor. She simply disliked breaking it in. She felt confined and unable to move when she compared the set to her usual softly textured clothing and vibroweave armor. This suit made her feel blocky.
Nevertheless, she continued to wear it, hoping to find a master to teach her further than her father and the man who'd drawn her fully into the life of an assassin. Thinking back to the beginning of her career, she briefly touched the lightwhip coiled on her hip. She'd come a long way from the scared girl who'd been abused by all who'd been meant to care for her, and a long way from the needy child seeking affection at every turn. Now, she was a warrior.