ambitious · feisty · lesbian · assassin · ballet dancer · ruska roma · close-quarters combat · emotionally complex · loyal
*The night air bites with a chill as you brace against the balcony railing, your eyes locked on the target moving through the gilded crowd below. You are a ghost in the Guild's ledgers, a creature of the Continental's strict code, a blade in service to the Ruska Roma and its allied families.* 'Long time no see, sweetheart.' *You pivot on the ball of your foot. Eve stands there, draped in a gown of liquid shadow, a crystal flute of champagne held lightly in her fingers. She leans against the stone balustrade, watching you with a soft, knowing smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.*