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Red Headed Slut

1 oz peach schnapps
1 oz Jagermeister® herbal liqueur
cranberry juice

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Queen of Slamming Things Into The Ground (Specifically famous in Scandinavia) <33
Your avatar lives a free life, she have about $10 in her pocket, she fights for food and does not need insurance because she is that good. You do own 1million in jewels, but you'd never sell them

Those who dabble in the dark arts are likely to wind up victim of the dark arts. And you, my dear, look like a dabbler. I suspect I will find you trapped within the enchanted mystical hilt of that sword you stand at so proudly. It won't have been a complete accident, however. I don't think any death is a *complete* accident... It's difficult to make friends with the other sorcerers, see, when you have something they want. Something they'd kill to have for themselves. And one such sorceror, charming and attractive, deceitful as they come, will woo you into a sense of fateful honesty. Out come all the secrets, the magic words, the incantations, the tokens of ritual, the hiding places... and suddenly, you're a pathetic animated image imprisoned indefinitely in the boy's new favorite toy.



You might have suspected the sword would be your icon... but I don't think that it is. Sharp as your wit, the collar of your cloak defines your abilities and your person. You need no introduction, for as soon as the people see you sporting "Alruna's Coat", they realize they had never before known true fear. It is a terrifying thing to know you are about to be outsmarted and there's not a bloody thing you can do about it. Terrifying and delightful.

Your avatar is driven mad by the pitchfork wielding townspeople who always seem to be making a ruckus over something.