Amerindian Stab-O-Matic


Seven stands tall at 185cm and a cool 100 kilos. Bratty black hair hides Amerindian features as it drapes down, unkempt. A thick leather jacket accentuates a pair of fatigue pants, heavily worn with age. She is cold and unflinching and doesn’t look like she particularly cares for your shit right now.


Seven drifted into Seattle four years ago with little but a duffle bag and discharge papers. Since then she’s earned a name for herself as a pit fighter, winning a number of illegal prize fights and upgrading herself with her winnings. Word is she’s trained Sioux special forces combat, but no one’s telling why. Whatever the case, her rep landed her into the Shadows doing what knife-wielding razorgirls always tend to do: get wet.


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