Terrorist Profile: Visas

[Tenacity]

//feel free to comment if you like. I've only had a day to play the character in-game but so far it's been pretty fun...
//It's odd, In real life I absolutely despise religious fanatics, but it's kinda cool to play one, going on a blind crusade... had a nice chat in alpha with an order character today about it, but we never caught him.


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<<<Message attachment: This video recording is from an eye implant given to one of our spies attempting to gain information on the Sisters of the Light. During his mission, the operative was captured by the cultist leader known as Visas. What follows is extremely disturbing footage - viewer discretion is advised>>>

*A damp, dark room fades into view as the spy regains conciousness. The camera implanted in his eye is initially looking at the floor, the body of the naked operative hanging below, feet suspended inches off the ground. The camera slowly rises upward, looking around the room - the floor, walls, and ceiling are composed of dirty, wet stones.*

*The spy looks upward. He's hanging from the ceiling by shackles around his wrists, the metal slicing deep into his flesh as he struggles in vain to free himself. The sound of footsteps approaching echoes on the walls, and the camera jolts forward to a steel door in front of the agent.*

*A loud clank later, the door grinds open; revealing a woman adorned in blood red robes, her symbolic hood draped over her eyes, revealing only the lower portion of her face. She steps forward with unwavering dominance - a small, knife-shaped purple crystal is clenched in her hand.*

"So this is the one, the spy..." She says, her voice carries a sinister tone with it. She moves forward a bit more, and her leather-gloved hand grabs the agent by the jaw, wrenching his head up to look directly at her, "You boys should know better. The spirits do not take kindly to their servants being spied upon."

Visas lets go of the man's jaw and his head falls back downward, looking towards the floor. She paces around the room briefly, collecting her thoughts. "Your actions have shown that you do not look upon the spirits as gods, but as enemies. These actions are intolerable, and prove your guilt as an infidel and enemy of the lightbringers..."

The man mumbles a single pathetic word, barely audible, "Pll.... P-pplease..." He raises his head once more to look at the woman as she moves to stand directly in front of him.

"You wish for release? For freedom? The freedom of death perhaps? No child, we have not even begun... you will remain alive for a very long time, and not a moment of it will be pleasant for you."

The woman raises her hand, displaying the carved crystal blade - bearing many resemblances to the common alien artifacts on display in so many homes across sirius. She reaches out, pressing the tip of the knife against the top of the man's ribcage, and slowly drags it downward to his gut. Bloodcurdling screams echo throught he small room as the knife draws his blood directly through his skin, rupturing his flesh.

The robed woman waits a few moments for the man to halt his screams and regain his breath. "By the end of this day, you will know just what this blade can do..." she whispered.

Without hesitation, she stabs the knife into the man's ribcage, electrical arcs jolting from the hilt through and around the man's body. Blood pours out of the wound like sap from a tree.

<<<Error, video feed corrupted. Subject unconcious.>>>

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