Your name is KNIFE GIRL.
You kill to survive. You kill for PLEASURE.
Though once upon a time you and a handful of cohorts were limited to the sharpening, making, and trading of knives, you have since decided to go off on your own to make use of the knives you are intimately familiar with. One day you simply realized that the cost of knives must be PAID IN KNIVES and could not stomach one more second of commerce.
Among your possessions, you are most proud of your KNIVES. You have, among your other belongings, 14 knives; though that number has a tendency to change, new knives are acquired and even beloved knives sometimes need to be let go. In your pockets, you had a variety of non-knife objects: a pocket whetstone for on-the-go sharpening; a velvet bag full of miscellaneous currencies for the times when trading was unavoidable; a map of the Valley, though printed on microfiche and almost unreadable using the unaided eye; a grappling hook and length of cord for trespassing and burglary; and a stub from a flier entitling you to one free submarine sandwich.
And, of course, your LIST.
Your list was contained within a blood-stained and dirtied notebook, (though the list was the only thing within said notebook) and was a collection of the names and titles of people you intended to KILL. People found themselves on your list for both deeply personal and entirely superficial reasons; there were oath-sworn enemies alongside individuals you had never met in person. But, they had all wronged you in some way or another and would face judgment because of it.
There was, however, very little money in vengeance, and you were often forced to add names to your list solely for the payout you would receive upon killing them. Your latest job was no flier stub, though; a member of the city council of SNEEDHOG has hired you specifically to execute in any way you see fit the bazaar master of the rival city of HEEDSNOG. Neither town held any specific place in your heart, but their century-long blood feud has forced many to take sides; in this case, Sneedhog’s offer of VIALS OF SLUDGE, TRADE GOODS, and GILDED GREGS totalling nearly SEVEN HUNDRED TICKETS WORTH was nearly impossible to decline. Though knives must be paid for in knives, there were other things you desired (and needed) that had to be paid for in tickets.
After stowing away in a smuggler’s cart, you have successfully snuck into Heedsnog’s bazaar. The cost was minimal, and would be paid for primarily in your clothes and personal effects smelling strongly of HASHISH for the time being.
First thing’s first.
>TAKE STOCK OF YOUR KNIVES.
>DOUBLE CHECK YOUR LIST.
>STARE AT YOUR REFLECTION.
