Thread: Behind the Mask FoxWriter/HellRazor

It had all happened in an instant, the smaller sized personal Airship had been gliding through the air without so much as a tremor to it's name. It's smaller size did not mean smaller on the wallet after all. The Airship was one of the most secure, and expensive on the market. There was only one family that could afford it, at the moment and that was the Sanguinem Family. They owned all transportation, if you wanted to buy an airship you had to go through them. if you wanted to ship a ton of vegetables oversees, you had to go though them. Trains, motorized Carriages, Boats, planes, Airships and other long distance transportation was all owned by the Sanguinem Family. They held an impenetrable Monopoly on nearly the entire country and even the other Merchant Families had to deal with them to get their goods moving and their businesses flourishing. The Head of the Family was Orion Sanguinem, who had announced two weeks prior that he was announcing his Heir for the first time to polite society. Young Nova had been kept hidden for all of her life. Sheltered from the mayhem of 'polite society' which was a battleground of politics and backdoor deals and betrayal. That was what people assumed at any rate, that she had been sheltered because she was frail or innocent or too sweet and wasn't ready for such things. They couldn't have been further from the truth as young Nova had been trained at her fathers knee. No, her secret was something much more... unique. No one could resist the temptation of the Heir and the Head together in the same ship like sitting ducks. All that remained of the airship now was twisted metal and burning chunks of wood that had shattered on impact. The Ship had been gunned down without warning. Those that hadn't died in the fire that had spread across the airship before it went down died during the crash. Those that didn't crash during the previous two events where shot dead by the crew of people who spread across the remains and the dead bodies, stripping them of anything of value. Necklaces or clothes that had been mostly undamaged, the survivors had all been stripped of anything of value. The chances of anyone being alive in the mess of the Fire drenched, blood soaked wrecked was so slim as to be laughable. Yet, there was one who had managed to remain alive, if you could call it alive. It was a young girl, the entire left side of her face was smeared with blood and the right side caked with soot and mud. Her black dress was torn and ruined, caught on the debris she was currently crawling through, her Corset was laced up the front and several of the strings had been snapped, leaving her dangerously close to loosing it. It was the height of current fashion, a sleeveless Corset laced with colored ribbons or string with a huge billowing dress attached to the underneath. A dress big and puffy enough that it caught on everything, ribbons and bows laced around the billows. The entire thing was made of silk and worked leather. Both where expensive and tended to be owned only by the Merchant Families. The lower classes tended to wear cotton, fleece and animal skins unless they managed to 'find' something better. It wasn't just the clothes that screamed 'Merchant', it was also the Silver mask that fit over her face, made of such a thin material that it fit to her face like a comfortable glove. The mask was dented and twisted, and it was likely the only reason she was still alive. Barely. She had a large gash in her forehead that she had wrapped part of her dress around to stop the bleeding. Her hair was a mess, caked with mud tangled. It was hard to tell, but her hair was a soft white color, like starlight, or snow. The white was impossible to see, and what little could be seen had been soaked with blood and stained pink. Her skin was just as smooth and pale, most Merchants where soft skinned and pale from spending most of their lives inside in safety. This young woman was softer than most, and was very fair in face as well as in body. Her face, caked as it was and bruised as she was, was very pretty with soft lips and wide eyes, wide hips and a narrow waist but not as... well, fat, as many Merchants tended to be. It was her eyes that where special though, her eyes that glittered like jewels. The left eye was a bright sapphire that glittered and The right eye was a gleaming emerald that sparkled just as brightly as the left though both where glazed over from pain and shock. Her hands where covered in burns and her arms where covered in scratches and cuts. Her nails where once perfectly manicured where now cracked and chipped, the black nail polish peeled off in places. She looked as if she had dug herself out of something buried. Probably explained why she had survived where no one else had. She crawled over a propeller, one foot missing a laced boot that got caught on the propeller blade. She was so deep in pain and shock that she never realized she had cut herself again. She was a miserable sight, but as the only survivor that was to be expected.