Scáthach O'Dubhthaigh

***The content below contains mention of rape. If this is a subject you find disturbing, consider yourself warned.***

## **A Gal's Best Friends: Sex, Drugs and Guns**

### Biography

#### In the Beginning, there was Corruption

*In the city of Katapesh, one is well versed in a few things. One, is indulgence. The City of Trade is a thriving metropolis, where one can usually get whatever they want. For a price. The people know abundance, comfort, decadence. They also know slavery, as a large portion of the money made is from the practice of sentient creature trafficking. Lastly, they know drugs, mind altering substances that can make one feel euphoric one moment, and like you are a step from death the next. Pesh was easy to cultivate in the desert, and it sold well across the world.*

*Of all these things, Scáthach knows them well. Born into the world of slavery, this now-adventurer knew the weight of chains before she even knew how to walk. Her mother died of illness, too frail and abused to fight it off, leaving the girl with big blue eyes at the mercy of her Masters and Mistresses.*

*She started as a playmate for their kids, passing balls, helping with dress-up. But as she developed into adolescence and then a teenager, the demands of her became darker. It didn't take long before that innocent little slave girl was but a memory. Rape, abuse and forced drug use were just a short list of the atrocities she endured. Purity was stolen completely, and left in its place was now a jaded, grim young woman.*

#### Then, there was Liberation

*Thanks to the constant pesh in the air of the many harems she was forced to serve in, Scáthach developed a case of asthma, usually flared by the abundance of smoke or vapors in the air. This caused a lot of issues for her many captors, who would pass her around when they got tired of hearing her coughing and hacking. During one instance where the woman was struggling for breath in the corner of a brothel her Mistress had dragged her to, the slave girl waited for the woman to be preoccupied with her current entertainment, before making a run for it. While she was able to escape, she did not do so unscathed. Still struggling with breath as she ran as hard as she could, she couldn't avoid the crossbow bolt that pierced her shoulder and sent her tumbling into the River Scorpius.*

*When she woke, a dark-eyed woman held her within their lap, smiling down upon her as she comforted the run-away slave. Scáthach found herself in the company of Libai, a prostitute who worshipped Nocticula. She taught the girl that there were two ways to earn anything in this life. Seduce it out of people, or kill them and take it for one's own self. The young girl had enough of being used for her body, and so the whore directed Scáthach to another once she was healthy enough to travel once more. An older man known only to her as Dane taught her how to fight, and also introduced her to firearms, training her how to fire them. By the time she had reached her seventeenth name-day, she had started to develop a style of fighting all her own that involved long-distance shooting, as well as the art of Gun Kata, or fighting with both melee-martial prowess and guns simultaneously.*

#### Lastly, came Decadence

*Between Libai and Dane, the two taught Scáthach to embrace indulgence, and introduced her to the teachings of Nocticula. She reveled in drug use, carnal pleasures, but most importantly, the thrill of killing. She loved the power she felt when she could end someone's life with just the squeeze of a trigger. No longer was she meek, malleable prey to be abused. She was the predator. She was the Alpha, the Apex... and the rush filled her with elation. Once her training was done, she thanked her mentors for their aid, and made her own path. A path that led her straight to Absalom.*

### Appearance

*Scáthach stands at five feet and ten inches tall, with raven black hair and beautiful, large blue eyes. Her complexion is fair, and nearly unmarred if not for the blatant tattoo of Nocticula's Demonic Rune residing just beneath her left eye. She enjoys wearing makeup, usually some sort of eyeliner and eyeshadow to enhance those pretty eyes of hers, as well as pale shades of lipstick to pronounce full, pouty lips. Her usual garb consists of revealing blouses with low-dipping necklines, skin-tight leather breaches, and tall, thigh-high boots.*

### Personality

*When first encountered, she can seem distant and withdrawn. Thanks to her years of abuse, she is slow to open up to people, despite longing for friendship in secrecy. However, she enjoys a good joke, and though she might try to hide the smile they draw to her painted lips, she finds it nearly impossible to grin at attempts to humor her.*

### Goals

*She searches for a group of people who can accept her for her dark interests and her many flaws. Drugs, sex and killing seem to be her only thrills in life, so until she can find something more fulfilling, she'll continue with such pursuits.*