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'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'~This old proverb is to remind a man not to make a woman angry at him. I like to take its ideals fartherthan this however. Make no mistake, I care not who you are, because soon I will make everyone who hurt me pay. ~Over the course of my twenty-five years of life, I had my fair share of strife. The first incedent I can remember is when one of my mothers girlfriends molested me at a party. At the time I was five, and my mother did nothing, said it was normal. However, molestation did not stop with my mothers perverted friends.~At age ten I began to mature, starting puberty earlier and developing progressively. It was at this time my father and his drinking buddies would pass me around, plunging themselves into me and then beating me when I did not cooperate. I was told this too was normal, after all my fathers friends brought their daughters to screw sometimes as well.~Fastforward, age sixteen, Khazan High. Here I found that I was a bi-sexual, my female friends ditched me. Guys tried forcing me to engage with other girls for their pleasure. Even my own boyfriend let his sister screw me while he watched. One more group of people to start on.~Jump to age Twenty, Industrial Sector. I applied for an apprenticeship for an architect. I did not get for the sole purpose that I was born with the wrong set of genitals. I went to drink my sorrows away and wound up getting mugged in an alleyway before I got to the bar. ~As I lay bleeding, he came and found me. Chris, such a gorgeous kind person, he took me to the E.R and even waited their till I got out on ewhole day later. For once in my life I had met a decent person, some stranger had come to my rescue in the worst part of a bad town. We started a relatioship, long and happy, I forgot all the shit in my life. Then the day came, a propsal over a candle lit terrace.~For once I was happy, until trouble reared its ass-ugly head. ~Chris ran a dojo in Lowtown, ninjustu, taijutsu, kenjutsu, even branching out to other Asian and european disciplines. The mob of Lowtown were pissed, their prey had grown a backbone and even fought back. Petty criminals, in the dead of night they cornered him and gunned him down. Gone, my one love was taken, Martial Arts master he was he was no match for fifty-dozen rounds from high caliber weapons.~I was fooling myself if I expected a fair trial. The thugs made no effort to cover their tracks, it didn't matter they had the right people bought off. Sentinel, KPD, Reaver and evil alike disrgarded my life, smudging his name and charging him with murder he committed in self-defense.~So I decided, everyone, and I meant EVERYONE who had hurt me would pay. They would know a telepaths wrath, they would feel the pain. I would turn Khazan on it's bloody head.
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I decided to start with the first of causes of pain; my parents. I took my lover's sword and went to their home for dinner. The minute my mother left the room my father tried to feel me. "Come on whore, your boyfriend is dead, you could use a good lay," he said. Not bothering to answer, I broke the offending hand with a snap of my fingers. He screamed like a little bitch so I slit his suffocated him untill he passed out. Drawing my blade I removed the hand I broke and cut three tendons in his legs, enough to paralyze, but not kill. ~"You [bleep] tramp! What the [bleep] have you done!" my mom screamed. I lifted my hand and prevented her from yelling. "Listen to me bitch and listen good. You are both lucky I'm not going to kill you, instead that pig on the ground is disabled. You, I'm going to slowly break you're[bleeping] bones," and without further ado I did just that.~So that was one problem taken care of, I left a note for the cops saying who did it, even calling 911. I didn't care, I lost any reason to care. Lucky for me, the shits that assaulted me when I was young lived close. Unluckily for them, they might not live.
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Useless
 Telepathy: Supreme
My high school friends, I could care less about the tramps who ditched me because of my sexuality. It was the [bleepers] who actually forced me to do something that would pay, starting with my ex.~Much to my suprise, I was expected. It had been three days since my encounter with my folks and word gets out quick. I could here him thinking in his trailer, planning to shoot me with his shotgun 'ol' Bessie'. Stupid inbred hick, he shouldn't think so loud. In fact, he knew I had developed telepathy in high school and he didn't even know how to keep me out of his mind. ~No matter, he and his wife were soon dead. Neither old Bessie or his wifes knives could stop me. It helped when you know what's coming. Their attacks just turned out to be useless.
Mystical Appaeral
 Body Armor: Superior
As I exit the trailer, I notice a gash. Apparently one of the knives made its way under my radar. I hardly took a damn notice, I had a friend enchant my whole wardrobe. Even my lacy thongs could repel knives and weak weapons or attacks. ~I didn't get to far after looking at my clothes when I seen another old friend; the Ex's sister. She took no notice it was me, but she did notice the cut clothes and blood. How quaint, she became KPD. I told her what I just did and she shot me point blank.~I would be lying if I said it did not hurt. It hurt, but not life threatining. Her aim was good, but my clothes gave me decent protection. I decided her brother was waiting for her, so I made sure he didn't wait long.
Chris' Blade
 Slicing Attack: Superior
"Who is next," I wondered out loud, then I realized something. The architect, he lived near here, I should drop in for a visit. He was shocked to see me, for in that interview he not only told me I would not get the job because of my genitals. No, he also had to insult me by saying I was a freak for being a telepath. ~Okay, maybe not worthy enough for a murder, but I frankly don't care. After all, no one insults me, not anymore.~Turns out Mr. High and Mighty isn't so brave. Five minutes of my sword on his leg and he was crying like a baby. So I offerd him a deal, I would take $60,000 and leave him alone. Poor man was in so much pain, he agreed. Opening his safe to give me the right amount, something caught my eye. ~A letter was adressed to him from the Lowtown Mafia. 'Dear Mr. Lexington, we are pleased to inform you that the orphange is going to be shut down, as per your instructions. The city is convinceed the Head Nun is a heroine dealer, following a raid on the building in which they found three kilos of our finest and a clientele log. Pleausre doing business with you,~Simon Dirkwell.'~That letter, from that man sent me over the edge, Lexington had the safe open and I stopped him there. I lifted my hand and crushed his larynx, then gripped my blade and loped his arm off. I then walked over to the safe, took the negotiated amount and left the bastard to bleed.
Skill, just skill
 Sword Master: Standard
Chris always told me my hands were perfect for gripping a blade. Therefore it was by his recommendations I learned swordplay. Over the past week, I have been sabotaging the Mafia's work. Luckily, they are mostly gun-toting thugs and I just dance around them.~The few swordsmen they did send didn't even know how to swing a blade. Dozens of enforcers fell to my dance, even their Ice wielder, fell to my blade, the clumsy moron. I took comfort that some part of Chris lived onthrough my skill.
How did she know?
 Closed Mind: Superior
It has been two and half years since Chris died. That time hardened my heart and caused my mind to shut out. I knew from experience that this could prove helpful. In response, I let lonliness and revenge consume me, closing my mind off to intruders.~Because of my new found mental shield, I was shocked when a random woman knew what I was doing. Shari was her name, a sorceress who was capable of breaking my shields. She knew of everything, even offered me the chance to be reunited with my love. ~At first I took it as she meant to kill me. She quickly explained she could find a resurrection spell to help. However, I was no fool, "I know that the arcane has no power to revive the dead," I told her. "So, go away before you join those who are gone."~"Don't be an idiot," she cooed "I can help find one who could." Pathetic, I yelled internally, this witch was trying to begulie me, control me. Turning my mental isolation to max, I plowed my blade through her guard and into her heart. Good riddance.
Invisible Hands
 Telekinesis: Superior
I approached the bar where I knew, mafia would be. Lowtown was on edge, so was Industrial, I had gained a name, not good but meaning no harm to innocent people. The ones I kill deserve it, be it what they do to me or to undeserving ones. I even make my living by killing such slime, earning comminsions for what I would do for free.~But back on topic.~The Bouncer notices me, he tries to call for help. Silently, I raise my hand and choke him. I draw my blade and toss the mad back a good twenty feet. I hear guns being loaded, I concentrate on a motorcycle parked next to me. Lifting it carefully, I throw it at the nearest goons knocking them down.~I can see their guns, so I remove their weapons mentally hurling them away. The thugs advance anyways, cracking knuckles. Raising my hand, I levitate my blade into the nearest man. Not giving the others any time, I telekinetically hurl them all away.~Walking up to the nearest two men, I lift my hands once more. I clench my fist at one of them and begin crushing his heart. After a minute, the man is no longer alive. Turning to the remaining goon, I raise my hand, "Where is the Lowtown Mafia HQ, I searched all of Lowtown and nothing. TALK, or I'll do the same to you but slower. ~The man looks at me terrified, "NO, okay, HQ is in Industrial. Dirkwell set it up at an old museum there so no one could find the HQ." Pleased with this info, I snap the mans neck along with all the other thugs necks. Time to buy a house in the Industrial Sector.
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