Niema "BlackDeath" Pyke
RETIRED
Mastermind of the Underside
Posts: 105
Superior: Count Alistair Covok
OCCUPATION/SPECIALTY::: Killer, Torturer, Strategist & Hunter/Tracker
:::::::::::::::::::::HGT:::::::::::::::::::: 5' 8''
:::::::::::::::::::::WGT:::::::::::::::::::: 140ish lbs
:::::::::::::::SCENT:::::::::::::::: Warm desert spice, metal, blood, & leather
::::::::AURA-COLOR/s:::::::: Black
++++++ WORDS +++++: "Don't try to predict what I'll do. I'll prove you wrong just because I can. Assume the stories you've heard of me are true and know when you choose to toe up with me I will not have mercy. I will kill you or I will own you and brand you as mine; your service to me for your life. That is what you gamble with whether you realize it or not." - Niema
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Post by Niema "BlackDeath" Pyke on Sept 28, 2013 12:14:00 GMT -5
The main floor near the pits was cleared as Piked-Men brought out body bags arranging them in a line. As each body was lay, the man who brought it out unzipped it so the face could be seen of each. The last face in the line was the former Count Alistair Covok.
Niema stood on the catwalk above the bodies like a Warlord, her matte black catsuit zipped up and covered with the added armor hiding most of her wounds from public view. Niema looked at them all, only giving the crowd a moment to gawk before she spoke.
"As certain as these bodies lay before you dead, I am the new Count of the Underside, Midway. I expect business to continue as usual unless I tell you specifically otherwise. Anyone who attempts to revolt this change of management will be killed without hesitation. I will choose a replacement Underboss in the next few weeks, that is all."
Without allowing any questions or comments to her directly, Nie walked back into her office to leave her men to field any issues and bring them to her as needed. For now, she had candidates to review and injuries to nurse, injuries she masked even as she walked across the catwalk.
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