Not-So-Cinderella (mint x Drake)

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Name: Anastasia June Bradbury
Codename: Cinderella
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Dragons: Fire (Hinjo) & Earth (Loka)
Personality: a sweet girl, it puzzles those who meet and get to know her why she chose to kill people for a living. She is far from innocent in most aspects however she is naïve and doesn't believe in love or doing anything just to do it. She only seduces those she intends to kill and never goes further than a kiss. She has issues with being touched by males when she isn't on a job and knows she can't kill them for it.
History: Born in to a tribe her mother taught her the ways of her trade. Her mother fell for a rich man and left to marry him. She eventually returned for her daughter after convincing him to take her in to. Her father-in-law treats her badly, which is where her codename came from. The agency that hired her originally found her bruised and scarred; she had been set on a task by her step-father, an ambush which she saved. The agency took her in and uses her for mostly male-target jobs. She has a name as "Cinderella- The Man-Killer" for her brutal murders of males. Her mother is known as "shadow flame" for her use of her dark dragon in battle. She is almost never seen with her dragons and some doubt she even has some, using the theory that if she did why they had never protected her.


Hinjo: http://blackandecker.deviantart.com/art/Angry-guy-Ver-1-56527152?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Aphotography%2Fpeople%20angry%20guy&qo=0
Personality: Killer temper, a sadist to the core, he loves watching people lose their temper.

Loka: http://crazylatinachick.deviantart.com/art/I-Should-Have-Known-194475765?q=boost%3Apopular%20in%3Adigitalart%20shy%20boy&qo=509
Personality: Pretends to be gentle but he is more emotionless, he feels pain but claims to feel nothing else but the anger Hinjo gives him to feel.

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Washing blood off could be such a bother. The water seemed more orange then red as she rinsed out her hair. She wondered why it wasn't pleasure or guilt but peace of mind she gained when she did such brutal things to the men she was charged with exterminating. Placing her hands on the shower wall she stared at the pristine white tiles. Her mind flashed back to the scene. It was amazing what you could do when you drained the blood out of someone like when a butcher drains cattle and pigs before carving. The average human body contains 8 to 10 pints of blood and when you extract at least 5 pints, it is superbly easy to 'decorate' with. Turning each assassination in to a piece of art was of great pride to her. She shuddered at the click of the key in the door, her hazel orbs shifting from the white tile through the water to the door. The noise of a tray clattering indicated it was a food delivery and not a visit. The door wasn't locked as the maid exited. She finished rinsing off the blood stepping out a towel round her waist she headed to the tray. She knew the request to let her eat the same as them was her mother. The fancy food was perfectly presented. She didn't touch it though.

He heard the maid taking her some food and sat down to his own, his beautiful bride had the same auburn hair as the delicate flower he hid upstairs. That child was a spitting image of her mother except she was so much younger and she seemed so much more afraid of him. He chuckled as he ate, he knew she had gone on another kill, the company sent her orders through him and he was the one who decided if she was to leave to fulfill them or not. When she did he unlocked a window for her and if she didn't come back he found and punished her. He presumed she was taking a shower, he had seen a glimpse of her when she came back, soaked in blood. He didn't understand how something so fragile and beautiful could be so cruel but he didn't care because she hadn't turned on him. He wallowed in to his corrupt thoughts, completely unaware he was under investigation.

She eventually picked up the tray and carried it to the bathroom sitting on the floor the door closed behind her back she began to play with the food. The dessert was sickly sweet but she ate it regardless. The fish bland, the potatoes soggy and the vegetable crunchy. She knew she was just being picky but she couldn't help it. She had no intention of leaving her bathroom; instead she sat munching on some bread. Thinking about what to wear, the only decision she was allowed to make was what she got to wear, she kept thinking about all the clothes in the closets she had, and even the walk in closet.