Aerika was walking the streets of the cold night. She had two guns on her one in her right pocket the other in the left. The two hand guns were M92F there fire power is 150 which was a decent amount of damage. The reload speed of such a weapon however made it more worth it. Aerika also carried a small dagger in her back pocket. On top of that she had a bag on her side who had items she thought might be useful.

Aerika’s red hair was semi long her teal blue eyes shimmered in the dark. She had on a pair of navy blue pants. Her top was that of short thin straps the color dark purple. Around her neck laid a silver locket that belonged to her mother. It was the one thing she that told her of where she came from. The dark red beauty of the night was not quick to make friends but she had her moments. She had learned from the years of being hunted by those who were curious that people are not always what they seem.

Aerika walked the darkest corners and alley ways. She had given up the idea of a normal life. She continued to walk the streets. Her lovely white skin upon her hands gasping one of her guns. Her nails so refined no normal women could have such nails unless they had some work done to them. Aerika’s body had natural curves. One should not be fooled by her beauty though she is no maiden in distress by any means.

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