I’ll show him even if I have to set the whole city of Gotham on fire to do it! What better way to end a day than to watch the harbor go up in flames or a nearby hospital blow up? It makes me tingly just thinking about it. There’s nothing quite like chaos, it seeps into the darkest corners of society and breeds until it can no longer be restrained and then POW! It lets loose, without any rhyme or reason.

Bats thinks I’ll be playing cat and mouse with him forever it seems.. But with his old lady gone and Harvey Dent dead where does that leave me? Stuck in a padded cell waiting for my chance at escape so I can turn bat boy’s world upside down again. Gotham will be mine, if even for a short time so that I can watch it destroy itself.

Planning my escape is proving to be interesting, but I’ve got a lovely new pet it seems. Dr. Harleen Quinzel seems to have taken a shining to me, and I’ll admit while I am not a man who is overtly fond of many she does tickle my funny bone, and we all know I’ve got one twisted sense of humour. 

The struggle for the lower class to obtain power was not an easy one. They had to use all of their cunning and will to rise up against the government and overthrow their political leaders, the tyrants who sought to oppress them. The Uprising lasted for nearly six months, but at long last the group of rebels had finally managed to take control.

What happened when the rebels took control nobody could have suspected. When put in a position of power those who were once the pauper began to treat the former upper class like dogs. Rules were enforced to humiliate the people whom had made lives difficult for so many years. This new government, led by the rebels was just as corrupt as the last. There was one thing that fueled their fire more than money however, and that was revenge.

To humiliate the former upper class very specific rules were set in place, and should they not be obeyed were either met with a fine or jail time. When an upper class citizen entered the room a middle class member may not speak unless spoken to, must bow upon being faced with someone of higher stature, and last but not least must wear a red ribbon tied around their arm to establish that they were from the lowest class of them all.

Not all who were born into riches and power were snobbish, corrupt. Before the rebellion occurred and the Uprising completed Escade was not hard off. Her family was not one of many riches but they lived well, enough to be placed into the upper class category. She was a kind girl who took the time to help others and be a shoulder to lean on. A reliable individual who did her best to help others not because it was a duty of hers but because she wanted to. That girl was long since gone after the rebellion hit.

Torn from her home and left with nothing Escade was forced to grow up fast. She’d been well on her way to becoming a young woman before the uprising but having everything taken away from her and being labelled as dirt poor made her realize that it was the survival of the fittest. One of the biggest lessons she learnt from all of this was to trust no one, and that she must hone in on her instincts in order to stay alive.

Learning the ways of a thief to get by the girl slowly began to slip into the more darker aspects of the profession. Thieving turned into kidnapping and then kidnapping turned to murder. Quick on her feet she learnt the ways of the assassin by trail and error, nearly getting herself killed multiple times. Her profession was dangerous, but the pay helped her stay alive and put food on the table.

Throughout all of her endeavors Escade has managed to survive with her instincts. The clock is constantly ticking however and now that her actions are more well known due to a recent slip up on a previous job she is wanted. Wanted for stealing from the rich, murdering those who have a bounty on their heads and she is ever watchful. Killing is not something that the woman enjoys doing, but the cold hard truth is that is where the money lies. Each and every contract she takes for an assassination is always carefully looked over, thought of before she chooses to accept it.

Money drives her to end the lives of others while her heart yearns for some sort of peace treaty. Enough of treating one another like animals, admit that there is something wrong and try to fix it, not make people all the more bitter and oppressed. Escade does what she can to help others, though she hardly ever does simply because she wants to anymore. It has become a ‘you scratch my back, I scratch yours’ kind of world and she has grown to accept it.

The woman may have lost her innocence but that does not mean deep within her soul she wants to live in a world so tainted. If the classes could come to terms with one another she would be content. Often times the woman finds herself telling lies despite her loathing for those that do, but in the world she lives in sometimes it is best to keep the truth well hidden. The truth can hinder and debilitate you in the world she lives in, and to let others know who you truly are is more dangerous than anyone could ever imagine.

She runs from the law and hides during the day. Shadows have become the woman’s best friend and she keeps well to stick within her element. Daylight is a foe for it takes away all of the shadows, and leaves her exposed in a world where it is not difficult to tell who is poorer than the rest. Still Escade lives on, making her mark on the world and silently wondering to herself when all of the bloodshed will stop.

Pet Not a pet yet, but this is for my character Issac. :3

Description (I'm just gonna tell you some stuff about him, I guess ^^) Issac is a five thousand year old vampire stuck in the body and mindset of an eleven year old. Being that old he's had a very eventful life, which he is starting to forget completely along with everything else he knows. He's forgetting anyone he was ever close to, at best their faces are blurry but their names are mostly clear and at worst it's completely blank, the things he's done and occasionally he forgets how to do things. He can remember things better when his older brother Erie uses his ability to force the memories back, but doing so hurts both of them and is only a temporary fix. Erie is seemingly the only thing Issac can't forget and that hurts him more than forgetting in the first place, because if he could just forget Erie like he did their parents forgetting everything else wouldn't bother him.

Whoops, that wasn't brief at all. x'D I just want you to do something centered around him wanting to just let go and just let the inevitable happen but at the same time feeling like he doesn't have the right to. Or what ever comes to you~ Also if you need or want to know anything else just ask! :3

Feel Could you give it a kind of sad feel, please?

Price 150k, it'd be more 'cept I'm broke. ;w;