Name: Reffa
Age: 27
Description: See image. A large, muscular bandit woman
Type of Death: Taken out by a rival gang (assassination/combat, your choice)






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Laura Smith typed away at her computer, working on her story about corrupt local politics, blissfully unaware that her 23 years of existence were about to be violently cut short. She had her headphones on, and was jamming along to her favorite band, which masked the sounds of her apartment door lock being picked.

The assassin felt a surge of excitement as her efforts were met with success, and the door swung open with a squeak. The hitwoman took out a silenced pocket pistol and padded her way into the apartment. She could hear Laura humming happily to herself, and felt her excitement rise. She turned around a corner and saw the young woman sitting at a desk, her back turned to her killer.

The hitwoman raised her handgun and placed the sights on Laura's head.
She squeezed the trigger, and the gun coughed, its report muffled by the silencer. The bullet zipped through Laura's neck, severing her spinal column and ripping open the young woman's carotid artery. Laura fell forward, her head smacking into her keyboard. She wheezed, blowing wet crimson bubbles as blood sprayed out of the exit wound and covered her computer monitor. The girl was crippled and was bleeding out fast.

The assassin didn't like to leave things up to chance however. She walked up to Laura and grabbed her head, twisting it so that her victim could look at her. Laura's eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water. Her beautiful eyes filled with fear and pain. The assassin smiled as she placed the handgun against Laura's forehead and fired once more, ending her target's agony and spraying Laura's brain matter against the wall.