Lords of RPG

I'm six-four and all woman. I'm a bounty hunter out of the backwaters of Ghent and my favorite enemy is men. I try to keep it above board. I need a man like I need another hole in my head. If I see a damsel in need of, well, another damsel, I'm your gal. 

I have seen too much injustice and repression. I would have become a paladin. However, I only do dead or alive, and mostly dead. 

Yes, I'm using Famke. If I can convince her to continue using her magic, we'll be indomitable. I'm also falling for her, which is a mistake. I'll admit. But, have you seen her? Holy Kempin! People pay to be with that. Oh? I didn't know that.

Well she's all mine, for now. I must keep the men away from her by any means necessary. 

Murder? I don't see it that way. I see it as a good thing to put more rapists in the ground. So, no, I'm not evil. I'm neutral good with lesbian tendencies.

I'm so happy right now! We need to get at least 1000 gold. Then we can build a fortified structure to live. This plan would preferably occur before we're burned at the stake.

We're heading for a town where the carnival does not go and far enough away that Famke is not recognized.

Yes, she is the distraction. Can you think of anyone better? And, she's my distraction, my inspiration. I miss her just being here. 

Now, I need to take these horses and supplies and blow this joint. Say 'blow me' one more time muddafakka!