Name: Jen Ford
Job link: https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t25325-contracted-out-for-assassination
It was Oshibana this time. First Shirotsume, then Talonia, now Oshibana. It seemed as though the guild were trying to get Jen to cement their hold on the north-eastern region of Fiore. Jen wasn't unhappy about this, of course, but she was getting a bit bored with all the "leave this person alive" and "don't kill until X happens" jobs. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy torturing her prey, she loved playing with her food, in a purely metaphorical sense. The trouble was that there were too many restrictions on some previous jobs, and she needed to unwind. Luckily, this time there didn't seem to be such a limitation. Jen didn't operate well on 'slow and low' She did her best by going in fast and loud. Unfortunately, due to her tendencies, she had been appointed a babysitter to ensure that she didn't go too wild and kill everyone in the town.
"Great, my one chance to really cut loose, and they're going to tie my hands. Well, at least while we're there, I can pick up something for Med." Jen had grown quite fond of her senior guild member in the short time that they had known one another. She didn't really know what it was exactly that drew her to the witch. Perhaps it was fate. Perhaps it was something else, something like a mutual respect for one another. Whatever it was, it had developed into a deep connection between the two of them, made stronger by their confessions at the equinox festival. "You know, it's funny. As much as I like other women, the only one I truly love is her. I'm just trying to figure out the next step, I guess. I honestly didn't think I'd be able to say that about anyone, and yet, here I am. I honestly don't know what I'd do without her at this point. She's always there for me. But then, I guess I should try to be more focused on the job. After all, I gotta get stronger if I'm going to take the old goat's throne."
Jen smirked when she thought about her grandfather, and the great legion that he ruled over. The old man had never revealed himself to Jen, but he didn't need to, she knew who he was, who she was, and she knew exactly what her role was to be in all of this. Sure, Saraphina was the Queen of her guild, but Jen was to be the Queen of hell. It was only a matter of getting strong enough to fulfill her obligation. The matter of strength was twofold. She would eventually have to fight the old man, and the legion would only follow those that were strong. "So, what's the plan? Also, do we really need one? I mean, I get that I can be a little uncontrollable at times, but I honestly don't see why we can't just kill everyone." Jen was speaking to Cirven, one of the aces of Errings Rising.
Word Count: 501
Personal Word Count: 501/8,000
Total Word Count: 501/16,000