[i]And so, the Vileblood arrived. Stepping through the doorway silently, the six foot three woman only stared at Sandello eerily, her pale, smooth face contorted into a look of peacefulness, oddly enough. The girl's light, crystal-like eyes stared the mob boss down, a slight grin appearing on her face. Her rich platinum blonde hair had been tied into a long ponytail, while a tricorne black leather hat sat on her head, a pure white feather protruding from the back of it. Her dark long coat was straightened out completely, the shirt and handkerchief protruding from her neckpiece just as elegantly worn. Her boots were laced up and tighten, similar to her gloves, which were leather gauntlets buttoned together by shining iron buttons. [/i] [i]A tight belt wrapped around her waist, and at her side tightly hung a decorated brass sheath to a sword, while the metal handle of the blade stuck out. The grip had a serrated knife-like dagger protruding from the end of it, which oddly enough...looked removable. Also hanging at her belt was a shining flintlock pistol, the barrel elongated and shined. Irina, the Vileblood of Cainhurst, sworn enemy of the Healing Church and the Dojo, knew that Sandello intended to kill her for her actions. She didn't care. She never cared. So many others had tried to before, and why was this old man so special? She didn't understand why people bothered to follow him in the first place. She only stood at the doorway, not seeking to cause violence...not yet, anyway. [/i]