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Zillman’s Domain is a brutal world, trapped in a feudal monarchy, where might makes right. If you’re not one of the king’s supporters,
you are a peasant and live and die at the pleasure of your betters. For much of your life, you lived in ignorance of the larger world, content to serve and be used by the “nobles” of your world. Your life took a sudden and drastic change though when your pretty sister was abducted by a filthy and lascivious lord for who knows what purpose. You had heard stories of the lord’s appetites, but it was his
right. However, with the loss of your sister, you felt, for the first time, enraged, appalled at the unfairness of your life, and so you decided to take matters into your own hands. Against all reason and good sense, you crept into the lord’s castle, found his bedchambers and brutally murdered him. That should have been the end of your story, since after you were caught, you
were frog-marched to the gallows to hang. But it wasn’t the end. Just as they slipped the noose over your neck, a dark man of
sinister mien interceded on your behalf. He appraised you with his sparkling black eyes and you felt his presence in your mind.
He demanded that you serve him and if you did, you would be rewarded. Death by hanging was not the fate you had in mind for yourself, and so faced with no other option, you agreed. You were cut down, given proper clothing and was then spirited away from Zillman’s Domain for the rest of your days. Having only been in the Inquisitor’s retinue for a few short weeks, you have found the arrangement to your liking. You resent his command, but the promise of honing your talents is attractive. You’re content, for now, to see where your service will take you, but are ready to make a run for it at any time. Although you spent many years on a Medieval World, you have embraced the wonders of civilisation, even going so far as to get an electoo on your arm and purple lenses to give your eyes an exotic look. You have long blonde hair, but you’ve dyed the ends black. You wear tight-fitting leathers that both enhance
your physical assets and warn people to keep their distance.

No lo entiendo Sr. Director, ¿lo puede traducir?

Un placer.

Sería algo así como "Que te follen"

Estos ingleses la de vueltas que dan para decir algo tan sencillo.

Me acaco de dar cuenta que le he dado un toque un poco indisciplinado al personaje que no venía en la historia, espero sepas perdonarme ;)

Es un free spirit, como a ti te gustan.

Interprétalo como más te mole.

Pero vamos, tampoco te pases que al fin y al cabo trabajáis para la Inquisición. Quéjate, maldice y blasfema cuanto quieras, lo más probable es que trabajes para ellos durante lo que te resta de vida.