Tan'yill Vizsla
I like rough edges...
For the past half an hour, the boxing sack had taken many different shapes in the rutian twi'leks intense hazel eyes, from past bad relations to enemies and officials that had taken the foolish decision to step in her way. It was something else, and of course less realistic, than sparring with her comrades in the fighting pit. To picture the opponent in front of her made the whole thing so much more effective, and giving her punches that last fierce edge. Punches that most knew it were best not to be in the recieving end of.
Being second in command of the House and with both her wife Aloy Vizsla and their daughter Tae'l Vizsla being off world, Tan'yill were tasked with taking care of their home, keeping the business in order as well as responsible for the safeguard of Skyhold. The latter she had full confidence in the lieutenants of the Death Watch Reformists to lead and coordinate the elite and ruthless force. Only if the chit really hit the fan, Tan expected to be contacted. Otherwise, her fellow mandalorian followers carried out their work with deadly precision.
A few sharp jabs and a fierce kick later, Tan turned to fetch the water bottle standing in the corner of the room belonging to their small and modest but comfortable house. She took a few good drinks out of the bottle before wiping the sweat off her face with a white towel. Pulling out the wireless ear pieces that had been heavy on the dark electro and EBM genre, she closed her eyes and took a deep focused breath, feeling the adrenaline ease off ever so slightly. Her training gear consisted of a simple grey tank top, paired with a pair of black compression shorts and dark trainers. Maybe she should check in with the captain of the militia later. But not before calling Aloy and Tayl. Those precious gems.
Being second in command of the House and with both her wife Aloy Vizsla and their daughter Tae'l Vizsla being off world, Tan'yill were tasked with taking care of their home, keeping the business in order as well as responsible for the safeguard of Skyhold. The latter she had full confidence in the lieutenants of the Death Watch Reformists to lead and coordinate the elite and ruthless force. Only if the chit really hit the fan, Tan expected to be contacted. Otherwise, her fellow mandalorian followers carried out their work with deadly precision.
A few sharp jabs and a fierce kick later, Tan turned to fetch the water bottle standing in the corner of the room belonging to their small and modest but comfortable house. She took a few good drinks out of the bottle before wiping the sweat off her face with a white towel. Pulling out the wireless ear pieces that had been heavy on the dark electro and EBM genre, she closed her eyes and took a deep focused breath, feeling the adrenaline ease off ever so slightly. Her training gear consisted of a simple grey tank top, paired with a pair of black compression shorts and dark trainers. Maybe she should check in with the captain of the militia later. But not before calling Aloy and Tayl. Those precious gems.