The prisoner was an...interesting one. She was on trial for crimes against the union. In the 1921 RSFSR, that was not unusual. What was unusual were the...stories. The reactionary scum in the cell was...not normal. Claims of witchcraft, mystic powers and mind-reading wafted from those that were made to guard her. Tales too impossible to believe, the tall, Intense looking woman had been a cavalry officer in the great war. passing herself off as her brother...things had gotten strange since then.

You couldn't see it, she was, despite the dishevelled, bruised and filthy state, attractive, about 6 feet tall, well muscled, not a very good chest, you could see that. but her hips were..well, she'd get attention at a bar. Not that she was perfect, a bit too strong of a nose, a large forehead, the scar of a blade across her cheek. She was...it was hard to see her as more than a simple, attractive Russian woman.

A raspy, tired voice came from those full, bloodied lips "So, Scum of the earth communist jew-dog..." she growled "Am I to die for my Tsar today?" the manic grin was one thing, the eyes...her eyes. Those pretty orbs had turned nightmarish, pinpoints of hate, like you were her entire universe, and she hated you enough to fray reality at the edges.

"Is the living incarnation of Jamsaran, Goddess of war to die today? Leader of the mongol peoples, Descendant of Batu Khan, reincarnation of Ghengis Khan, going to die today?" her voice grew louder and louder, her hands straining against the chains that bound her. Despite yourself (and the good, Russian steel), there's a good bit of fear that they'll break. They feel like they should, with the intensity radiating from this woman.

"Filthy fucking peasants in charge of the Tsardom, disgusting. All of you, disgusting, I'd wipe every communist from this earth with my bare hands if I could, you and your fucking Jew masters!" She spat "I'll fucking drink from your skulls while your children are run down by my men! I'll feed your cocks to the wolves! I'll fucking strangle you" She rears up and lunges.

The steel holds "You fucking cunts. I'll kill you!" the woman tugs and pulls at her chains "The Tsar is god's chosen to lead Russia" screams the woman, voice growing hoarse and somewhat gurgly "I'll put him back myself if god won't! I'm going to strangle you like my roommate's owl!" Spittle flies from her mouth as she gnashes her teeth, screaming to the heavens as she struggles against her binds

God, what a crazy... Thank Lenin the whites lost the civil war!

Hey there! first prompt! Went for something weird! Rule 63 Roman von ungern-Sternberg! Players of Kaiserreich, those into the badasses of history, or those who have no fucking clue what I'm on about, all are welcome! I'd be after playing said Baroness! I imagine she'd be as mental in bed as she was in politics or philosphy!

Most of what I said here is true! from being declared a goddess of war (Male sternberg was probably confused about that) to strangling his roommates owl, this was a very crazy guy, now girl!)

I'd love to play something out, wether it's in the steppe, the prison she's held in now or at the hight of her power, perhaps even an alternate universe where things worked out, Sternberg is too interesting to ignore!

Kinks: femdom, pain, being completely insane and butt-stuff.

Limits: Gore and poop!