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For a short time, Saorlaith was in the IRA, but then one day she realised: "It's not that I hate the English so much as I love blowin' stuff up." She now works for the group of assassins known as WickedSyn (Wicked Syndicate). Her specialties are knives, throwing axes, and--of course--explosives. She is deceptively brash, a brutish bar brawler, her insanely calculating mind cleverly (or unconsciously) hidden in the shadows. She almost certainly lacks a conscience, and would probably be diagnosed as a certified psychopath if she would let any doctor near her without strangling them with their own stethoscope; she detests and distrusts modern physicians and disbelieves in "psychiatrists", relying only on her own hardy body, the occasional ancient Celtic remedy, and loads of medicinal spirits.

Of the W.S. ladies, she is one of the more childish ones (she has been known strap stuffed animal suicide bombers to her victims). She is most often foulmouthed and manic and laughing hysterically, but is as calm as a Buddhist monk when delicately piecing together her beloved bombs. She'll drink the best of 'em under the table at the local, but stay away if she is relaxing and spending quality time with the black stuff, or you'll find a steel-toed boot up your ass.

True to her name, Saorlaith is a free-born woman; no one can or will ever control her. She is arrogant, willful, flighty, mischievous, and wholly unpredictable. Even her sister killers rarely see her in a moment of total lucidity. Saorla will often tell people, friend or foe or random passerby: "Ceart go leor, táim rud beag ar mire...ach tá mé go hiontach!" -- "Alright, so I'm a bit mad...but I am amazing!" She sometimes will include the grinning addendum, "And if you say otherwise, I'll cut yer balls off."

Her name might change, but I think I shall call this daughter of Éire: Saorlaith, or Saorla for short.

MODEL: Kathryn Q. Cheshire
PHOTOG: Shovelhead Studios
WICKEDSYN PROJECT HEAD: Chris Zech of Echo Factory Productions

Description
For a short time, Saorlaith was in the IRA, but then one day she realised: "It's not that I hate the English so much as I love blowin' stuff up." She now works for the group of assassins known as WickedSyn (Wicked Syndicate). Her specialties are knives, throwing axes, and--of course--explosives. She is deceptively brash, a brutish bar brawler, her insanely calculating mind cleverly (or unconsciously) hidden in the shadows. She almost certainly lacks a conscience, and would probably be diagnosed as a certified psychopath if she would let any doctor near her without strangling them with their own stethoscope; she detests and distrusts modern physicians and disbelieves in "psychiatrists", relying only on her own hardy body, the occasional ancient Celtic remedy, and loads of medicinal spirits.

Of the W.S. ladies, she is one of the more childish ones (she has been known strap stuffed animal suicide bombers to her victims). She is most often foulmouthed and manic and laughing hysterically, but is as calm as a Buddhist monk when delicately piecing together her beloved bombs. She'll drink the best of 'em under the table at the local, but stay away if she is relaxing and spending quality time with the black stuff, or you'll find a steel-toed boot up your ass.

True to her name, Saorlaith is a free-born woman; no one can or will ever control her. She is arrogant, willful, flighty, mischievous, and wholly unpredictable. Even her sister killers rarely see her in a moment of total lucidity. Saorla will often tell people, friend or foe or random passerby: "Ceart go leor, táim rud beag ar mire...ach tá mé go hiontach!" -- "Alright, so I'm a bit mad...but I am amazing!" She sometimes will include the grinning addendum, "And if you say otherwise, I'll cut yer balls off."

Her name might change, but I think I shall call this daughter of Éire: Saorlaith, or Saorla for short.

MODEL: Kathryn Q. Cheshire
PHOTOG: Shovelhead Studios
WICKEDSYN PROJECT HEAD: Chris Zech of Echo Factory Productions