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Name: Anyevavich "Anya" Davydova
Age: 39
Gender: Female
Job: "Organization Leader of Misconduct," AKA: Runs circles of illegal activity, mainly with illegal substances and various weaponry, but will even smuggle the basics from produce to sugar.
Place of Residence: Underbelly of Palisade. Aren't ya'll lucky.

Appearance: In an city that seems to be comprised of really, really ridiculously good looking people, Anya is… not really, really ridiculously good looking. While not actually ‘ugly,’ she prefers to state that she’s on the middle ground between ‘pretty’ and ‘handsome’ (handsome being defined more by today’s definition). Her face has prominent features with a square-ish jaw line and a fairly strong chin. Her nose is slightly crooked from past breaks, her lips are thin, and the left side of her face has quite a collection of Badges of Badassery; AKA: scars. She has but one eye, its scarred socket is covered by a dark eyepatch. Her face is fringed by choppy layers of mahogany/henna dyed hair, its length falling to the tops of her shoulders while two good-sized chunks from either side of her head fall down to her waist, essentially creating the Mother of all Awesome Mullets. Just ignore the fact that her roots are bright white; she went prematurely gray by age 20, and by 22 her hair was white as snow.

Moving focus away from her face, Anya is undeniably tall. Naturally standing at 6’ flat, she struts around at a happy 6’3” because of her boots. Her body is long and lithe, and not lacking in making her appear agile. She has a wide set of shoulders and long legs, her right arm is covered in a tattoo sleeve from the East (though it's often kept covered), and while her hips may be narrow she has a FABULOUSLY perfect rack despite being almost 40. Anya has other scars littering the rest of her body, though the ones on her face are still the most prevalent aside from one that goes all the way around her neck. She dresses commonly in tighter men's pants and women's bodices that look more Gallian and out of this time zone than anything else, but she'll don disguises once in a while.

Personality: To the uninformed, and the casual acquaintance and passerby, Anya often comes off as somebody who may well be hanging from some degree of insanity. That is to say, she doesn’t act totally insane, but more like she conducts herself in a fashion that's... a bit more eccentric than normal. Whether or not this ‘slowly losing her marbles’ thing is all some sort of ruse is unknown, but either way she’s got some interesting quirks that could really make one raise a brow or two. The top ones have got to be recreational seagull shooting, complete with yearly tournament, and making new underlings say her full name ten times fast with a heavy Belasatranian accent and a cigar in their mouths. Whatever it is that compels her to do such things, who knows and who cares… because she thinks it’s funny as s**t, so just laugh along.

She’s a drinker, a near-chain smoker, and a cusser times a thousand. She can be eloquent when the need direly calls for it, but in current times those ‘needs’ aren’t plentiful, so quite often she speaks loudly and swears even louder. If one has virgin ears, it’s better to not converse with her, and for christ’s sake, don’t let her near the children. Don’t come to her for personal sympathy unless she likes you either; advice is one thing, but sympathy is a whole other book that one probably wouldn’t want to hear about. In her years, Anya has seen and done many, many…many things (with 95% of those Things being Not Nice Things and Not on the Good Side of the Law Things), and she knows how life and the world works. … and there is nothing in it that says ‘Rainbows and Happiness for ALL,’ so if one comes crying to her about how life isn’t fair or how they have to kill someone, she’s going to tell them to ‘Nut Up’ or ‘Shut The ******** Up and GET OUT.’ She doesn’t have the time or the emotional capacity to give two shits about the life problems of a person she doesn’t like that much. If one wants to hear stories, though, she’ll tell them with little fuss, but it’s up to the listener to discern for themselves what’s real and what’s embellished. (A clue: not much is embellished, despite her quirks).

Going along the same line, it’s probably obvious that in most conversations, Anya will call out most people’s bull s**t. She can see lies a mile away and likes to call them out while making up her own. Excusing her eccentricities, she is exceedingly cunning and clever (one didn’t get her position in life by being an idiot), but also a skeptic, a cynic and untrusting. However she’s actually paranoid about very little and doesn’t seem to care much about her own personal safety or that of others. She has no qualms about taking any measure to protect herself, something which is supported by the known fact that she is completely at peace with all past actions. When one knows that somebody isn’t going to miss a single wink of sleep for knockin' off somebody else… it’s better to find a different target.

But if one does find themselves to be in her …good…better? her ‘I seem to not hate you’ graces, she has their back. And no, not their money purses; she doesn’t steal from true friends, as she’s honorable enough in that sense.

History: Born in Belastrana, there isn't really much to be said about Anya's history, because she changes the facts about it every time someone asks. But the basic truth of the matter is that she was left to be raised by her father, who himself was a bit of an entrepreneur in illegal dealings. He dealt mainly with weaponry, supplying it to both sides of the political thoroughfare for higher and higher prices, and while that's not his daughter's current main thoroughfair, she's definitely retained ....weaponry things.

Around when Anya was 20-something, she was partially running things, as her father had grown ill. Though some time later he was instead murdered by a competitor, and Anya thought that was a good time to get out of the country. She skipped around for a while, staying a lot in the more eastern "european' countries before she made her way to Sunderland by age 30.

It was here in the underbelly that she got her foothold in dealing illegal substances, and eventually she started running her own bands of merry men. She started in the smaller towns, getting things going before moving off to another and connecting things. Around age 33/34 she arrived in Palisade, set down all the roots, connected the strings, and here she is.The whole time she's found that the whole thing about gender inequality can be easily managed when she carries multiple flintlock pistols and uses another certain weapon between her legs.

So here she is today, running things in the greasy underbelly of Palisade. She likes that there's a rather large lack in judicial justice here, despite her actually having been arrested once. Only once. And then pardoned. That whole thing was great fun to her.

Oh, right. Somewhat soon after she arrived in Palisade, she was pulled off to the wardwood and received a totem. In the morning she thought the whole thing had been some drunken dream, but a couple weeks later there was suddenly a tiny ball of legs and terror just staring at her from over her bed. And well... having some mystical deer thing really did help her secure certain places in Palisade.

Other stuff: As long as I got my suit and tie, let me show you few thaaaannggss.