Andréia
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At five feet and ten inches, Andréia is considerably taller than average, an impression aided by her long limbs and compact, powerfully-toned torso. Her shoulders are broad without being overly muscled, but she exudes the brazen confidence of practical strength, perfectly comfortable to exist in whatever space she occupies. There's no visible yield in this woman, and neither any conceit. Her Portuguese heritage is plain in her features, dark and strong, her skin naturally tan and hair tumbling in wild, easily-tangled locks she takes little care to manage. She's more striking than pretty, but wears her femininity with an abandon that may elevate her in the eyes of the brave. The jut of her jawline and the damning, white-hot smolder of her near-black eyes are an unspoken challenge, and she moves with a barely-restrained energy that's decidedly animal in nature. Attire tends toward the practical and understated, in deep reds and utilitarian blacks, though she demonstrates a predilection for leather and fur, and generally bears the musk of the former about her person. Her scent in general is exactly as one might expect; with little care for the bloom of natural odor, tempered with the medicinal tang of alcohol and the smoky cloy of tobacco. It's not too hard to dig up information on the mortal Andréia Lopes, who enjoyed a perfectly happy childhood in early 20th century Brazil until shit went south. The dawn of World War I took her father and brothers from her, and the bloom of an uprising against the Brazilian government saw her mother trampled to death at a crowded protest. Heretofore occupied in her studies to become a nurse, little Andi lost her mind with grief and dropped out of college. She tried to maintain control by being one of the first through the door of the Gracie Jiu-Jitsu academy, but any chances at being an MMA pioneer were cut short by a reckless attitude. She fell into illegal street fighting, where she proved successful, but ultimately spelled her own doom by taking a life in the ring. A stint in prison saw more of the same, now orchestrated by the corrupt screws. She fought tooth and nail, maiming her fellow inmates to the pleasure and profit of her captors, who threw her against stiffer competition and more fights, running her through gauntlets until she passed out from pain and exhaustion. At the breaking point, she was whisked away to Arcadia by a Keeper of infamous cruelty, who clapped her in chains and stuffed her with rotting meat until she became his own personal monster - a lowly attack dog that earned its way to becoming a wolf. As the Black Wolf of Summer, Andréia was a menace across fae battlegrounds, ripping and munching her way through countless of her kin. Until one day, that ember of humanity flared, reminded her who she was - who she had been... It was almost too easy to escape, in the end. She was a loyal dog, after all, always hungry and always aware who was providing the best meals. Her link to Arcadia had become woefully strong, but the burden of memory screamed at her; she was not truly free, would never be so long as she remained. And so she ran, and now she runs here, in search of a new purpose. A new family. A reason to be something more than a cautionary fairy tale. Barmaid: She was an early shoe-in for a background role at Satin and Savagery; naturally, representing the latter, but also serving up drinks and any bar snacks she doesn't hedonistically consume herself. Andi has taken it upon herself to act as a 'caretaker' for the venue, intolerant of any troublemakers or any discomfort imparted upon her colleagues. She probably won't smile at you, but she'll size you up and keep you busy because the alternative is having to stare daggers in your back until she's figured you out the hard way. She's bad at customer service, but very good at what SHE considers her job. Biker: She's not an accomplished racer, but she loves her Yamaha. If you love it too, you'll earn about the closest thing to immediate favor from Ms. Lopes. Brazilian: She's a long, long way from home, and drenched in crimson, but her heart will always beat yellow and green. Fighter: When she's not serving up drinks and bum rushes out the door, Andréia is taking her licks and trying not to literally eat people in the fighting pits. With the rush of warfare passed her, this is where she feels alive and indulges her mile-wide mean streak in a relatively safe and stable environment. She's damn good, and she was pretty good in her former life, too. You probably haven't heard about that, but if you have, her fighting career is worth watching with anticipation. It seems only a matter of time until she loses control. Now doesn't that sound like a fun Saturday night? Monster: This is what she's keeping in check. This Big Bad Wolf cut a swathe through the lower ranks of Arcadia, with a reputation for wanton cruelty and the wildest of abandon on the battlefield. Were she more refined she'd have been a knight of Summer, but anyone who knows her knows what she was; a beast without a collar, following commands because those commands drove her from one violent act to another. She was useful, but not popular. Perhaps you fear her, perhaps you hate her. Perhaps she devoured someone you once loved. Or you knew her Keeper, and know that he wants her back... Nurse: She dropped out of medical college a hundred years ago, but Andi's darkest secret is that she still cares, and she remembers how to set a splint and stop an infection from spreading. For those without another option, it's better than nothing, and if she likes you she might also be amicable to a vengeful rampage. Thrillseeker: No rush quite compares to a kill, but she's trying to be better than that. Climbing, skydiving, playing in traffic, anything mortals do for the pleasure of a thrill she's willing to try - and a large number of things besides. Hunger is a constant, but spiking endorphins and rushing dopamine can serve to keep it at bay. Roman - "Boss. Big. Powerful. Does whatever the fuck he wants. I like him." Marigold - "Other Boss. Good hair. Collars herself. It's pretty, but it's still a collar. Not sure about that yet." Fiametta - Luna - Sebastian - Imoen - "Rooting for this one. Probably won't tell her that, or... why." Ben - "Start to think you could like someone, and then they go do a thing like that?"
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