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Name: Anya Pharmercy

Age: 34

Gender: Female

Occupation: Unemployed Drifter

Appearance: Anya is a picture of rough beauty, with dirty blond hair that is rarely not in a pony tail. When released it reaches nearly to the middle of her back. Her emerald eyes pierce out with a stunning ferocity. You feel as if everything about you and your actions are analyzed instantly against such a gaze...

She's lean and fit, 120 pounds of packed muscle inside her 5'10" frame. Still feminine, her curves and looks can draw eyes when she walks by.

Her voice, soft and musical, can catch the ear and weave into your very soul.

Personality: Anya is a fairly cold, rational person. She has emotions, but she understands when emotions don't belong. She's learned that lesson. As such it's not easy to catch her out of control or to manipulate her through emotional means.

Given her history, it comes as no surprise that she handles well under pressure and in tense situations. Her first reaction is to mediate non-urgent threats, but she will take action if necessary.

Beyond those eyes is a slight thrill, a burning passion, and it says that Anya will do whatever is necessary for... Whatever her goals are.

Skills:
Detective Vision: Anya is greatly skilled in picking up audible and visible details in both people and her surroundings. "... Are you following me?"

Clear the Room!: Anya is greatly skilled with all forms of hand based combat. "My body is a weapon, too, you brat."

Break the Wheel!: Anya is in peak physical condition. "I can do whatever you can do... But better."

Control the Mob: Anya is mildly proficient at helping defuse a situation. "Look, bub, I know it's hard..."

Catchphrase: Anya has fair skill with a computer, and mild ability to hack into electronic systems. "You call [I]that[/I] a password??"

Sticks and Stones: Anya has been learning how to build things, and has a basic understanding of how to make things fit together. "So... If I put this to that, then...."

Your Lie:
Anya was born in small town, middle of nowhere, "I don't remember the fucking name, you twat" over in the most backwoods place you can imagine.

Her life was... Drab. Boring. She excelled in physical activities, raised and rode horses, hunted, fished, and worked on a farm. And she. Hated. Every. Day.

As soon as she was legal, Anya left for the city. A few years as a stuntwoman, a few months as a parkour exhibitionist, she jogged from job to job.

Eventually she managed to land a security job, which provided training, and she kept it. She made a name for herself. You didn't fuck with Anya Pharmercy or you went to the pharmacy for the meds when you got out of the emergency room.

A private contract came her way when she was 26, and she began her work as a bodyguard for a certain Sonika Treyk, a wealthy woman. For years Anya protected this woman, stopping assassination attempts, muggins, greedy photographers...

But Anya couldn't protect her own feelings. As the months turned into years, Anya fell in love with Sonika, and at the age of 33 confessed as much to the younger woman. 

Spurned, her rage consumed her and Anya strangled Sonika until the woman was unconscious before throwing the woman's limp body from the penthouse roof, dozens of stories up.

From there, Anya went in the run. Threatening, injuring, bribing, and killing anyone she needed to in order maintain her freedom. The police wouldn't touch her, and no one was left to seek revenge against her or wanted to do such.

Now she travels the country, looking for the next thing to satisfy the hole in her heart.

Your Truth: 
Life is a lie, but only if you let it be.

Theme Song: 

Misc: I accept these terms and conditions. Surprise, motherfucker!
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