[center][h1][color=6495ED]Anya Ngo[/color][/h1][/center]
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Anya had woken up at the buttcrack of dawn. Between last call at the bar and having to help out with orientation at Gringore, sleep was never an option for her. Despite that, Anya is still excited to see new faces at the academy. It was just only in the last year did Anya and her sister Amari move to Nowhere. In that time, the Ngo sisters had a bit of a reputation for themselves. For starters, they opened up a trendy bar in town called the [i]"Tipsy Dragon"[/i]. 

Anya wants to say that the place is popular for her killer drinks and karaoke nights she hosts. Unfortunately beneath all of the glamor is the business Amari truely wants to run. For the past century or so, there's been a rise in demand for dragon's blood after a few of them learned how to make a hard drug out of it; Zauberblut is the official name for it with DB being the street name.

At the beginning the drug was nearly just as deadly as injecting pure dragon's blood into you. The only difference is, Zauberblut gave you that insane high and rush. But now with improvements and trials, the process of it now, when done correctly- is as 'safe' as it will ever get. Now Amari herself has entered into the trade, starting out in the town of Nowhere; a place where DB hasn't fully hit the streets just yet. 

Amari had [s]guilt tripped [/s]convinced Anya to come along since she needed all the help she could get. By "help", Amari meant for Anya to run the front of the business while she ran the back. 

Flashfoward to today, by evidence of Anya's bags beneath her eyes, things were going smoothly. As orientation came to an end, Anya still had to stick around and answer any questions (that had already been answered) from students (who were not paying attention the first time around). She looks around at the lively scene and wonders if any of her friends were also here, or anyone she knows for that matter of fact. 

It was then orange flyers fluttered down on them. Anya manages to reach out and snag one, seeing that it detailed a costume party at The Shack. All she could think of is that if Amari got a whiff of this, she'd make Anya and a few of her guys go just to sell some DB to the supernatural youths of Nowhere. A small wrinkle formed at the base of her forehead as she let the paper fall to the ground. 

Anya sighs and walks away, she wonders if she'd ever have time to get in on the social scene a lot more, join some clubs even. For now, karaoke night was about as much fun as she could get in this town.