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[b][color=9421FF]Penne Rosa[/color]
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[color=gray] Female [/COLOR] | [color=gray] 20 [/COLOR] | [color=gray] Lorenzia 
Scion of[/COLOR] [color=gray][b]Shadow[/b][/color][/CENTER][CENTER][SUP]_______________________________________________[/SUP]
[color=gray][i]"Sir Argyll there has been an incident."[/i][/color]
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[center][h3][i][color=#951bff]"Hi yes hello."[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
[b][color=#951bff]Holy Sigil Location[/color][/b]
[indent]Base of the neck, like jewelry. Also faintly visible on her shadow.[/indent]
[b][color=#951bff]Appearance[/color][/b]
[color=FFFFFF][indent]While not particularly intimidating, there’s a distinctiveness to Penne. A smidgen under average height, rather wiry, and quite pale for someone from a place as sunny as Lorenzia. She has the big, bright eyes of a startled deer, or a particularly attentive spider that tend to glue themselves to the face of whoever she speaks to. 

Her aesthetic tastes tended towards gothic even before her ascension to scionhood, with a wardrobe that walks somewhere between Rodion utility and Rosarian streetwear.[/indent][/color]
[b][color=#951bff]Personality[/color][/b]
[indent]Penne is possessed of what many people would describe as a discomfiting presence. She’s blunt, with a habit of staring, but what might appear as empty-headed gawking is, in fact, a critically observant nature. Penne is generally quite friendly, and also endlessly curious about most things. She retains information like a sponge—which is to say, impressively effective, but dense. 

That curiosity does, unfortunately, bleed into gullibility. It’s not that she believes everything she’s told, but she just likes to be [i]sure[/i]. She’s aware enough to understand when she’s being taken advantage of, usually, if not after the fact, but that hasn’t stopped her from being convinced into trying horrible foods, or sticking her tongue to frozen light poles. 

Then of course there’s the crime. 

For better or for worse, Penne has never blanched at violence. She’s not a soldier, nor does she have any kind of training; her only tool is spontaneity, she just happens to wield it well. Her brutality comes seldomly, but when it does it’s swift, cold, and thorough. If you’re ever wondering whether the glint in her eyes is a question forming, or a sign she’s about to swing for your kneecaps, you could always ask—she’d probably just tell you.[/indent]
[b][color=#951bff]Biography[/color][/b]
[indent] The Rosa family is old, established, and depending on who you ask, they’re either saints possessed of peerless virtue, or racketeering thugs with a boot planted on the necks of the common folk, and a hand twisting the balls of the nobility. Two generations ago, they sided against the tyrant scion Yusef Zente, giving aid to the hero that bested him, and took the opportunity to integrate themselves into the country’s economic backbone in the following years. 

Now, you can’t throw a stone in Lorenzia without hitting a business owned, operated, or protected by the Rosas. Especially in the cities, everyone seems to know someone who owes someone who works for them. Restaurants get their food from Rosa-sponsored farms, delivered on Rosa-owned trucks, fueled by gas, electricity, or mana siphoned from power companies propped up by loans from banks funded by Rosa investments, paying rent to Rosa landlords. Where most families have trees, the Rosas have orchards. 

They are, of course, not the only big fish in the pond. Lorenzia has no shortage of noble families vying for power and influence, and the two quickest, easiest ways to get it are through politics, and war. The Rosas, ever unconventional, never meddled much in either. 

Until twenty years ago, when Penne was born to Bavette Rosa, youngest son of the family’s head, Orzo. While Bavette’s older siblings dug their fingers into the well-worked pies of the country’s economy, he turned his attention, as well as his factories and his workforce towards the ceaseless conflicts on the Rodion border. 

By the time Penne was ten, the Rosas were supplying a startling amount of weapons and ordinance to the Rodion military, who seemed more than happy to outsource the boring, logistical side of warfare to their industrious neighbors. It was dangerous, both physically and financially, and it worked. The Rosas had cornered a market untapped by their competition. 

At fifteen, Penne spent just as much time in Rodion as she did in Lorenzia, shadowing her father as he ingratiated their family with the Rodion brass. She was a dutiful daughter, if odd, and if something needed doing, she never hesitated. Loyalty was everything, after all. As she grew older, her involvement with the family necessitated involvement with its less than overtly legal affairs. Sit ins with friends and business partners were sprinkled with sit ins with overdue debtors and rivals. Penne learned about extortion in all its forms; blackmail, bribery, torture. She learned how to find out what hurt people enough to make them do what you want, and when that didn’t work, she learned how to keep a body weighed down underwater, how long it took pigs to eat through bone, and how to throw dogs off the scent of rot. 

Karma struck in her twentieth year, though in which direction is unclear. First she was cursed with seemingly no explanation, and then, shortly thereafter, she ascended to scionhood. Unfortunately this did nothing for the dark magic slowly eating away at her life, and so she continues to wither, slowly but surely, until one day she assumes, she’ll probably just crumple over and turn to dust. 

And so now Penne presents an issue: on the one hand, a scion with direct ties to organized crime should be concerning ethically, spiritually, and practically; on the other, how much trouble can she really cause before the curse inevitably kills her?

Naturally, there’s only one way to find out.
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[b][color=#951bff]Weapon of Choice[/color][/b]
[indent]Penne is not a fighter, but she’s familiar with getting behind people who are.[/indent]
[b][color=#951bff]Misc.[/color][/b]
[list][*][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIYlSJPMQ38]theme or something[/url]
[*]Penne loves music, and though she can’t play an instrument to save her life, she’s a wonderful dancer.
[*]Penne is an enthusiastic polyglot, fluent in Lorenzian, Rodion and of course Estoran, and is conversational in Rosarian and Doumercan.[/list]
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