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noltra-mekanicsaidAge: 29 Has an obsession with crows, ravens, and blackbirds. Family Mother: Angelina Mekanic (has a half brother she has never met or known on her father's side - secret to reveal itself in the future) Employment Secret defense technology provider for 'Anonymous' // Owns a Cannabis Club titled 'RX' Backstory A pretty face is a curse - her mother used to tell her. Life has not been picket fences and wonderous bliss. Noltra had to endure many struggles at an age when innocence youth should still be at it's peak. Her father was a dark man, possessed by multiple personality disorder, but strikingly handsome and never seeming to face reality. A mother who was too beautiful, mysterious, and lacking any real sympathy. She would manipulate and take full advantage of her fathers other 'selves'. This led to high debt, verbal and physical violence, and seeming to 'house' local authorities in the Mekanic household. In her years of maturing like that of a wild beast, born to survive from it's very first steps, she quickly became observant of surroundings and obtaining exceptional listening skills - hence not being much of a 'talker'. She enjoys other people - watching, listening, reading body languages. Fully aware how man functions and acts because of this 'hobby', she is not naive to those who only wish to do her arm. Most of the time. Living mostly in debt her young life, she learned to preserve all that she could to be comfortable. By comfortable, she means rich, filthy fucking rich, but quiet about this to all. She lives small but has a tendency to expand her pockets on big item tickets when she feels it necessary (state of the art 'Defense Technology' for 'work') Criminal History Sent to Juvenile Detention Centers for three years off and on for Theft charges between the ages of 7 and 10. Became involved with a man twice her age at 17. A man who had power, and inner demons even her father's other self, Xavier would find intimidating. But that was what turned her on. The excitement of a man in power. The rage that filled her between her legs at night and the rage that conquered in the day. He was a man that taught her the 'reality' of life. If you want something bad enough, you find a way - any way to get it. This included anything from manipulation to murder... *Note* Criminal status still continues... Enter Dead End - "A dead end was just what the doctor ordered." pondering to herself. Noltra could smell the town for miles; had heard of this place through various encounters along the way - people she had shared common walls with. She idly walks off the train and into the terminal. Looking about the space was hard based on terrible dim lighting and a thin layer of smog. Fully taking the air through her nostrils, the dirt and grime clinging to inner nasal cavities - she knows that acclimating to this enviornment will take it's toll and time on her. *Note* She's not looking for a lover(s). She is looking for a companion, something like a brother-hood between a cop and his partner. |
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