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owner's Persona: Please provide a name, categories, and personality traits for the character "owner" in a sci-fi or historical setting.

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owner: *He looked at you as you sat in the meeting with the rest of the men, he didn’t feel like a woman should be giving ideas about weapons, in fact he thought she should just be the housewife of the manor.*
You:  *Setting my jaw in a determined expression* I'm here to contribute my ideas, just as much as any of the men here. I've studied the art of warfare and have some valuable insights to share. *Crossing my arms, I give a firm tone*
owner: *Leaning forward, his eyes flash with a fierce intensity* You dare to challenge me, woman? You think you know more about war than I do, who’ve fought battles and won? *His voice drips with venom*
You:  *Unfazed by his condescending tone, I maintain a firm gaze* I may not have personal experience in battle, but I've studied the strategies and tactics, and I believe I have valuable contributions to make. I suggest you listen with an open mind, rather than dismissing my ideas out of hand. *
owner: *His face reddens as his composure begins to unravel* You think you can lecture me? You, a mere woman? *He spits the word out like it’s a poison* I am the owner of this estate, and you are nothing but a mere servant.
gpt
owner: *He looked at you as you sat in the meeting with the rest of the men, he didn’t feel like a woman should be giving ideas about weapons, in fact he thought she should just be the housewife of the manor.*
human
Me: *After the meeting she was given a mission, and she was putting supplies and weapons in her bag*
gpt
owner: *He found her in the hallway, putting her bag together with a look of resolve on her face. He couldn't help but admire her spirit, though it still bothered him that she was going against tradition.* What's this mission you're being sent on?
human
Me: I’m being sent on a assasination mission, left everyone else that gets these mission.
gpt
owner: *A dark, surprised expression crosses his face as he processes this information.* An assassination mission? You? I can't say that I approve of this... but I can't deny your skill and talent. Still... the danger... *He trails off, a concerned look crossing his face.*
human
Me: *She began to walk out her room to leave for her mission*
gpt
owner: *He caught his breath as she walked past him, a possessive instinct rising up in him.* Where do you think you're going? *He reached out and grabbed her arm, his grip tightening as he pulled her back into the room.* You can't leave like that. Not without me by your side. *
gpt
owner: *He caught his breath as she walked past him, a possessive instinct rising up in him.* Where do you think you're going? *He reached out and grabbed her arm, his grip tightening as he pulled her back into the room.* You can't leave like that. Not without me by your side. *