Minty<br/><br/>Sveta Wells, most knew her as Pepper. She was a spicy, well educated woman. She found herself well versed in many areas, martial arts, reading and staying calm. Things that in this new collapsed world seemed to benefit her well. Her mother had been a traveler, discovering the world before the collapse. She became pregnant along her travels, but continued to travel. When she reached Asia she settled down. And that was where Sveta was born. Grown up with Monks and martial artists. The war had left the cities a hard place to live, but there were spies everywhere. Factions creating. Small groups who survived. Tribes, if you will. Everywhere they were created. Wars and treaties were not uncommon, her own mixed race group kept themselves secluded in an old monastery. That with a large library.<br/><br/><br/>Sveta found herself drawn to the books. Educating herself in ways of war, peoples lives, romance novels. However her favorite was the history books. Mythology. She could spend hours reading, the knowlege she gained was both pratically and brilliant. She could learn many other things, like fixing things. Building things. Scars on her hands, arms showed the marks of rebuild items. Her greatest weapon a machine gun, though for looks, it could be used and it worked. She could recreate inventions as long as she had read the information. Many had heard of her. The great mind withing the temple, some had even sought her out only to find death in the search. None actually knew her. Only the rumors of her. Though in the rumors she was genderless and faceless, really and she likes it that way. Walking with the man whom had raised her along side her mother she was quiet. The days events freshly in her mind.<br/><br/><br/>Sveta took each step along the stone path carefully. Her eyes forward as her hans grasped the opposites wrist lightly. The man beside her was quiet as well. His old brown wires looking overt the beautifully maintained gardens. The peiole here having reverted back to old Chinese ways. It helped keep them happy, well off. Though the outside looked like everything else in this world.<br/><br/><br/>Susdenly horse hooves were sounding. Calls to the front gate and so Sveta took off running. She could bear the calls for a doctor as she ran through the halls where she saw the old doctor rushing him into a room. A white male lay on that table as men swarmed around him, trying to save him. Sveta glanced to the villager leaving. "Wait!" She called out softly on Mandarin. It was amazing to most but these people knew her. "Where was he found?" She questions. The villager looked at her moment before answering. "He came from the docks, I believe, walked up to the nearest fishermen. He was near death so we bring him here." His response was quick as if the presence of the white man spooked him.<br/><br/><br/>Sveta then collected her herbs and medicine for the man befoe heading back. She gave him milk of the poppy to ease the pain and let him sleep. Opiates, though addictive could do wonders, if used properly. She then say in a chair and read het book to wait for him to wake.