((OOC:  Whoops.  didn't realize the RP was already starting!))<br/><br/>Name: ... goes by "Santi" usually.<br/>Age: 26<br/><br/>Description:  Santi is a human woman, with no apparent half-breed traits.  She stands about 5 feet and 7 inches in height.  She has silky black hair that reaches the small of her back and stunning dark green eyes, perhaps the only hint that there might have once been some kind of non-human ancestor somewhere in her family's past.  Athletic and somewhat curvaceous (uncouth young males might say "C-cup"), she is nimble and has good balance but is not really a fighter.<br/>Santi has a curious tattoo on her body, in the small of her back, visible just below where her hair reaches.  The tattoo, not very large, is of a snake forming a circle, eating its own tail.  Oddly enough in the space encircled by the snake is the number "238."<br/><br/>Intelligence/skills/other:  Santi isn't stupid; in fact if anything she thinks entirely too much when she should just go with the flow of things.  On the other hand she is uneducated, having never attended any form of school, and while she remembers a short life in the slums, there is a period of her life from about the age of sixteen to about a year ago --- so nine years, as she is 26 years old as far as she can remember --- that, well, is a blur.  She remembers that she was locked up for most of that time, and knows she got her tattoo while incarcerated, but much of what happened in that place --- a place she might not even be able to find if she tried --- is a big question mark.  All she knows is that she still wakes in cold sweats from nightmares of the place, half-real memories that fade as soon as she wakes.<br/>Santi isn't what you would call brave.  She is more likely to run from a fight or hide and cower than she is to do battle of any sort, be it an argument or a life-or-death situation.  This isn't to say she won't fight to her last breath if in dire peril.  While she will certainly try to defend herself, her physical skills and combat abilities are limited at most.  About the best chance she has of defending herself --- against whatever --- would likely be some form of small firearm or a crossbow --- whatever she can point and shoot.  But, one thing that might make her stand and fight, or merely assert herself, would be if a friend or loved one is threatened.<br/>She has lived day-to-day for a year now since making an escape from wherever she was incarcerated.  Jobless and fearful of the authorities, she has done some messy or unpleasant things to survive, including picking pockets, stealing food, and prostitution.  She is actually part of a group of homeless people that support each other in whatever way they can --- finding clean or secret places to squat, or good begging corners, or half-rotten food garbage bin bonanzas --- and those people would be about the closest thing to family that she has.<br/>She has an inexplicable fear of hospitals and anything else ressembling them.  However, because of her unpleasant life on the streets, she has little reticence to doing messy or unpleasant (within reason) things.  Eating half-rotten food or scouring sewers for rats to roast, for example.<br/>Santi has a strangely fast-healing body; in fact, she has no apparent scars, and while she has suffered beatings and all the injuries therein while on the streets, within an hour or two the signs seem to have all vanished.  Her friends don't make a big deal of it, though, as it is not an entirely unseen ability amongst some halfbreeds and non-human races.  If anything they tease her about it, and since she heals so fast she has even acquired a perverse taste for masochistic practices.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Vore Interests:</span>Basically, she's prey.  She'll fight to the last though.  Any kind of oral Vore is fine, even Hard Vore is fine; being raped, straight out or during voring, is neither a problem nor a necessity.  Preferably no UnBirthing, unless perhaps mysteriously shrunken, but no AssVore and/or Scat.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Goals:</span>Safety and comfort for her and her friends.  Finding out what happened to her family, and what was truly done to her.  No longer being afraid of being found and re-captured.  Identifying those that tormented her --- and gave her the Uroburos and number on her back --- and making them pay, and making sure it never happen again, to anyone.  While not a fighter usually she might well persevere with this thing, if fearfully, in an effort to stop whoever is the cause for all that testing.  In other words, any organization or corrupt ruler... if she finds someone with a common hatred for it/them, she's likely to want their help or to help them.<br/><br/>--- --- --- --- ---<br/><br/>"Mornin', luvly."<br/><br/>Santi opened her eyes and smiled even before her dark green eyes had focused on the one speaking to her.  "Morning, Terrence," she greeted in return, sleepily.  The brown-haired human youth grinned widely and reached down toward her from the edge of the bed they'd used the night before... a mite-eaten mattress they'd found a month before set on a pile of rotten planks, really.  She took his hand and groaned good-naturedly as he pulled her to a sitting position on the edge of the "<span style="font-style: italic">bed</span>."  "What time's it?"<br/><br/>"Just after dawn," Terrence said.  "I'd have just stood here watching you sleep, but you<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>say you wanted to start early today."<br/><br/>Santi grinned.  Yes, he<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>have just stared at her if she hadn't told him to wake her up... after all, she was completely nude and whatever blankets they'd used the night before had apparently been spirited away by some of the other squatters during the night.  "Well, thanks, then," she said, getting to her feet, which left her standing about five inches from his own nude form.  She stretched, thrusting out her less-than-small breasts as she curved her back inward, damn near rubbing against him.  She saw his smirk and the flush that came to his face and she smirked in return.  He was quite a bit younger than she was, and while very comfortable with her body she was well aware of its effect on young men such as himself.<br/><br/>"Got time for a quickie?"  He asked hopefully, his hands not waiting for a reply before going to her breasts.<br/><br/>"You had me<span style="font-style: italic">twice</span>last night, boy," she teased, slipping around him and out of his grip.  He let his hands fall to his sides, a slightly forlorn look n his face, but she could tell he already knew it wasn't happening at the moment.  When Santi was going to say yes, she usually said yes right away... all the men in their gang knew that.  They also knew not to insist if she said no, since once someone made her black list they never got back into her good books.  "No... I really<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>want to get started early.  Maybe later, okay?  Depends how the day goes."  She smirked.  "Maybe I'll let you tie me up or something.  Maybe."<br/><br/>Terrence smirked.  He knew she wasn't entirely kidding.  After all, with the experience Santi had earned herself in the last year or so, making more money through prostitution than any of the other girls in the gang, she was used to doing many things with her body... including letting others do things with it while she was helpless to resist.  She'd developed something of a taste for a little pain after finally realizing that she healed so very quickly...<br/><br/>"Well, okay then," Terrence said, and with complete acceptance of her decision he walked across the room to the crates the squatters used as dressers.  He pulled out a set of jeans for himself, but also something Santi herself had stolen from a clothes line the day before... one of the skin-tight body garments that were so very popular in Ratio right now.  Mostly black but with Marine Blue in the front like a one-piece swimsuit, she'd tried it on and knew she looked good in it.  Any prospective "clients" she met on the streets of Iizon would have a fair idea of what they were in for if their price was right.<br/><br/>She grinned at Terrence and slipped it on, not bothering with undergarments as she usually went without, seeing as how she couldn't steal some often, and that they didn't tend to really last long due to overwear.  She was comfortable thus, though... in fact she was more comfortable stark naked, as she had been that day she'd woken up in the sewers a year or so ago.<br/><br/>The one-piece garment in place, leaving only her head and hands exposed, she headed out of the room while Terrence, though now in jeans, flopped down onto the "bed" she'd just vacated.  In the next room she found several members of their group of squatters, and everyone greeted her with grins and waves, and not just the men.  She was well-liked here... and though she knew it was partly because she willingly bedded just about all of them, as well as partly because she had used most of her "hard"-earned cash to purchase a few amenities for everyone, she was comfortable here.  They were her family, as much so as her long-since-missing parents.<br/><br/>She swiped a handful of sizzling bacon --- she'd bought the stuff in the first place, and it had been cooked on a small gas-powered hotstove she'd bought for them --- and headed out of the abandoned building they had moved into, in Iizon's southern edge.  Her hands burned from the sizzling oil, but she grimaced a smile and held on to the food anyway.  Within a minute or so the pain had faded, as it always did.<br/><br/>She licked her fingers clean and headed north into the somewhat richer districts of the city.  With luck, since the festivities were planned for in a few days, there would be more tourists around, and more street vendors.  She'd be able to take her pick of picking pockets, taking "clients," or just swiping some good stuff from unsuspecting vendors.  She'd have to be careful, of course... but then she always was.  She hadn't gotten caught yet.<br/><br/>...not that she remembered, anyway...