((Hope it's not too terribly late for me to hop in. Just one character for now, though others might pop in depending on how things work out.))<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Name:</span>Martini Silverspoon (Group affiliation unknown)<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Player:</span>Manic Maxwell<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Age:</span>28<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Species:</span>Ferret/Human<br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Brief Description:</span>An attractive and mysterious woman. She stands at a fit 5’5”, and her most unique features are her seafoam-green eyes and the set of horizontal bands of alternating light and dark fur running along her exposed midsection, which along with the normal sway of her hips when she walks gives her entire torso a seductive, slithering illusion of movement. She likes to wear midriff-exposing tops for exactly that reason. Those in the underground circles may be aware of her name and her calling card (a blank business card with the slight watermark of a martini glass), but the reason for her presence in Germaine (if there is such a reason) is unknown.<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/>“Far worse than I imagined…what a bad idea this turned out to be,” Martini muttered to herself, currently sitting on the floor behind the counter of a decimated perfume boutique. She felt the rumble of Xylath’s tentacles moving around underground, hearing the somewhat distant sound of one bursting forth from the ground. She opened a small backpack, pulling out a notebook and paging through a few of its contents before putting it away again. After another sigh she gathered her gear together and made her way to the back exit of the store. She resolved to herself that somebody was going to pay for the mess of a city that she’d ended up in, one way or another. She cracked the door just slightly, clearing her path down the empty back alley, and exited, walking with urgency but without panic. Dangerous situations were not unknown to Martini, but one look at her attire would show that she wasn’t much for soldiering.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I'm taking a vacation in Baja after this is done with,</span>she mused to herself.