Name: Ira<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Species: human<br/>Pred/Prey/Switch: Prey<br/>Faction: peasantry (secret livestock, sympathetic)<br/>Description/about: A nervous, 20 year old woman who grew up in this new era of fear.  As a young child she was sold as livestock to relieve a tax debt and was branded with a mark on her right shoulder indicating this.  She managed to escape at the age of 10 and make her way into the market district, working as a baker's assistant for pittance wages.  She is thankful to have survived so long, knowing that as a meal she is fair game to just about anyone who catches onto her.  Chin-length orange hair on a creamy complexion.  On a normal day of work she will wear a beige mini-dress/tunic and sandals.  While she resides in the peasant class (for now) she is sympathetic to the rebel's cause and would join in on an operation if she thought it would be for the greater good.  The owner of the bakery took her in out of sheer pity, but would not have the funds to revive her if she got eaten.  This is something Ira understands, rendering any vore with her effectively permadeath.<br/><br/>"Shhh...shh...are you hungry?"  Not for the first time, Ira was found squatting beside her bread stall in attempts to comfort a small child who lacked the sufficient funds to buy some bread.  To this, the bread girl pulled from a shelf behind her stall and ripped off a decently-sized piece to lay into the child's small hands.  It was from her own rations, so the baker couldn't be angry with her.    "Eat that and get home fast," whispered Ira, smiling as the child ran off.  She stood behind the stall to continue her workday.  She wondered if anything interesting would happen today...