St. Martial. If there were ever a dark analogue to Las Vegas, this island was it, for in the Rogue Isles, laws were lax to say the least. Here, the security and police could care less about trafficking, gambling, and other crimes unless they interfered with the flow of money. Here, dark deeds were quite natural amidst flashing signs and bright lights. For those with money and the strength or smarts to keep it or get it into their wallets, it could be a paradise...assuming they steered clear of the Tsoo and their racketeering, the Freakshow and their anarchy, the Wailers and Succubi that lurked in dark corners, and the Carnival of Shadow's alluring women and festivities.<br/><br/>Alva wasn't such a woman. She leapt into it all willingly for such was the life of a Rogue. Though a good person at heart, she was just as likely to commit a crime as she was to stop one. She liked to fashion herself as a female Robin Hood of sorts...maybe it was because she used to play 'hero' alongside Wyvern agents for a time. But then again, she hardly met a side she didn't try to play in some fashion.<br/><br/>The truth of the matter was that she was addicted to danger and the rush that came with using her talents and powers to come out on top. Acrobatics, martial arts, the poisonous thorns she could push up through her skin at will, her control over the weather around her, and her uncanny knack for eluding capture were all things that let her live for longer than reckless fools ought to.<br/><br/>In past times, she tempered that addiction to thrillseeking with a desire to live and continue indulging for a long life. Lately though, her daredevil antics have grown with her powers. Finding a kindred spirit to share her love of living on the edge with has only made her more bold. Bold enough to mess with the flow of money in St. Martial...<br/><br/>Her latest stunts made her the enemy of a powerful Family Capo and now here she was interfering with money once more. She received a tip that the Freakshow were planning to hit up a bank with assets held by the Family and Cage Consortium...a tip proven true as she rushed towards the scene and began to hear alarms and panicked shouts in the distance.<br/><br/>She glanced up at the overcast sky for a moment and shook her head. With all the robberies that went down in the Rogue Isles, it was a wonder that folks placed their money into banks at all. But then again, there was nothing preventing burglars and crooks from stealing it from homes and pockets, which they frequently did.<br/><br/>"<em>If you don't have the strength to protect it, then you don't deserve to have it.</em>" These words were like a mantra in the Rogue Isles but in the case of these citizens, she had the strength to protect 'them' and so she would. She and her partner in crime...<em>fighting</em>. "Let's give them some strength." Nevermind the fact that she intended to procure a hearty bit of the cash for herself and her partner.<br/><br/>They arrived just in time to witness a crowd of citizens fleeing the bank in terror with a trio of Freakshow hot in pursuit. One was lucky enough to be a hair away from the swipe of one's massive hammer-arm and he jumped as the drugged, augmented nut wedged what once once a hand into the asphalt. Another wasn't so lucky and she was pushed down by her fellow citizens in their frenzied rush.  A blade-armed Freak rushed at her with sadistic glee only to howl in pain and drug-induced pleasure as his foot was impaled to the ground with a giant, poisonous spike.<br/><br/>"Come on." Alva said to the woman as she helped her up with one hand while more spikes jutted out from the other.