<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Florica (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)</strong></span><br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>"Were I the <strong>gypsy witch</strong> that you say, mayhap you must needs mind your tongue lest I boil it into a stew."</em></span><br/><br/><strong>A silver-tongued sorceress with dragon's blood and selfsame temperament.</strong></div><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Born with the gift of magic, as was her mother before her, Florica was destined from birth for greatness among her people. Dragonblood ran through her veins, as it had for generation upon generation of her family's matriarchs. Marked by her red hair, a rarity among the Rhennee, she was taken under her mother's wing as a child and taught both how to harness her draconic magic, as well as how to be a leader among their people. Part of these lessons involved learning to interact with outsiders when the situation called for it. She learned never to take them for their word, to always be cautious around them, and over time developed quite the talent for lying to and even threatening outsiders in order to keep her and her own safe. For when even her silver tongue failed, she learned to use bend flame to her will.<br/><br/>Over time she grew overly confident of her ability to handle outsiders, and began to push her luck when dealing with them. Eventually this would lead to tragedy, as a series of unfortunate incidents provokes the locals of a region her people were passing through into blind anger. Truthfully, much of the misfortune had little to do with them, but the locals held them in suspicious contempt from the start, and Florica's thinly-veiled contempt for them did little to assuage their suspicion. Their boat-homes were attacked in the dead of night by an angry mob, with blood spilled in great tolls on both sides. Though a mage she was, Florica was hardly a master, and as hard as she fought, soon found the tide of battle turning against her. When all hope seemed lost, a deafening roar broke through the din of battle. A great red dragon tore through the ranks of their attackers, burning men alive in droves. The locals fought back against the beast, but before long were forced to flee in terror. Only once the last had retreated, did her mother retake her human form, weary and weakened from using such powerful magic.<br/><br/>In the aftermath of the incident, her people were left bloodied and dwindling, with many dead. Talks were made of dispersing, or perhaps seeking to join with others of their own kind. One common topic of discourse, however, was that the current line of matriarchs had driven them to the brink of ruin. Her and her mother were no longer welcome. To compound matters, her mother soon fell ill, never fully recovering from the exertion of just how deeply she had tapped into the power of their draconic blood. Cast off from their people, they traveled with only each other, until eventually her mother succumbed to her illness and left her alone. Embittered, Florica nevertheless held great power in her blood, and knew full well she could make her way in the world by plying those talents for coin. So began her career as a mage-for-hire, adventurer, and occasional swindler.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Florica is not one to mince words without purpose, though that purpose may not always be plain to others. She is suspicious of strangers, and rarely forthcoming with the truth. As such, she can be viewed as a woman of secrets, a mystery to most any party she finds herself in. Her first instinct in most situations is to bluff or intimidate her way through any obstacle, though she can be quick to anger when she feels she has been slighted or looked down upon. While she is not without a heart, nor incapable of selflessness, she has come to view the world rather cynically, and as such often seeks to look after herself first and foremost. Any who manage to find their way through her cold exterior may be surprised by what they find, though none have yet managed.<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Florica greatly prefers women, though she is not entirely averse to the idea of being with a man. Her experience so far has been purely with women, though none of it serious. Her distant nature has kept her from forging any lasting relationships, and she has left no shortage of broken hearts in her wake. In general she is quick to bed someone she finds attractive, but just as quick to leave them behind the first chance she gets. One could view her as somewhat liberated in regards to interests, as easily able to enjoy a vanilla tumble in the hay as some playful use of restraints. In truth, she has little preference for who wears the restraints, but in practice her trust issues make her quite unwilling to place herself in such a vulnerable situation with others.