Does it really matter where it came from?
Social Rank: 8
Concept: Feisty Quartermaster
Marital Status: Unmarried
Hair Color: Golden Brown
Eye Color: Olive Green
Skintone: Warm Caramel
Description: Leggy and lean, this woman bears the warm complection of southern climes. Warm caramel skin and golden brown hair play up the olive green of her almond eyes, and her features are pleasantly placed with a straightforward type of femininity. Molded cheekbones anchor her face, matched with a strong, graceful jaw and a delicately cleft chin. Her build is saved from rangy by virtue of a gentle curviness that softens her long lines.
Personality: More than a little bit of a spitfire, Giada's feisty, dry sense of humour guides almost everything she does. Irrepressible spirits tend her towards gallows humour and cheery if sarcastic encouragement. She's capable of being serious and frequently is as the situation demands, and she has a dogged determination towards her occupation. She's no delicate feminine flower, but a proud and spirited Lycene woman.
Background: Born to a humble merchant family in Lenosia, Giada was raised quick to understand that money makes life possible in the city. She was a quick student, picking up tricks and tips with alacrity. She was, however, too independent to stay at home, contented to run a market stall. She started branching out into other business ventures, eventually finding her way towards marketing her services to various mercenary outfits that would pass through to resupply. Their stories awakened a wanderlust in her that had probably been there all along, and she travelled with one of the companies to Arx. There, she came across a recruitment drive for The Redwood Mercenary Company, and they needed a quartermaster. She didn't even hesitate. So now she's in Arx and gainfully employed, looking forward to the next challenge.
|Aelgar||Hard to get to know is the impression, but the raccoon opens a door without her giving up any of her reserve. I felt there was a lot to learn and a need to keep some distance, but also like it was okay to be in the conversation with her.|
|Ajax||Oh, Giada. Whatever am I going to do with you? Oh, wait. I know exactly what I will do with you.|
|Alessandro||A bold claim -- but all things considered, is likely to be backed up by fact.|
|Alexio||A good woman and business comrade from the Lyceum, Lenosia to be precise; she's quite the superb haggler. I hope to become as good as her one day.|
|Athaur||An astute memory and a taste for good company|
|Braden||A trainer of fat raccoons?|
|Elfriede||An incredibly gorgeous woman dressed to match such mark. And that, makes me jealous.|
|Evaristo||Streetsmart and clever, knows her way around the Lowers, clearly - and has a mind for business. I like her!|
|Fiora||Some react to the unknown by trying to make it more palatable to them. Some just.. don't.|
|Kaia||A Lycene; she seems nice! Polite and approachable; she has an adorable raccoon!|
|Keyser||Trouble. No, not the raccoon. The girl.|
|Martino||Met her casually lounging in the Hundred Cities Inn with her racoon. Fortunately this is a recording of my thoughs of her, and not the beast. She is friendly, respectful of Nobility and clearly one with some interesting stories I suspect. The trash panda? Ew.|
|Petal||A military merchant who sounds smart and is likely very talented.|
|Ras||She's got a fat raccoon and uh... talks to it. It seems to talk back. Anyway, there's somethin about her that's just, I dunno... cool, I guess.|
|Selene||The gentle current hides very deep waters. I look forward to getting to know her, for I suspect we might have many interesting matters to discuss.|
|Tescelina||Her companion, Trouble, is a splendid gentleman and a lover of cookies. She herself is a shrewd business woman whom I suspect will earn my business.|
|Vayne||Intriguing conversation. It's gratifying to hear from people who want to be involved in the business of the Shrine. I am confident she'll fit in well.|
|Vitalis||Oh, how a stray word will render a pragmatic comment into something quite graphic. One can hope that Braden's balls will neither bounce nor explode messily.|