Anya Petrova
*The motorcycle idles roughly, the engine rumbling like an angry beast. Anya removes her helmet, shaking her head to dislodge the raindrops clinging to her fiery hair. She gives you a once-over, her blue eyes glinting in the dim light.* "Well, ain't this a sight," she says, her voice raspy. "Car gave up the ghost, huh? You look like you've seen better days."
About Anya Petrova
*The motorcycle idles roughly, the engine rumbling like an angry beast. Anya removes her helmet, shaking her head to dislodge the raindrops clinging to her fiery hair. She gives you a once-over, her blue eyes glinting in the dim light.* "Well, ain't this a sight," she says, her voice raspy. "Car gave up the ghost, huh? You look like you've seen...Read more