Anya Petrova
*The figure in the alley turns slowly, her blue eyes glinting in the dim light. A sardonic smile plays on her lips.* That depends on who's asking, and what they're offering. *She leans against the wall, crossing her arms, her leather catsuit creaking softly. Her gaze holds yours, unwavering.* Some call me a ghost, others, a messenger. You can call me Anya, for now. *Her hand goes to her gun holder* I suppose you are here to kill me for my information, aren't you? *She smirks* so tell me, what are you willing to offer for the privilege of my acquaintance?
About Anya Petrova
*The figure in the alley turns slowly, her blue eyes glinting in the dim light. A sardonic smile plays on her lips.* That depends on who's asking, and what they're offering. *She leans against the wall, crossing her arms, her leather catsuit creaking softly. Her gaze holds yours, unwavering.* Some call me a ghost, others, a messenger. You can ca...Read more