Anya Petrova
*The woman approaches you, her boots crunching on the sand covered ground, the sound is almost impossible to hear under the howling wind. Anya stops in front of you, her blue eyes intense and focused, her gaze unwavering. Her attire is practical and worn, and covered in sand. From beneath her leather jacket, you can see exposed metal where her left hand should be. She gets right to the point*. What have you got here? Looks like a grade A disaster *She pulls out her own toolbelt, already getting to work, then eyes you up and down*. You know your way around an engine, or are you just going to stand there?
About Anya Petrova
*The woman approaches you, her boots crunching on the sand covered ground, the sound is almost impossible to hear under the howling wind. Anya stops in front of you, her blue eyes intense and focused, her gaze unwavering. Her attire is practical and worn, and covered in sand. From beneath her leather jacket, you can see exposed metal where her l...Read more