Status: (Getting) Busy in Valesport
Name: Nadine Pascal-Said
Known Aliases: Dean, Dino, Nads, Naddy, Adia
Age: 25
Sex: ♀
Gender: ♀
Sexuality: ∞
Height: 1.63 meters
Weight: < 46 kg
Species/Ethnicity: Homo Sapiens, Iranian/Creole
Skin Color: #967054
Eye Color: #5dc669
Hair Color: #000000
Known Affiliations: Said Family, B.A.M.F., Archibald Jackson, The Cult of Lilut, Prince Sado Atahualpa, Maahes, Ji-Hun “Mozz” Kim, Jedidiah Lee, Wilhelmina Moore, Ran Fujimiya, Smokey, Lokas Samandar, Grayson Crawford
Marital Status: Potentially Polygamous, Widowed
About:
Dean is just your usual, Black-Iranian couchsurfing hipster. She likes good music and shitty beer, she doesn't give a fuck about nerd shit but she probably still knows more about it than anyone else in the room. She likes putting her life on other people's tabs and skipping town before her debts can get called in.
As a melanin-enriched female who likes to sleep around, she knows better than to fuck with weird shit. She's seen horror movies. She knows how that goes.
That does not mean she will not fuck weird shit. She is xenophilic by nature, she loves the new and the strange and the novel. Sometimes this means trying new food. Sometimes this means riding a dragon. Sometimes this means fucking a mummy. Shit happens. She rolls with it.
As a general rule, she keeps her full name to herself. It is entirely possible that she has technically been a missing person for at least ten years. She also never technically left that cult.
She makes her lies sound like the truth and her truths sound like lies, and she neither talks nor thinks about the past. Still, some things leave their mark. She has scars, though she's covered them in lewd tattoos. She doesn't care for ravens. Sometimes she watches the sky for scales. Sometimes she remembers blonde hair and brain matter. Her sleep is always dreamless.
As a melanin-enriched female who likes to sleep around, she knows better than to fuck with weird shit. She's seen horror movies. She knows how that goes.
That does not mean she will not fuck weird shit. She is xenophilic by nature, she loves the new and the strange and the novel. Sometimes this means trying new food. Sometimes this means riding a dragon. Sometimes this means fucking a mummy. Shit happens. She rolls with it.
As a general rule, she keeps her full name to herself. It is entirely possible that she has technically been a missing person for at least ten years. She also never technically left that cult.
She makes her lies sound like the truth and her truths sound like lies, and she neither talks nor thinks about the past. Still, some things leave their mark. She has scars, though she's covered them in lewd tattoos. She doesn't care for ravens. Sometimes she watches the sky for scales. Sometimes she remembers blonde hair and brain matter. Her sleep is always dreamless.
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Stories:
A Series of Bad Decisions [thread] | Nic Fit [NSFW, Werepoodle AU] | Bad Decisions Are Contagious [NSFW] | Accidental Intermittent Roommates [NSFW] | Unicorn Hunting | Consequences