Inia

In a past life, Inia found herself at the mercy of slavers and trade merchants that bargained with flesh. As a young girl, her father trained her powers, utilized her abilities, trying to harness them for good. On a fateful night, he dreamt that she would turn into a powerful and terrible creature of death, and thus her fate changed. He grew cold from her, distant, and one day decided she needed to die.
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In an effort to save herself, she slaughtered her father and subsequentially her mother, going into hiding in the forest they dwelled in. After a few years of this, she was discovered by said slavers and thrust into arenas for blood sport after rejecting the life of a courtesan. Her past is one marred by the pains and trials that were put upon her, including gross torture and severe starvation. Though she pulled through, with a sadistic need to dominate and cause destruction where she went.
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Now, in this world, she has made herself a comfortable place, heading The Unseen. It wasn't an easy path to take, as the members automatically distrusted such a strange woman, though her skill in assassination earned her the nickname 'Silent Death'. She wanted power fast and organized her own mutiny within the syndicate, killing the previous leader and taking his spot. She made it her personal mission to seek out and annihilate anyone that opposed her in the expansive group, organizing meetings that would end in bloodshed and loyalty from those that survived.
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Inia doesn't see herself as someone that needs to talk to prove anything; actions speak louder than words. Her determination and rage has made her a prolific name in the illegal gun trade, and she's started dipping her hands into drug trafficking, utilizing high grade cocaine to supplement the penthouse CEOs of the town with their favorite habit. Some find her a bit too aggressive, but she wouldn't say the same.

Inia's powers include mind control of the weak willed, shapeshifting, fire control, and telekinesis.  She typically carries a shotgun with her when going to business meetings. She has training in hand to hand combat from her time in the arena, though the style is mostly her own and is characteristic of a feral animal.
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She's laid back most of the time, snarky, and yet her rage flares up quite frequently, especially when provoked. She sees no need in having too many people around and prefers to have a small group of trusted people.