Many faces of Iryna

[peasantofmanyfaces]

a. a cow on deck

Today on the deck of one of the boats of Flotsam a brown cow with dark spots is gazing soulfully out across the ocean. She's positively lost in waving the waves slowly undulate, or at least it almost seems like that. Then she turns at your approach and speaks, "Isn't the ocean interesting? There wasn't anything like this sight back on the farm."

b. the scarred woman

Iryna, as her alias 'Scar' had been making inroads into the seedy underbelly of Empire society while she kept her ears open working as an informant buying and selling information. The one-eyed scarred cat-earred woman is now taking a break in one of the many bars of Elysium, but her eyes flicker in interest as she spots someone she recognizes as a Crimson Corsair. Maybe she spotted you on the decks of Elysium or in the halls of Vault, or maybe she spotted you among the recent rescues. Or maybe you have more than passing familiarity with the shapeshifter from having worked with her before. Whatever the reason, she makes the same offer:

"A drink on me?"

c. just a serf

No one pays attention to the poorer people in Elysium, particularly a humble serf out of her element in the city while she makes a delivery of something or other, or so she's pretending, though this is the closest to her true face. Still, she's trying not to attract too much attention. So when a rough looking guy accosts her taking some drunken offense at something imagined she looks around looking for someone to rescue her from this situation. She could just transform and tear his throat out with claws. For a shapeshifter like her this isn't a large threat. However, that would attract too much attention. Even putting up a fight would break the illusion of her being a helpless serf. Which isn't desirable, especially because of the illicit cargo she's carrying hidden within her delivery. Still, she's seriously considering just hitting him over the head with her box.

((OOC: will match style))