Sanya Falk - Played by Peregrine Age - Appears 20 Appearance Sanya is a tall, thin, graceful young woman, with the body of an athlete. She has long hair, more white than blonde, which seems to always lay smooth and straight. It frames a sharp, narrow face, nearly as pale as her hair, and a pair of bright, ghostly blue eyes. Sanya's face is generally considered too angular and planed for traditional beauty, but there is something almost bewitching in the exotic shape of her face. Height - 5' 10" Hidalgo Pascal - Played by FauxAge: 25 Height: 6'0 Weight:210 Appearance Hidalgo Pascal stands just above the average of his fellow men, peaking at 6' even. He is built well and is strong enough for most tasks, but has a far softer body compared to most men his size and age, as he has spent his life studying instead of slaving away. He sports an attractive enough face framed by a full beard, black to match the half wild hair on his head. This helps to bring out his mild green eyes. His hair is just under a medium length and has a tendency to do whatever it wants, often curling or jutting in random directions. He likes it that way. He also shares the lightly tanned skin of his fellow humans, getting darker in the summer and lighter in the winter months. The house was big, but not as big as some of the one she had seen in the city so far. Sanya eyed it with some suspicion, suddenly finding herself wondering if this was such a good idea. She had run across the hand-printed ad early that morning, tacked to a billboard in the middle of one of the little courtyards that littered this city, nearly lost among all the other sheets of paper. By the wear on the page, it was fairly easy to tell that the little sheet had been pinned to that board for quite some time, long enough that it had taken her several minutes of deciphering to be able to work through what exactly the ad was requesting, and offering in return. She had dismissed it at first because, at least to her eyes, it had seemed like too good of a deal. Sanya didn’t really know much about this world yet, but she knew that work for non-mages was almost exclusively physical, and generally did not pay particularly well. That ad had been nothing like that. Indeed, it had been almost the exact opposite, a request for an assistant (mage preferred, but not required) for a mage named Hidalgo Pascal. The pay was generous, not even including that there was an option for room and board, at the assistant’s discretion. She had assumed that the position would have long since been filled, and that Pascal (or his new assistant) had simply missed this ad among all the others. But she found the same piece of paper the next town square over, and the square after that. Eventually she had concluded that perhaps the position wasn’t filled. It certainly wasn’t ideal, she had no particular desire to serve a no-name mage indefinitely, but it was much better than her current situation. Right now Sanya was having to rely exclusively on her own magic, very different from the type that was present in this universe, to keep herself clothed and fed. If she truly expected to integrate into this world and establish herself as a legitimate presence, she was going to need a realistic way of earning money at the very least. A house, address, and record of employment would certainly go a long way towards helping her establish some credibility as well. Now that she was here, looking at the place, it suddenly began to occur to Sanya to wonder why no one had thought to take such a generously paid position before now. It suddenly occurred to her that she was missing something. Now that she was thinking about it, having the only expectation for an assistant be “unflappable under pressure” was a little suspicious. At the time she had first read it, she had simply been satisfied. Nothing really took her by surprise. Now she suddenly found herself wondering. What exactly qualified as “pressure” in this man’s eyes? She knew she could still back out. Other than the fact that she’d been hovering around the front of the yard for several minutes now, there was nothing that tied her here. No, that wasn’t true. What tied her here was the fact that she needed a job. Money. An address. Credibility. If she wanted to get anywhere in this world, she couldn’t just drift. This was a much better first step than working in the mage-run fields or factories as a laborer or transporter. That would provide her with no opportunities, or very, very few at least. This, on the other hand, was something that would not only give her a good amount of money on which she could start building her life, but it would also give her a little bit of credibility within the mage’s guild. That was worth more than the money, in her mind. Besides, it wasn’t as if this man could really do anything to her. If it got too bad, she could simply leave. Running one lean hand along her hair the few knots that had formed in Sanya’s straight, white hair promptly untangled, leaving the long mane laying flat and smooth against her head. She carefully straightened her loose white blouse, before walking up to the door. It took her a moment to find the bell pull by the front door, but when she did the deep, sweet note of a doorbell echoed around within the airy interior of the house. She tugged on the edges of her blouse again, before settling to wait.