::more calmly:: Well then since that is clear do sit down and we will chat. ::she points to the chairs across from her....divination items covering the table between them::

You may not know but I am pure gypsy... my family traces back through the centuries...to the Renaissance, a time when we entertained in the royal courts, highly renown for our wondrous illusions and quick wit.

::smiling with pride:: Ahh.... even before this .... during the middle ages... we traveled between Europe and the Far East and became well established in the underground marketplace...if your kind needs some thing you always have come to us. ::softly laughing::

My lineage traces back farther yet to the ancient world of Eqypt and India where once again our ability to charm and entertain the gaje won us favor, fame and fortune. ::looking directly into their eyes:: How many of YOU can trace your blood lines back that far?! And u call us trash...rabble...trying to run us out of your cities! Haa!!! ::spits on the floor very close to their feet::

My family has always known and accepted what yours denied and hid from...that there are wondrous powerful creatures that we share exsistance with. I knew of the tumnimos since the time I was a child and never feared it. We have lived together symbioticaly over the years. Our blood connecting us.

My mother, and hers, and hers before her, have all been gifted with the second sight...we know things u can not imagine. I too am marked. ::she slowly lifts her hair and reveals a cresant moon on the nape of her neck:: Perhaps you do have reason to fear us after all ::smirking:: Ahh but I digress.

My father was a powerful Baro and our kumpania very large. My first two decades where filled with the sights and sounds and experiences that only our kind of lifestyle allows. I was happy and free. Learning and developing my special gift from my mother, under the protective loving eye of my father. But over the next few years things changed...a true monster was loose and his filthy hands began to change all our lives. If there was ever a souless creature it was he! ::her features contort recalling all the horrors she has seen:: This madman and his family began hunting mine...finding us one at a time ...torturing then killing us... no matter where we moved he followed. And all because we lived with and protected our Shilmulo!

We were forced to separate...fleeing for safely wherever we could find it....I never saw most of them again... ::her eyes begin to fill with tears:: Well....enough of that...::voice trails off into silence::

Broken apart and weak as we were, we became victims of Kindred attacks also. You see not only do we know too much about you but our blood is...sweet and very strong. Beyond the ability to resist I am told. ::she cautiously reaches to touch the dagger strapped to her thigh for assurance:: With my parents, brothers and sisters all gone my Shilmulo took me into hiding with him. Alone I was vulnerable... an easy target...but when we are together I fear almost nothing. We have stayed on the move for a very long time. Both because it is our nature but also looking and searching for any traces of our family. Recently we went thru Chicago, New York...even DC but found nothing.

Lately we have been seeking out other Rom and trying to reestablish a Kumpania. But with that madman on our heels many have shied away from us... not wanting to feel his wraith. In desperation we left the states and continued to seach abroad. That brought us to Scotland and for a while we were safe. But his arm reaches far and once again he tracked us down. And once again we had to spit up. Myself and a small group headed back to the states and laid tracks for the Pacific Northwest...the place they call the Emerald City. I don't mind the travel...actually the road is more my home than anyplace else...but what I detest is being tracked like prey by this rapid dog!

I believe all of life is a lession and this is what iI've learned so far... trust very few and stay close to your own for no one is what they seem on the surface. Thus I will gratefully serve my Dark Angel and those I call family, til my dieing day. For they have stood the test of time and blood! ::boldly looking directly at them her eyes flashing with defiance::

Well that is more than enough information about me. ::hands out her business cards:: I would love to get to know YOU better. Do come and see me...ask around you'll hear that I am honest and fair...and the price is always negotiable. ::becoming very sweet and superfical::

::she stands to leave...stops... turns and looks back :: One last thing...the past is only useful as something to learn from...my life here begins now....new...fresh. I will not do to you what has been done to me...I hold few prejudices and prejudgements....treat me fairly and I will you. Do otherwise and .....well...::smiles softly:: be warned.

Be well friends and enjoy the night. ::her long silk skirt softly swishes as she turns and leaves::