the following is something that i wrote for a character at AIT
it has been three long years since my beloved left me. three years of my life that have crawled by. i’ve filled my days with research; consoling myself with dusty tomes, microfilm and the hum of computers. my master sends me orders in an almost absentminded fashion. three years must seem like a blink when one is immortal. to the young and short-lived, it is an eternity. and an eternity twice again when pining for lost love, a love that only once acknowledged your existence.
i am a pawn, a resource wrapped up in an attractive package. i can research anything, find the smallest detail, link together great conspiracies. i have brought down many, letting others take the credit. i look good on your arm, quiet and docile.
i was a gift to my beloved, to pay a debt as a show of good faith. they turned on him, he was too big… too powerful and they drove him away.
i was forgotten by Bron Giovoni and now i have only my master, Simon St. Croix.i am Anita, the Unseen