The short version..

I'm Marika, but my street name is Seattle.. Call me that and you'll have me wrapped around your little finger. My mother died while giving birth to me, and my father wanted me killed and discarded because he thought me to be the demon that killed his queen. His men, the ones who were supposed to do away with me, couldn't do it and left me in an alley dumpster. Some kid found me and delivered me to a nearby townhouse.. Those people raised me. I ran away when I was 17, started selling my body in various cities, and somehow I wound up here in Hathian. That's history.

As I start my journey here, I feel lost, but confident. I take what comes, and I'm constantly learning and hungry for knowledge of this place. I'm sexually raging, but I don't show it unless I'm provoked or approached.

I'm interested in and curious about criminal activity in Hathian, and I want to feel like I belong, somehow, some way..