User:Attica
History
An early life spent scraping through deep shadows of Ala Mhigo taught Attica and her caregiving sister Quinn a fine lesson in the mechanics of the world. It taught them that food and moments of peace were things best stolen at dawn. It taught them that supposedly kind men didn't need to have wandering eyes to expect certain payments for favors. Attica learned too, not to ask her sister what had happened to their parents or why they spent their lives moving and running and stealing. The questions eventually shriveled in the shadow of necessity, their minds, the both of them, focused solely on the impossible task of survival. The years moved on meaningless, measured by the slow dawning of the harvest festival and the looming threat of blossoming beauty on their bodies. Disguising themselves as urchin boys, for some years more they evaded the new threats of hungering noblemen and the ever-present pimps until everything changed.
Ala Mhigo was burning. Fear and terror. Tears of frustration to have survived so long only to be shot or enslaved by ... who? Garleans? It didn't matter. They were marching through the streets, a thunderstorm of boot heels and black powder. They were showing their strength to anyone that still had fight in their arms and 'Ala Mhigan' in their hearts. The time had come that being a boy was more dangerous than being a young girl. So they changed themselves again. Attica took her skills at people to the new masters of the house. The tavern halls were filled with them, black coats with gunblades on their hips. It didn't matter how they dressed or how their swords worked. They were men, and they liked to drink, and they liked when Attica flirted with them. Ala Mhigans were all trash under Garlemald's boot, and for once Attica and Quinn could bathe in the delicious feel of equality. It was a hellish occupation for most citizens of Ala Mhigo, but for those two sisters it was a chance at ascension. It was the chance they'd been waiting for.
With a few Garlean coins, they two began a small industry amongst the chaos of New Ala Mhigo's burgeoning black market for fresh water and medical supplies. Those few coins became pockets full. Those pockets became chests. The resistance died a slow, agonized death that still gasps, groping blindly at an empty bedside that Attica and Quinn have long since abandoned. There was more money to be made. A new audience had introduced itself. Refugees. Those same wealthy faces that had sneered at them were now mottled in shit and humility in equal doses. How perfect was this? Yes. We'll help you get through the Black Shroud. We'll help you get down to Thanalan.
A girl could make a good living moving people across that fluctuating border. A girl could make a good living indeed.
Attica is a coyote. She's a human trafficker specializing in smuggling people in and out of Garlean controlled territory. She has contacts in the black markets of Ala Mhigo, Gridania and Ul'dah specifically those involved with human exploitation. She cares little for the fate of Ala Mhigans in particular, enjoying the idea of them being ostracized and taken advantage of in Ul'dah by the monetarists. She's not a stranger to smuggling contraband to or from the conquered territories, and often does it as a means of making quick (if risky) money. She has contacts on the Garlean side of the border as well, corrupt officers and soldiers alike.
