Profile of Anaca

Anaca is draped in the earthen hues of her ancestors long since passed. Through her grandmother, Ryuu, Anaca inherited rust and fire, warm and hot, cloaking her pelt in russets and browns. From her grandfather, Xiuhcoatl, she inherited her swathes of black and cream, and the icy blue of her eyes. She is beautiful, but dangerous, as an adder might be. She carries the pride of the DeArc clan with the mess of the Moss. When she walks, she prowls.

Anaca has all of the traits of a classic overachiever: smart, cunning, calculating, quick-witted. She is a perfectionist at her core, accepting only the best from herself and holding others around her to that same standard. Mistakes simply do not happen. If they do, then they cannot be her fault. She would not let herself stoop so low.

Her devotion lies only with herself and her own survival. She has spent most of her life feeling neglected, and in adulthood, she has found ways to take care of herself without the help of anyone else. She is independent to a fault, often rejecting emotional connections with others, and is deeply mistrustful. She does not inherently believe in good people. She expects the worst.

Despite this intense and callous demeanor, however, Anaca's core yearns for something more. When she allows herself to dwell on it, she misses the thought of her family together. She misses the thought of being loved. She misses the opportunities she should have had. She yearns for a life she never got to have -- and falls into bitterness that it was stolen from her.

Trauma and pain. That had been Anaca's existence. Her father, Baol, was not around often enough to pick up the pieces that her mother, Sinead, shattered. And shattered. And shattered... When Sinead was murdered died, Anaca felt nothing but a cold type of relief. This detachment drove a wedge between she and her brother, Belfast. They had not been the closest to begin with, and he could not understand why she hated her tormenter mother so. Eventually, the strain was just too much. There was nothing good to be gained from staying. So, seeking her own salvation, Anaca fled.

Unbeknownst to her, both she and Belfast headed north, but not together. Anaca arrived in the Highlands and began assimilating into a new culture. She kept to herself, working to put food on her own table. But the Jacobite cause called to her -- the rebelliousness of it, the anger of the citizens who believed their kingdom had been stolen from them. She could certainly identify with that. That is how she threw her lot in with the Jacobites, but this is not where her story ends. It is just beginning.

For a more complete history, see Belfast.