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Once upon a time in the distant land of New York City, there was a young girl. The girl had a brother, a mother and a father, and many more distant family members who made their home a cheery place to be in the winter season, which was when they all came to visit. The girl's mother taught ballet, and the girl's father taught literature at a local university. The girl's brother was older by a few years, and he went off to college, and later graduated, and even later became a quite fashionable photographer. Later, the girl also went to college, but she found herself more aimless than the rest of her family. Not knowing what to do with her life and on the cusp of graduation, she took her spring break alone in Washington D.C.

When she came back, she wasn't quite the same. Something had changed in her. She was colder, harder, more driven. Ambitious. The man she'd been dating noticed the change and found it attractive; it would be a useful trait for a politician's wife. She'd found the cherry trees of D.C. pleasant, though there'd been a strange cold snap when she visited and the place looked very nearly ethereal-- a temporary thing, no doubt. It would not be a bad place to work and live.

A year went by, and another, and another. The girl was no longer a girl, but a woman, and she went about her daily life with her husband, toiling toward doing good in the world. They clawed their way up through the ranks, one year after the next. The woman was barely recognizable from the girl she'd once been.

Then, after ten years, during the winter when her parents' house became merry... another girl appeared close to her family's home in New York, the spitting image of the woman as she'd been in her college years. A long lost cousin, perhaps? No. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong... but she never made it to the front door. A few others appeared and whisked her away, but not before the woman caught a glimpse of her. Her mother's favorite mirror shattered that day in a strange accident, and the woman changed again, just a little. She learned to use a gun, and she began taking late night jaunts around her own home in Washington D.C., looking for something. She would not say what, not even to her husband.

Aneira is a member of the Sun Court and arrived in the local vicinity sometime last year. She was previously part of a freehold in the Boston area and made a reasonable reputation for herself as an outrider and occasional mercenary who ran with a group that patrolled the border between worlds in that area. Some time last winter, however, a tragedy struck her motley: the Wyrd's hold grew too strong for one of her brothers-in-arms, and in his madness he killed, wounded and kidnapped in true Gentry form. Aneira speaks little of this herself, but it's no secret to anyone who might have visited Boston in the last year.

Relevant to: former motley members, other former residents of or visitors to Boston in the last year, those who keep their ear to the ground for news of other Freeholds

Aneira rarely shows her emotions in an easily interpretable way; her face is as frozen as the rest of her, and she doesn't often express herself verbally. When emotionally off-balance, she's far more likely to push too hard, to try to keep going when it's wiser to turn back, and when truly upset, a walk around the block to clear her head isn't enough— she'd rather go wander the Hedge. Instead of sleeping, she sometimes takes late night walks to clear her head, and sometimes when she gets started, her feet go where they will.

Relevant to: others who like to wander the Hedge

Aneira is a member of the Harvestmen as well as the Custodians.

Relevant to: Harvestmen, Custodians, anyone seeking an extra hand from either group

Not that she's established much of a local reputation, but for anyone who might pay attention to such things: Aneira often leaves the area to travel. There's often a small ripple somewhere on the internet on those weekends citing freak storms or references to having seen a ghost, or a moving statue, or a pale lady on the eve of some personal disaster, when the disaster is sometimes averted.. and sometimes not.

Relevant to: consumers of occult news, other travelers

Her traveling is sometimes business-oriented. Over the past six years or so, she's offered her sword arm temporarily to other freeholds and even non-changelings, for the right price.

Relevant to: those who might be hiring

Aneira has gone through a lot of trouble to hide her past, but it's accessible if one really, really knows what to look for. Hidden Life 2, New Identity 2, Inconspicuous 4 (Entitlement).

Looking for an ST for PRPs regarding anything in this section.