(Another damnit-I'm-bored-time-to-make-a-second-character character :3 Again, no guarantees she will be sticking around, RP with her at your own risk lol)

Stacey let out a breath as she passed through the crowds on the street. Even though it was late at night, Dice's streets were filled with people. Unlike the day however, where the crowds would consist of mostly businessmen and women and other assorted 'up and ups', at night they were packed with a much younger crowd, on average, and one that was infinitely more fun. She had only been in the city for a few months now, but it was well enough to get herself noticed where she had wanted. The reason for her traveling to Kain's Dice was a complicated one, on no small part because, well, there was no reason. That may not have been exactly true, for there was the fact that Stacey had earnestly wanted to get away from anyone that would readily recognize her family's name. The Cunninghams were not ostentatiously rich, but they had influence. Most people could boast that their family had been around for generations. In Stacey's case it would be an understatement. The Cunningham family had been around from hundreds of years, they were one of the oldest families to have a completely documented history. Many people would be glad of that, feeling a swell of pig-headed pride that their family was doing so clandestinely well in the world today.

Stacey, on the other hand, could do without it. Family ties were nice and all, and she would be lying if she did not admit they came in handy, but too many people counted on everyone else to get them out of trouble. Stacey preferred to take matters into her own hands, if the situation called for a direct approach. That was one of the surprises about her, no doubt given greater weight due to her appearance. She was on the shorter side of a hundred and three quarter centimeters, and her frame was almost delicate. That's not to say that she looked frail, simply that she was a very stunning appearance, even in the Dice, with her soft lightly tanned skin and incredibly bright grey eyes. Anyone who knew her would know that liberties were not to be taken with her, and she was quick to inform interlopers into her personal space as well. And in the event certain people needed a more physical emphasis on this point, well, that was one reason her enjoyment of the martial arts served her well.

But returning to the matter at hand, Stacey had used what connections she had to procure the means to travel to the Dice, and escape her family's influence for as long as she felt was necessary. She had integrated into the Dice's society remarkably quickly, and found herself a good cluster of friends. At present she was working at a restaurant a little ways away from the downtown area, as well as being enrolled at the sole university near the city. Though she was almost twenty-seven she didn't believe learning should stop just because you finished a degree or two. Of course, those were merely slips of paper to be used to convince others you 'knew what you were doing', nothing to base your life upon. Which brings up another of the city's more attractive features.

Stacey's lips perked up at this thought, for at that moment of her mind's wandering she glimpsed a fine specimen of just that. Easing to the side of the crowd, and of course closer to her eye's target, she tucked a lock of greyish-silver hair behind her ear. Perky and tight rear-end, she thought as she bit her lip gently, Gorgeous body, she actually felt a shiver go down her spine, Mmmm and just listen to that rumble. She giggled softly, despite the fact that she detested the sound of herself giggling, as the simply delicious Lamborghini Reventón slipped past the sidewalk. No doubt it was driven by some beef-head that thought he knew how to handle it, she guessed, but that did not detract from the car itself. That, of course, would be Stacey's other passion: racing. Legal or not she loved it. And not that NASCAR type crap either, but real cars driven by real people. She grinned as she kept walking, wondering what her friends would think if they could hear her thoughts. With friends she was not quite so guarded, but she knew that levels of secrecy were good for anyone, and so that was why she had friends of all sorts.

(Meh, I suppose it passes. Dunno what I'm gonna do with her, but I'm sure somehow she'll get thrown into the mix ha)