OOC Chatter.

Amaresh Esra Negasso Jones was born in a remote tribal village in Northern Ethiopian along the Blue Nile river. Her father was an American mercenary, a man she met only a handful of times when he visited her. Her mother was the daughter of the village chief. Her people were Copts, Christians for centuries, though this was not the Christianity of the west-- not the Christianity of her father's world, though if he ever worshipped any God it was money and war. Her people blended the more ancient beliefs of the desert scrublands with those of the new religion-- at least that's what she's been told. To her, it was all one-- Christ, God, the Virgin Mary, the Great Hyena, the Spirits-- it was just the way of the world.

Amaresh grew up strong, a skilled hunter in the scrub and savannah around her village. She knew how to track the animals, how to avoid the big predators- lions and hyenas. Hyenas always fascinated her though, so she learned as well to stalk the scavengers to observe them. Her tribe had a special connection to the spotted beasts, and Amaresh felt it stronger than most.

This was her world. This was her life, and she never expected to leave it.

And then her father's attorney contacted her. Her father was dead, and she was summoned to Japan for the reading of his will.

She barely knew the man, but the money mentioned was substantial. Not, perhaps, in the wider world, but for her village it could make a difference. So she went to Japan and she heard the will, and she left there not with a suitcase full of cash or an account number, but with a list of her Thirty-Seven half-siblings and with a task-- she only cleared the full amount of the bequest when she'd contacted and delivered their own bequests to each of them. Until then she could only draw on a stipend for expenses.

Three lived in Japan- easy enough to meet with the mother's of these, still children, one still a mewling babe, but the rest were scattered across the globe. So she drew on the expense account and chartered her flight to Seattle to meet with the next. . .

Amaresh is a strong woman, but naïve in the was of the worlds. She believes deeply in her faith, with its eclectic mix of Christianity and tribal beliefs but she sees no contradiction or contradistinction therein. She is in her element in the wilderness, on the hunt, in small village life, and completely out of it in cities and in the Western world. She speaks Ahmaric, English, French, and Arabic.