Name: Anya Demarcus
Age: 19
Appearance: See attached
Anya was used to being pampered. Her father was an electronics firm mogul, and her mother... well, she wasn't around that much anymore. Anya really hadn't seen much of her mother past the age of 10. Did that really bother her? Not really. It just gave her more opportunity to be daddy's prize girl. This, of course, led to Anya's nose being held high at all times... a typical rich snob. She had no concern for those less than her. She had money... why did she need friends? Anything she wanted, Daddy would buy.
Her father had always warned her to be careful of her attitude towards those who weren't in luxury like her... but Anya never listened. The people who worked for her father were just that- workers. They were to do as she said, without complaint. Her world was perfect... even if it did consist of nothing past her father's mansion gates.
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((Anyone want to teach a rich bitch a lesson or two?))
Age: 19
Appearance: See attached
Anya was used to being pampered. Her father was an electronics firm mogul, and her mother... well, she wasn't around that much anymore. Anya really hadn't seen much of her mother past the age of 10. Did that really bother her? Not really. It just gave her more opportunity to be daddy's prize girl. This, of course, led to Anya's nose being held high at all times... a typical rich snob. She had no concern for those less than her. She had money... why did she need friends? Anything she wanted, Daddy would buy.
Her father had always warned her to be careful of her attitude towards those who weren't in luxury like her... but Anya never listened. The people who worked for her father were just that- workers. They were to do as she said, without complaint. Her world was perfect... even if it did consist of nothing past her father's mansion gates.
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((Anyone want to teach a rich bitch a lesson or two?))
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