Gloria Blackblade
Gloria takes up a seat at the table happily, once again serving herself with abandon.
Around a mouthful of fruit, she comments "I sunburn easily. The shade's good enough for me, most of the time."
She laughs, quietly, then, looking at the apple in her hand.
"Yeah, some of us? we didn't get to choose where we stand. Like you, I guess; when you got made, you traded in your neck for a hard-on for rules. Whatever."
She flicks a hand through her golden hair, and picks up a goblet of wine, swirling the liquid in the cup for a little while before drinking.