Name: Jura the Vulture
Age: 31 years
Occupation: Merchant of the Black-market Variety
Specialty: Can get most anything for you, if you have the coin for it. Mostly deals with illegal drugs.
Tools of the Trade: Jura tends to avoid conflict. She is quick, agile, and has a good mind about her and very few can corner her. She much prefers flight over fight, even if it means ditching her wears, but if forced into a brawl, she fights dirtily and ruthlessly with tooth and claw and whatever else she can get her paws on.
Little is known about Jura and she never seems to give the same backstory twice. What seems to be consistent, however, is that she was once a part of a desert clan before they were forced into the cities due to their territory being taken over. From there a good deal of them died because city life was hard to adapt to and Jura became very disconnected from nearly everyone, deciding that the only one that she needed in life was herself and to hell with everyone else.
She worked as a courier of illegal goods for established dealers, often delivering the parcels under dangerous circumstances. She managed to break away when she was in her early twenties to set up a business of her own. Her previous work left her with a wide network of connections, most of which she is on good or respectable terms with. And with her network, she can find nearly anything for anyone.
A regular piss-ant, Jura isn’t one to play nice and does what she must to get a deal done. She runs a tough way of life and those who can’t roll with her attitude aren’t worth her time and among the black-market goons, her kind of demeanor is appreciated. She isn’t out to get a passing grade in customer service, she’s out to make money and lots of it. Extremely distrusting and self-centered, there isn’t a soul alive that she’d stick her neck out for. Money is an easy way to persuade her if you need a favor, though, and for the right amount of coin she offers everything short of risking her life. She gets favors as well, usually through sweet-talking and persuasion.
Despite being a dealer of mostly drugs, she stays clean of the stuff because she knows she needs her mind to do her job and to stay alive. She gets her thrills by baiting the local police force and having a game of cat-and-coppers every now and again.
Just as she makes no friends, she also makes no fuss over race either. Everyone is the same to her. The only differentiation she seems to make is between those with money and those without. As such, she isn’t popular among her fellow Jangwa, few of which can afford her goods.
She doesn’t appear to follow the Jangwa religion, due to her lack of hair accessories
The collar she wears is of unknown significance, but she never takes it off
She is missing the ring finger and pinkie finger of her right hand
She often dyes parts of her fur bright red
You can literally pay her to do anything, short of killing herself and prostitution