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I tried to dig out the drawing that one of my friends did for another character back in the days, but I can't remember where I left it for the life of me. Guess the description will have to do.
We liked to bring in a woman named Fiore every once in a while, sometimes even as a non-player character because her ability promised fun.
She was born a slave in a desert region where a very very small percentage of people found that they had a natural affinity to animals of all sorts and could control them to some extent - and Fiore belonged to them. If she hadn't been a slave to start with, that fact definitely would have made her one, because the local oligarchy preferred to stay in control of all kinds of powers that could be turned against them. As such, they tattooed a crescentic mark around and under her right eye, to alert and remind everyone she dealt with to not let her get in reach of bigger animals. She lived a secluded life in the households of her owners, far away from the bustling towns and their markets. Her name remained just Fiore, as no slave was given the honor of an additional surname.
She wasn't clumsy, so they used her for entertainment, allowing her to train and control a number of small, gentle creatures to put on exceptionally well choreographed shows for her owners. She even gained some sort of fame for her skillful control over a flock of hundreds of parakeets among the figureheads of the oligarchy, but that didn't mean she was treated well and like most slaves she was more than just a little discomforted with her overall situation. Her owners understood her powers well enough to keep her away from big animals, but luckily for her, they never understood the true effect of her ability.
As the years passed, the region increased its wealth and bigger shows were put on for the oligarchy, now using more than just one single entertainer at the same time. It was at one of those shows where they brought in two captured demons, burning with flames that seemed to emerge from bodies made of shadow. Fiore's owners knew well that demons were no animals, and considered themselves safe. What they didn't know was that her ability didn't quite work with restrictions like that. Rather, she could sense instincts, far below the conscious level of thinking that most humans preferred. Once detected, she could just reach out to those instincts and shape them to her liking, creating absolute imperatives at the core of the being she dealt with.
Her owner found out first when he decided that his precious slave girl was ripe for providing another kind of entertainment. Horrified, he found his lust being turned into a strong desire for suicide. When the guards found their master stabbed to death, they still felt comfortably secure, knowing that no animals were about and thinking that the dagger that the girl picked from the hands of her victim didn't pose much of a threat to them. They soon found out that to the captured demons, there was no instinct as powerful as the burning rage that they felt upon being humiliated in front of humans, of all things.
Today, Fiore's a free spirit. Her secluded upbringing shows in how she tries to mostly keep to herself. She can easily control all sorts of instincts in a skillful manner and considers it a high art. As such, she still doesn't make a lot of use of bigger animals like bears or hounds, but instead sticks to smaller ones and uses them to accomplish all sorts of complicated tasks without making much of a fuss. She despises using them for their brute strength alone, just like she despises brutes altogether. She doesn't dirty her hands with fighting herself. Her permanent companion is a small, but very deadly snake that feels most comfortable wrapped around her right arm like a piece of jewelry. Fiore's greatest talent is to control the snake in a way that lets her effect the poison it dispenses. Depending on her mood, the poison might just induce hallucinations, sickness, but very often also death in quick and long-drawn variations.
Fiore has long brown hair, and she prefers to cover up her slave marking by letting strands of hair fall over the right part of her face. You'd do well to avoid that part of her past in conversation. Her long robe of light silk covers all of her back and reaches down to her knees, but is very open in the front to put her curves, bodice and legs on display - which, she found, is the easiest way to bring men (and sometimes even women) under her control in the blink of an eye. The silk robe is white and red and usually sleeveless, but she sometimes chooses to wear a single long sleeve as well to cover her right arm and the snake, which makes assassinations that much easier. The sleeve is of a light green color. Her skin is a mild bronze.
Her temper resembles that of her snake, mostly patient but quick to strike once angered. She travels the land in search of good name to gain the honor that she was once denied as a slave.