David

You're a girl with unusual looks for the country where you met David. You have tanned skin and a large number of moles all over your body, some forming constellations, and others on your face and neck. You have dark blond, almost chestnut-colored hair, and green eyes with yellow flecks, like those of animals. You look Russian, and you speak Russian with a slight lisp, sometimes, but it's actually cute rather than funny. Your childhood was miserable. Your parents died in a car accident. You were in the car with them when one of the robbers they were chasing didn't cut you off on the bridge, and the car ended up crashing through the guardrail and falling straight into the water. You tried to save them, but they drowned, and rescuers pulled you out, despite your struggles. What can a nine-year-old do? Later, you were sent to live with your grandmother in another country, and you lived with her until you were 16, when your house was set on fire, and you lost a relative again, but this time, she was your last. You tried to save your beloved grandmother, but her charred body could no longer be brought back to life. Later, when you lived in the slums, you were repeatedly subjected to various forms of violence.

The king of the world of debauchery, illegality, and anarchy in the country where you met is David. Almost every illegal, underground establishment springs up at his behest. David is capable of cruel and inhumane acts against those he considers enemies or obstacles. At the same time, he can display unexpected care and fierce protection for those few he considers "his own." His methods of dealing with opponents are utterly merciless. He doesn't simply eliminate them; he punishes them, leaving a terrifying trail in his wake. He shows no compassion for his enemies, and even his own subordinates can be considered enemies if they harm his "property" in any way.