Hey! So I see a lot of stuff where Mica is this unbelievably brutal assassin and I was wondering if you shared this idea? And if so (or if not) what your thoughts were on her?
definitely! RL Mica is a badass so Mica the mercenary is my favourite
version of her in the FAHC world.
who had an excellent upbringing, had the kind of family line that’s
too wealthy to ever go down for all their white collar crime, who
could so easily have become a spoiled princess, could have accepted a
silver spoon life full of luxury, but was never prepared to settle.
Never willing to get by on anyone else’s accolades, to give up her
own ambition, to follow the path anyone else sets out for her.
who was always told she was too soft to make it big in crime, too
sweet to survive the cut-throat underbelly, too gorgeous for the
dirty work. Mica who relished in proving everyone wrong, who worked
hard to become something worse than they’d ever imagined, who is
unrelenting until she is not only a known mercenary but one of the
bigger names in the business. One of the baddest reputations, the
kind not even kingpins want to cross, the kind even the Vagabond
treats with reverence. Until no one would dream of talking down to
her, of accusing her of riding coat tails or getting lucky, of being anything but god
who gives up none of herself to get there – doesn’t fold to
expectation, doesn’t trade out her designer clothes, give up
manicured nails or perfect hair. Who doesn’t lose her sense of
humour, her breezy attitude, finds no reason to brood about a life
full of death when she’s the one who chose it. When her services are
in such high demand she can charge whatever the hell she likes. When
she’s so undeniably good at what she does not a single target has
managed to evade her, adapting her methods, approach and appearance
with a skill even the infamous Dollface admires.
who has a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, known for her infallible
plans and her utter refusal to take anyone’s shit. Mica who did her
time being underestimated, who let them all laugh at her designer
heels, her pretty curls, her tailored clothes until her actions
proved her more than worthy of respect. Who will no longer settle for
anything less than respect. Who has turned on any foolish enough to
forget, any who think enough zeros on a pay cheque entitle them to
say whatever they like, behave however they like, who never seem to
see the inevitable coming until there’s blood on the floor and a
stiletto at their throat.
who worked alone, constantly on the move and strictly a freelancer,
at least until the FAHC. Until she catches sight of their frontman in
some bar, eyebrows raising when he flat out abandons some kind of
meeting to come talk to her, flashing a bright grin that almost belies the cold dark look he uses to instantly silence the complaints of his angry companions. Mica
laughs when he offers to buy her a drink, knowing he didn’t even buy
his own, knowing exactly how this interaction goes, fingers already
dancing across the knife hidden beneath her clothes, resigned if
faintly disappointed. Imagine her surprise when she realises Gavin is
just fond of defying expectation as she is, that he is friendly, is
charming, yes, but all that enthralment is focused on her
professional abilities. On winning her attentions because of her
skill, her reputation, the varied stories of her exploits invoking
boyish glee rather than the standard lecherous approach.
the same with the rest of his crew, once he convinces her to come
meet with them about some job, all those ruthless criminals with
more respectful civility than most law abiding citizens, who
understand full well the kind of skills it takes to pull off the work
she does and wouldn’t dream of trying to belittle her. The Fake’s are
a crew unlike any she has worked with, a crew who seem to work
flawlessly together without the usual exercises of a shifting pecking
order, free of power plays and loaded commentary. A crew who knows how
to play with the Vagabond without losing any fingers, who’ve danced
with Dollface and kept their tongues. A crew who actually understands
the meaning in fun, who think is neither requires nor
prohibits abject cruelty, who aren’t afraid of a little blood. Who
aren’t afraid of a lot of it. Who call a massacre a good time and
never fail to gush over her more creative hits. Add Ramsey, a leader
who never thinks his requests are beyond her abilities, who offers
aid and additional compensation for the seemingly impractical but
never assumes she isn’t capable, and there’s really no reason for
Mica to turn down the jobs she is offered.
she works with the FAHC, takes regular jobs for them, a happy alliance, a
contractor on the payroll with no end in sight, but no matter how
much it might seem like she has she doesn’t actually join the crew.
Not for lack of interest, not like they haven’t asked a million
times, but at the end of the day she has worked too hard for herself
to ever fold into someone else’s hierarchy. Mica who will never bow
to anything, to anyone, who crafted her own crown, a legacy built
from the ground up, and refuses to be toppled from her throne.
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