Name: Simone Vance

Age: 27

Race/Species: Giant Human (5'5)

Physical Appearance:

Simone possesses a commanding presence that fills a room before she even speaks. She is a woman of striking geometry; sharp cheekbones, a sculpted jawline, and eyes the color of polished obsidian that seem to catalog every flaw in a room within seconds. Her skin is a deep, rich mahogany that glows under the sterile lights of high-end open houses, usually contrasted by impeccably tailored suits in cream or slate grey that hug a frame of athletic, imposing height.

Her movements are calculated and fluid, the kind of grace that comes from knowing exactly how much space you occupy and that no one will dare challenge it. She keeps her hair in a severe, architectural bob that never dares to stray from its line. When she laughs, it isn't a gentle thing—it is a resonant, vibrating sound that can rattle the glassware on a mahogany side table, a physical reminder of the sheer scale of her existence compared to the hidden world beneath her heels.

Background:

Born into the legacy of Boston’s elite, Simone climbed the real estate ladder by treating every listing like a conquest. She doesn’t just sell homes; she sells status. In a city where the architecture is designed for the gargantuan, she specializes in the "unreachable" heights of luxury penthouses. To the world, she is the epitome of professional poise, the woman who can move a million-dollar property in a weekend. But her success is built on a foundation of absolute territorial control. For Simone, a house is only "clean" when it is devoid of infestation. The Micro-folk—those inch-tall remnants of a forgotten evolutionary split—are viewed by her not as people, but as a structural nuisance, akin to silverfish or mold. She has spent years perfecting the art of the "sweep," using a combination of strategic vacuuming and targeted chemical barriers to keep her clients' walls clear of squatters. To her, the idea of a Micro-person claiming a space in a wall as a "home" is a laughable absurdity—an insult to the very concept of property ownership.

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Apologies for the delay, a really bad storm kicked the crap out of my home. I am currently working on some more characters and plan to put them up soon. I hope you all are enjoying these. It's been fun to get creative again.