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Realize that a smile doesn't mean a thing. Neither do kind words, nor weightless actions. Everyone is just a piece on the board.
    Evette Keitzmann. Daughter to Johan Keitzmann (deceased). Raised by Unova's underboss, she'd never known freedom to be anything but something you have to take with your own hands. Manners, smiles, posture. Speak only when spoken to. That man killed just a few less people than your own father. Shake his hand.[break][break]
    Johan is unapproachable, but Evette is the perfect doorway. Offer her a modeling job and you might receive a number to call. Then an acting job, and you can sit with him at dinner. She's pretty enough to make you some money in the process, and in other ways, and she won't-can't- refuse. It's well known.
    She's good at playing the part, so more parts come her way and soon enough her name is in lights and she's the object of all men's desires. A starlet well trained in high society is a rare find, a gold mine for her father's public relations and gossip rag articles. Act well, donate to charity, host galas, ignore the men with dark stares pulling on their cigars as they make even darker deals, do as you're told.
Evette does as she is told and marries a man she had never met. He earned it, her father said.[break][break]
    Her impromptu husband is a famous lawyer, but he's even more famous in her sphere for his expertise in gun trafficking. Evette holds a gun for the first time when he comes home drunk one night and threatens her with a broken bottle. The beatings never escalate that far again.[break][break]
Sometimes she thinks she should have just shot him then, rid the world of one more moronic villain early and save herself some pain, but the weight of the steel in her palm awoke her to a new possibility. One where she had the power.   
    She was good at blending in, at being underestimated, so she heard things, weaseled things out of boastful characters. She learned the trade over a couple of years of wallflower acting, and ingratiated herself to those who were irreplaceable. When she finally had all the cards in her hand, her husband died in a tragic accident involving a flight of stairs. Her father was found slumped in his favorite leather chair with four shots to the chest not long after that. Gang related violence, of course.[break][break]
    However well she played this new part, her name was dragged across the entire region and suspicion hung around her like Spanish moss. Any freedom she gained is now at risk of being taken if she can't solidify a position with Unova's boss. So Hoenn it is. An opportunity to expand the trade. Make herself more valuable than she is untrustworthy. Fight for each day of freedom until her hands are bloodied beyond recognition.