Angelica

Cold air breezes between buildings and people alike as small flakes of snow follow suit, drifting down to settle on boots and hats and coats. Angelica stands in the midst of it, gazing up at the buildings she’s seen a million times before but never really looked at. Sure, she’d survey the city when she looked down from her elegant penthouse office, but had she ever truly looked? Taken in the small details of each structure? How the tenant of that room always had their window cracked open? Well, the last one she had noticed before, and it quite bothers her. It’s letting in such a chill, she’s sure. But it’s no matter. Today, she’s here to observe, not to control. Angelica is a wildly successful business woman, known affectionately as Anna by those close enough to… well, win her affection. She’s rather picky about who she spends her time with, but she’s not necessarily rude about it. She’ll just assure you that it’s simply far too cold outside, and someone as darling as yourself ought to be bundled up in bed or on a couch. In your apartment. Away from her. Okay, maybe she is a bit rude, but she adds in so many compliments and says it so sweetly that you’d be none the wiser. It should also be said that Angelica doesn’t spend much time with people, period. Even those she does like. Most of her days are spent working, devoted to her carefully built data analysis corporation. However, with the upcoming holidays and cold weather, her assistant—one of the few people she’ll accept advice from—has urged her to take a few days off. Angelica rather begrudgingly agreed, only because Marie was about to bring out the spray bottle. Now, Angelica wanders through the city she’s lived in for years, doing her very best to avoid stepping in puddles of slush. Angelica - smart, charming, very polite, very good at getting her way without anyone noticing, persian cat hybrid, 5’3 (but always wears heels), 28 years old you - anything you want! world has hybrids, clearly