Sylvester Archipelago

Dum-dum-dum.

Lucina

The rotting walls of the old tavern were drafty, letting in the cold northern wind. The warmth from the blazing hearth was barely noticeable; it was an unpleasant, cheerless, and devilishly cold place. There was nothing in this squalid establishment worth paying attention to, and there weren't many people around either. Among them, one could only distinguish an Orc, a Madian woman, five R’lyeh warriors, and, of course, the tavern owner with his young son, who took care of the few customers that showed up from time to time.
Radiating genuine curiosity, the innkeeper's son awkwardly carried two plates in his hands, placing them on the table near the fireplace where two people sat: one face was already familiar, but he had never seen the other before.
"Thank you," the girl replied briefly, almost without emotion, but just looking at her beautiful face made the young man's heart beat faster.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?" he asked, still staring intently at the attractive newcomer.
"No." The boy was thin, pale, and clearly ill or simply not very healthy. It wasn't surprising that he was assigned such work. Lucina perfectly understood the feelings of this young man: nothing happens in this city, the sky is gray, everything around is white, only gloomy bearded men and rude women walk around, and then suddenly a beauty like her appears out of nowhere, and even talking to her seems impossible because she has nothing to offer. "I'll call you if I need something," she added, giving him a slight smile.
The boy, embarrassed and happy, ran away.
"The meat isn't very fresh," sighed the Madian woman, complaining to her companion as they both began to eat. "And it's terribly prepared."
"Ha-ha," the Orc merely laughed in response, "eat what you're given and don't complain!"

"Well, I wouldn't want to starve, so I guess I have to," Lucina said, reluctantly agreeing to try the R’lyeh cuisine. "Vakgar, let's get down to business; I don't want to stay in this godforsaken city any longer than necessary."
"I found someone. Ivar Ironbeard. The old man may not be very influential, but he's reliable and keeps his word. He's willing to buy the goods at a good price."
"That's great."
By the time they finished eating, five drunken warriors had gathered around their table. They had been having fun in another part of the tavern.
"Hey, Vakgar, did you bring a girlfriend with you today?" asked a R’lyeh warrior, chuckling to himself. The others followed suit. "Don't you want to give us some entertainment? Let's take care of this bitch together! For all the lands that her rotten homeland took from our proud people!"
"Better not push it, Vilmar," warned the Orc.
"Hic! Or what?!" A heavy, smelly hand belonging to a R’lyeh warrior unpleasantly gripped the Madian woman's shoulder, and that was the last time Vilmar, son of the north, touched anyone: Lucina drew her pistol with her free hand and shot the arrogant man between the eyes; death was instantaneous. Vakgar had to deal with the rest; the girl just fired from behind him.
"I always thought you were smarter," the Orc said dryly.
"Ah, I keep forgetting that I am just a fragile woman and cannot handle a crowd of ugly men on my own. But it's good that you were here, isn't it?"
"You rely on me too much... But something else interests me. You are usually not so bloodthirsty; we could have simply driven them away like dogs, which is what they are. So why did you decide to kill?"
"It's because of this country. The Kingdom of R’lyeh. There's nothing here. Only snow, ice, and cold. Even the food is disgusting."
"And?"
"I needed to relieve some stress."

“In the world, there is nothing better than money. The wider your pocket, the more opportunities and ways you have in life to realize your desires, because money is the essence of freedom. No, really, you can buy anything you want, and anyone you want, if you have enough money for it. Wealthy people who don't know what to do with themselves or suffer from a lack of true friends or genuine love are just crazy, fools. Something is wrong with them.” — Lucina.

Origin: Madinia: +10 to intelligence; additional 4 skill points and 2 ability points.
Beliefs: Lord of Shadows: +5 to dexterity and perception; free assassin skill
Characteristics:
Constitution - 16 (+6)
Intelligence - 20
Strength - 10
Dexterity - 22 (+7)
Speed - 22 (+12)
Willpower - 10
Perception - 35 (+20)
Abilities:
Firearms (pistols) IV (8)
Persuasion (2)
Luck (2)
Assassin (0)
Equipment:
Pistol nicknamed "Butterfly," small knife, favorite mirror, money, essential travel items, cosmetics, jewelry.
Why she wants to get on the ship: She has been in Limiskla for the last two or three weeks, entertaining herself in various ways, including wanting to watch the battles in the arena. To protect herself from the encroachments of wild Hysteosians, she met with another Madian; when she charmed him, he assured her that "I work for an important person, so no one will touch you!" Unfortunately, when she visited the restaurant where he worked for the last time, she found only his frozen corpse. Considering this moment, all recent events in the city, and rumors, Lucina wanted to leave the city as soon as possible.

I decided not to bother with stat tweaking and just distributed them as I saw fit for this particular character. Maybe it's not very viable, and you can't really assassinate anyone with a loud gun, but whatever.