GW2: Socialisa Cutter

Name: Socialisa Cutter

Basic Description: Mafia princess is not taking her criminal enterprises getting stolen out from her without a fight.

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Gender/Pronouns: Female (cis), she/her

Orientation: Homosexual

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Species: Human (Krytan)

Occupation: Elementalist (Weaver), noblelady, Agent of the Order of Whispers

Alignment: True Neutral

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Personality:Lady Cutter is a bitch. This is fine by her. “You’ll draw more flies with honey than vinegar,” they tell her. She’ll just respond that she’s noticed that flies like bull shit more than anything else. Besides, who wants to ingratiate themselves with the bloodsucking horsefly community? This is all a metaphor for how she has little patience for making nice with her fellow nobles. They’re all looking to one-up each other with invisible slights and silent, but petty feuds. Socialisa wants to burn it all down and pick the coins from the corpses.

Also unlike those other girls, and just like a real Strong Female Character, she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty. It’s just that for her, “getting her hands dirty” means “doing the stabbing and the murders herself.” She doesn’t really trust anyone but herself, either with her personal life or with her business practices. She’ll work with others, but they should always keep in mind that she’s working for herself, first and foremost, and that she’s thinking of how to use them more than of how to help them. If an agreeable arrangement can be made, then both parties can benefit quite a bit. She’s not stupid in her backstabbing.

Despite being very rough in manner for a noblewoman, she enjoys the finer things in life. She can do without her creature comforts, if she absolutely must, but she’d rather that at least she has some hair products to maintain her hairstyle, a warm and fluffy blanket and some perfume so she’ll be able to stand her own stench on the road. It’d be even better if she had a bunch of sweets, a servant to help with her gowns, not to mention all those beautiful gowns, maybe a masseuse, a beautiful girl to share her bed with …

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Affiliations: The patron deity of the House of Cutter has always been Lyssa, as she is often a patron of thieves and liars as well as of beauty, love and change. Socialisa herself is fond of Balthazar in particular, but she worships all of the Six. She still prays to them and still believes they are listening and can help, though she’d hesitate to admit that these prayers are more than just a habit. It doesn’t really matter, the Gods help those who help themselves.

She is intensely loyal to Queen Jennah for two things: first, because the other option is Caudecus, who ruined her family’s fortunes, second because she’s seen what the Elder Dragons can do and knows that the ceasefire with the Charr is essential to ensuring that the world doesn’t end too depressingly. She doesn’t blame Logan Thackery for his actions so much as for his motives. Also, why are we depending on five frankly stupid people to kill these apocalypse beasts? Why not something like all the armies of Tyria? Why not that? That sounds more reasonable to her.

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Their past:The House of Cutter says that they came from “humble beginnings,” being “mere commoners who took a stand for what was right” when they joined the Shining Blade to oppose the White Mantle. They even brag that they weren't even a family of blood in those days, but a family united against the tyranny of the Unseen, who had spilled so much of their blood. When Queen Salma took the throne, she granted titles to the leaders of the Cutters in recognition of their loyalty and services.

It's an open secret that the Cutters were a gang of criminals when they took up the cause of the Shining Blade, and rumors persist that they remain one to this day. In the past, they held an iron grip on trade between Kryta and Elona, which made them wealthy, and maintained a similar monopoly on the black market, which made them feared. And behind this iron grip was the Order of Whispers, who has had an alliance with the family since the fall of the White Mantle. They gave the Order an in into the Krytan monarchy and they gave the Cutters a near monopoly on Elonan trade. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.

But as trade with the other human nations dried up, and as the Captains of the now independent Lion’s Arch began to take control of the trade routes, ruling with a law and order that benefitted themselves most of all, the Cutters grew weaker. When Socialia’s grandmother, Minister Accordia lost her lands to the Centaurs and her position in the Ministry to the machinations of the family’s many enemies, specifically Legate Caudecus Beetlestone, people believed that was the end of them. Out of respect for their loyalty to the crown, and the fact that everyone who attempted to take them to court ended up getting the “trial by combat” treatment and dying horribly before a jury of their peers, they remained members of the nobility in good standing. But with all these bandits around, well, obviously they’ve gone straight back to crime. And since in reality, this new crop of bandits and Separatists were in Caudecus’ pocket, not theirs, their fortunes were fading, fast.

Socialisa was born into this, brought up with only the finest things but reminded always that they wouldn’t be there for long. Her family had grown despondent, holding on to what little glory they had but too hopeless to do anything about it. Being a little girl, she didn’t understand the intricacies of Krytan politics. But she figured out one important thing in her education: that between learning courtly manners, dancing, history, economics and magic, magic was the most fun, because you could take other kids’ lunch money.

Eventually her parents got sick of her running around Divinity’s Reach, showing off her awesome magic powers on people she didn’t like and decided that if she was going to spend most of her time setting things on fire and making rain storms in the kitchen when she didn’t get the dress she wanted for a social event she didn’t want to go to, she might as well go and put that magic to work for what little was left of the family business. They retained their ties with the Order of Whispers, but most of the family regarded them as leeches who’ve outlived their usefulness, or even worse, as traitors who abandoned them when they needed them most to go on some fool “dragon slaying” crusade. Distracting them both with each other sounded like a marvelous idea to her elders. For her part, the teenage Socialisa was happy to find something more interesting to do than whine about the good old days.

The Order and the Cutters had a joint smuggling operation set up in Ebonhawke, where the Ascalonians were holding out against the Charr and where the Order of Whispers had a plan to end the hostilities that they didn’t really tell Socialisa much about, except that it involved smuggling mysterious objects across occupied territory, threats from a representative of a family that this far from the sad reality of Divinity’s Reach, was still feared, and other menial but enjoyably dangerous tasks. She had fun. Didn’t care much about the dragon fighting thing herself, but hey, it got her out of the manor and actually doing something.

One day, she was sent out to recover a piece of some magic type crystal from an abandoned dragon’s lair that they said used to be Glint’s. (Glint's! Who did they think they were they kidding?) Her path had been scouted ahead of her for Charr war patrols, and her Order contacts made sure that none would be in the area. She just had whatever sort of terrible traps and unexpected explosions and, of course, petty wildlife between her and her prize. Plus there were these adventurers who were planning to kill some dragons, they had the firepower to keep things nice and tidy for her.

As fate would have it, Krakkltorak saw the lack of obstacles and decided to help her out by creating the Brand to cross the road and make everything harder. She did not appreciate its attempt at livening things up. She assumed that the Order would be reasonable if she failed her mission due to THE LARGEST DRAGON TURNING EVERYTHING TO CRYSTAL INCLUDING PEOPLE in her way, and ran back to their Ebonhawke base to relay the news they already had noticed. They forgave her.

Since then she’s been doing whatever it takes to beat the Dragons to a pulp. She was part of the Pact’s attack on Orr, has spent some time with the Sentinels but has mostly been working to keep Kryta stable enough that it can eventually send an actually decent military force to fight the Dragons, because right now all this nonsense with the centaurs, the bandits, the Separatists and even these rumors of the return of the White Mantle (Do these criminals know their history? Do they know how it was they who suffered most under the Unseen?), Kryta’s in bad shape all by itself. And while most of her family doesn’t understand the threat, she’s going to save them all whether they like it or not.

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