Ariadne Anastasia Arrington (called Ari by close friends and AAA by casual acquaintances) inspired intense feelings in people around her, those feelings  being desire and fear.   And usually both in equal amounts.
At 5'8", the wiry bit muscular woman always seemed to have the look of a coiled spring, and gave people the further impression that the coiled spring also had a knife.
Her short, dark hair was styled in a look that was both elegant and severe, and her make up, especially around the eyes, was understated alluring.  Her dark brown eyes seemed suspicious and constantly checking her surroundings, much like the rest of her body.   Her figure might be considered curvy, if one were feeling generous, though she normally hid her more feminine features, as well as her muscular limbs and torso, under loose clothing like a leather jacket and cargo pants (one can't have too many pockets, after all). She usually wears high quality sneakers on bher feet, but sometimes motorcycle boots.

Besides her wardrobe and occasional cosmetics, Ari went in for few personal adornments.   She found that facial and body piercings healed too quickly to be useful, and, to her frustration, so did any tattoos (she somehow healed out of three tattoos before giving up on the concept, though she still gets henna designs occasionally).

Overall, however, Ari was almost magically beautiful, having a seemingly supernatural physical appeal.  Perhaps it was her intense eyes, or her confident stride l, or even her easy, if cocky, smile.  It definitely wasn't her personality.  While Ari could be charming in short bursts if need be, she had an arrogance and snarkiness about her that tended to drive away most people long term, despite them being drawn to her beauty.








Looks:  11/10

Favorite colors are Purple and Black.
She doesn't have a coat of arms, per se, but she's a fan of the Pride flag dedicated to butch lesbians.
A field of Purple containing a black triangle, with an Axe in the middle.


History:

Raised in Brookline, an upscale suburb of Boston (it took her years to shed the accent) by a single father (Alvin Arrington, curator of the Higgins Armory Museum in Worcester, Ariadne was given the best of everything.   And like many children, she didn't appreciate it.  She drove the nuns at the South Boston Catholic Academy to distraction, between her constantly flouting rules and insisting on asking tough questions about religion and not being satisfied with vague answers (one older nun described Ari as "taking to religion like a duck to vinegar").  Ari had always felt out of place in the strict school, both because she resisted the traditional feminine roles that the school insisted upon teaching her, and because of her attraction to other women, which set off even more problems with the aged staff.

During those troubled years at the catholic high school, Ari's father always bailed her out (sometimes literally) and sent her back to school with barely a word, always smoothing things over with the school, sometimes with the purchase of a new wing on the library or in school clinic.  Ariadne was never sure how she felt about this.  Her father obviously loved her, but he also seemed to feel almost like he couldn't really exert any real authority over her, as if he were merely her caretaker for her real parents, instead of her actual father.  He never really talked about Ari's mother, a woman he referred to as "Dee", except in wistful and nostalgic tones, as if she were some momentary miracle that passed through his life for one brief shining moment.
Ari found that a bit insufferable.

Eventually, despite all logical odds, Ariadne graduated from high school, her natural brilliance and natural apathy balancing out to allow her to pass by the skin of her teeth.  She had given her school work the bare minimum of her attention (despite, to her annoyance, memorizing most of what she'd been taught), and had spent most of her creative energies at local garages and bike shops, learning automotive repair and motorcycle maintenance.  The staff of most were more than happy to act as mentor and instructor to the stunning young woman, despite her being underage.  Upon graduation, she had a new set of decisions to make.  Her father's money opened up any school she wanted, despite her wafer thin transcript.  Mr. Arrington tried nudging her towards Oxford or Harvard, his old alma maters (for his masters and PhD), but Ari chose Boston University, having fallen in love with the vibrant feel of the school.  Her father, predictably, was disappointed but didn't make a fuss.  The college was a quality school, and was close to various LGBT hotspots in Massachusetts, namely Provincetown and Northampton, with many clubs and groups in Boston proper as well.

Majoring in Communications, Ari soon fell in love with student plays and productions, started taking martial arts with a local studio, and started exploring the party scene with all the vengeance of any teen with a somewhat restrictive childhood.  By her sophomore year, Ariadne had become a bit of a shining star in her class productions, as well as the star pupil of Paul Randall, former Army Ranger and owner of the local strip mall dojo of mixed martial arts.  In fact, she easily outclassed everyone.   It was Paul Randall, though, who realized that he had a real star on his hands, especially when Ari was regularly defeating him in practice after a year of instruction.  He made some calls to a friend who did stunt coordination in Hollywood, and soon a few strangers had shown up at a couple of the Boston University College of Communications productions, and they liked what they saw.  Talking to Ari after the curtain call, the young woman was offered a job right there, to be in a low budget action movie.   Dropping out of school only caused a minor ruffle for Ari's father, and she soon moved out west.

It was the third picture in the "Fast Cars" series, with Hollywood tough guy Jimmy Turbo, called "Fast Cars: Faster Death".  She was playing a femme fatale martial artist henchmen for the villain of the movie, who got in a "cat fight" with the love interest of Jimmy Turbo's protagonist.   Doing a bit of improv during a fight where Ari and the other woman were scripted to do a cheesy "accidentally tear each other's clothes off in a sexy way" scene, the dubious Ari instead worked to do a realistic looking fight scene, where it truly looked like two skilled female fighters beat the living hell out of each other.   Jimmy was annoyed, as was the overworked director, but the Assistant  Director, a novice named Gary Wolfe, talked them into "allowing the girls to play around for a bit, to get a feel for each other".  What resulted was something that was considered even years later to be the best female fight scene in movie history.  Jimmy Turbo protested, perhaps feeling overshadowed, but the director knew that he'd seen lightning in a bottle that day.

Though still a minor star, Ari became a household name among people in the movie industry.  Sadly, her next big Hollywood movie was to be her last for a while.  While talking to the producer of the cop buddy franchise "Good Cop, Worse Cop", there was, allegedly, a misunderstanding between Ari and the producer, when he asked her to "show him how much she wanted the part".  This "misunderstanding" resulted in the producer suffering a broken arm and fractured rib.  And resulted in Ari being blacklisted from every major production company, as the producer was a giant (metaphorically speaking) in the industry.

Feeling betrayed, but angrily determined to not let others dictate her future.  She started taking whatever work she could find, mostly things hidden from the public view, like stunt work or as characters with masks or other disguises.   Eventually, she fell in with various LGBT movies, who, mostly working with shoestring budgets, were thrilled to have such a skilled performer on their stable of actors.  Soon, despite having "a reputation for being difficult", Ari became a driving force in Independent Movies.

Despite her set backs, Ariadne (called Ari by her friends on the set, just R by more intimate friends, and AAA by her friends in the local biker clubs) was now living the life she wanted.  She toyed with the idea of returning back to school, but was in no hurry.  Approaching 30, but still looking 21, Ari worked with beautiful people in Hollywood every day, and partied with them every night, and had plenty of money to do whatever she wanted, without even counting the money that her father always made sure she had access to.

Life was perfect, and Ari was completely satisfied.  Hopefully, she mused to herself, going from party to party, nothing strange would happen in her life to disrupt all this fun.