Family just wasn't in the cards for 'Stasia. Having emigrated from Chernarus to the UK for business, her father fell in love with an English woman. They had three years of family before cancer claimed her mother. Then two more years with the stern, hardworking man she remembered vaguely as her father before a heart attack killed him one night in the office. Orphaned too early, 'Stasia bounced from foster home to foster home for years.
That's where she got the Tarot cards - one of the older girls said she looked like a gypsy and should have them. The Cards were filled with stories made of symbols and patterns. It seemed they spoke to her without a voice. And others liked them, too. She could always talk about the cards...and she wouldn't have to talk much about herself. Everyone wants to hear their fortune, after all.
Then the State found a long-lost cousin living in Chernarus when 'Stasia was 16, and it seemed like she might have another chance at family. Paperwork, passport, plane ticket - her relative came through - and promptly died in a car accident on the way to the airport to pick 'Stasia up.
Staying in Chernarus was just a matter of not getting back on the plane. Did it really matter if she was alone here or there? It was easy to pass as a tourist at first, and became easy to pass as a resident ex-pat - especially after making a local acquaintance who could make fake IDs. She stayed to herself, living a simple life: sometimes a street performer, sometimes a fortune teller, often traveling and doing odd jobs - only stealing if she had to.
When the infection hit, not much changed for her; she'd always lived in her own little world fending for herself anyway. These days, you just have to stay away from the fever, too. But she always has the comfort of the Cards.
Things 'Stasia Says
"Well, let's talk with the cards about it."
"There are so many ugly things. If you can't find something beautiful, you have to make it."
“Didn’t you realize? We’re all already dead.”