Name: Bing-Bing
Age: 28
Race: The level of her bloodline is uncertain, but her roots stem from human and monitor lizard ancestry.
Height: 5'10”
Body Type: Long – as in, long arms, long torso, long legs - though her legs are powerfully built and descend from wide hips.
Face Type: Long, just like her body – however wide, with high cheek bones.
Complexion: Inhuman crème color for the most part, incredibly pale, though edged with a lot of mottled black scales.
Eye color: They're like a sparrow's eyes: shiny, beetle black, with no visible sclera.
Eye type: Lidless, upturned, and narrow. Very high, arched brows.
Hair color: Flaxen – lacking any to all pigment with very little yellow sheen.
Hair Style: Her hair falls just below her shoulder blades, impeccably straight with a minor widow's peak. Two pieces of her hair fall down the side of her face, the rest seemingly brushed back.
Special Markings / features: Her scales. She has the mottled pattern of a Gila monster edging her entire body – her face, where it rounds her brow, her cheeks, her chin. Her shoulders are covered, as well as the line of her spine, which leads into a thick, heavy tail, her outer arms, backs of her hands, outer portions of her thighs and all the way down to her feet.
Her hands end in claws, not nails, and the same goes for her feet, of which she has four toes, the fifth being on her heel (she walks the ball of her feet).
All of her teeth are pointed, and her tongue is black.
Physical Flaws: She has a very noticeable brand on her inner, left thigh. The burn scar is in the shape of an infinity symbol.
Weakness(es): The cold – she cannot, no matter what, stand it. She can live in it if the circumstances are dire, sure, but nothing makes her more vulnerable than chilly temperatures. She abhors it. She also hates the dark, for the sole reason that she feels more alive under the sun. Her defense is not much to write home about either, though reaction timing to physical ailments is stunted (she won't react to a blow to the stomach until, say, a minute afterwards).
She has a soft spot for mousy, nervous men. Good God, do not ASK.
Strength(s): Physical (leg) power and evasion skills – she's fast.
General Demeanor: Bing-Bing is not a happy camper. There is not much she is fond of – she dislikes most other species, though most it lies within the human, avian, and canine races. She is staunch and resolute in her decision-making, considers her way the only way, and will knock heads with anyone who has balls enough to question her authority (and she refuses to acknowledge the tiny nugget of satisfaction/respect that the other party will gain for doing so).
Bing-Bing is all about herself. She has a brash, emasculating personality, constantly heckles the men she works for, even those she does not. She wants what she wants, will get what she wants, and Godspeed to those that get in her way. She is very much a person that lives for instant gratification, and elevates herself by throwing others beneath her feet.
She is a bitter perfectionist, striving to please herself above all else. Though she leads a life of servitude, in her heart, she serves only herself. It's what keeps her sane.
Her soft spots are few and far between, and she'll be damned to tell you what she likes. She has got a wall twenty feet tall, and drags her bag of complexes with both hands.
Talents: Juggling.
Hobbies: Parkhour, Muy Thai kick boxing, starting bar brawls and slipping out as soon as they begin.
Career: Current champion in an underground fighting circuit.
Weapon of choice: Her body... no, really. Not like that.
Magical Abilities (if yes, what are they?): Limited fire magic, usually controlled by the level of her emotion.
Colors of choice: Violets, lilacs and dark greens.
Clothing style (or reference of clothing): Haha, this in eggplant purple. There is no back. She wears onyx cuffs on her wrists, and bruise-purple wraps around her shins and calves (her feet are free).
Brief history: Bing-Bing never knew her parents.
Her oldest memory is of childhood is falling off the back of a caravan wagon and into cold, cold snow. She remembers, vaguely, being hoisted up again, but instead of meeting the fur and pelts of the wagon bed that she had previously rested on, she was tucked against a warm, sturdy body dressed in thick, thick pelts.
It's her favorite memory.
If you ask about her past, Bing-Bing will likely change the story. 'Oh, my parents died a horrific death' she'll likely say when she's feeling grisly and creative, or 'I was raised by a pack of wolves' when there's some humor to be shared, and when she's particularly bitter, it's a stale 'Leave me alone'. She does not believe in the past and hardly believes in her own future.
And why should she? She's been a slave all of her life.
(details later, haha)
Reference: Some day!
Age: 28
Race: The level of her bloodline is uncertain, but her roots stem from human and monitor lizard ancestry.
Height: 5'10”
Body Type: Long – as in, long arms, long torso, long legs - though her legs are powerfully built and descend from wide hips.
Face Type: Long, just like her body – however wide, with high cheek bones.
Complexion: Inhuman crème color for the most part, incredibly pale, though edged with a lot of mottled black scales.
Eye color: They're like a sparrow's eyes: shiny, beetle black, with no visible sclera.
Eye type: Lidless, upturned, and narrow. Very high, arched brows.
Hair color: Flaxen – lacking any to all pigment with very little yellow sheen.
Hair Style: Her hair falls just below her shoulder blades, impeccably straight with a minor widow's peak. Two pieces of her hair fall down the side of her face, the rest seemingly brushed back.
Special Markings / features: Her scales. She has the mottled pattern of a Gila monster edging her entire body – her face, where it rounds her brow, her cheeks, her chin. Her shoulders are covered, as well as the line of her spine, which leads into a thick, heavy tail, her outer arms, backs of her hands, outer portions of her thighs and all the way down to her feet.
Her hands end in claws, not nails, and the same goes for her feet, of which she has four toes, the fifth being on her heel (she walks the ball of her feet).
All of her teeth are pointed, and her tongue is black.
Physical Flaws: She has a very noticeable brand on her inner, left thigh. The burn scar is in the shape of an infinity symbol.
Weakness(es): The cold – she cannot, no matter what, stand it. She can live in it if the circumstances are dire, sure, but nothing makes her more vulnerable than chilly temperatures. She abhors it. She also hates the dark, for the sole reason that she feels more alive under the sun. Her defense is not much to write home about either, though reaction timing to physical ailments is stunted (she won't react to a blow to the stomach until, say, a minute afterwards).
She has a soft spot for mousy, nervous men. Good God, do not ASK.
Strength(s): Physical (leg) power and evasion skills – she's fast.
General Demeanor: Bing-Bing is not a happy camper. There is not much she is fond of – she dislikes most other species, though most it lies within the human, avian, and canine races. She is staunch and resolute in her decision-making, considers her way the only way, and will knock heads with anyone who has balls enough to question her authority (and she refuses to acknowledge the tiny nugget of satisfaction/respect that the other party will gain for doing so).
Bing-Bing is all about herself. She has a brash, emasculating personality, constantly heckles the men she works for, even those she does not. She wants what she wants, will get what she wants, and Godspeed to those that get in her way. She is very much a person that lives for instant gratification, and elevates herself by throwing others beneath her feet.
She is a bitter perfectionist, striving to please herself above all else. Though she leads a life of servitude, in her heart, she serves only herself. It's what keeps her sane.
Her soft spots are few and far between, and she'll be damned to tell you what she likes. She has got a wall twenty feet tall, and drags her bag of complexes with both hands.
Talents: Juggling.
Hobbies: Parkhour, Muy Thai kick boxing, starting bar brawls and slipping out as soon as they begin.
Career: Current champion in an underground fighting circuit.
Weapon of choice: Her body... no, really. Not like that.
Magical Abilities (if yes, what are they?): Limited fire magic, usually controlled by the level of her emotion.
Colors of choice: Violets, lilacs and dark greens.
Clothing style (or reference of clothing): Haha, this in eggplant purple. There is no back. She wears onyx cuffs on her wrists, and bruise-purple wraps around her shins and calves (her feet are free).
Brief history: Bing-Bing never knew her parents.
Her oldest memory is of childhood is falling off the back of a caravan wagon and into cold, cold snow. She remembers, vaguely, being hoisted up again, but instead of meeting the fur and pelts of the wagon bed that she had previously rested on, she was tucked against a warm, sturdy body dressed in thick, thick pelts.
It's her favorite memory.
If you ask about her past, Bing-Bing will likely change the story. 'Oh, my parents died a horrific death' she'll likely say when she's feeling grisly and creative, or 'I was raised by a pack of wolves' when there's some humor to be shared, and when she's particularly bitter, it's a stale 'Leave me alone'. She does not believe in the past and hardly believes in her own future.
And why should she? She's been a slave all of her life.
(details later, haha)
Reference: Some day!
