THE CLEAN(ISH) SECTION Full name: Scott Correa Age: 32 Birthdate: March 26th Sign: Aries Height: 5'9 Weight: 150 lbs Scars: Several. Most notable are the burn scars on her shoulders and upper back. There are also rings of scar tissue around both wrists and both ankles. The others are pretty small and come from an active, dangerous life. Piercings: Her ears were pierced. Not anymore, though Tattoos: A sloppy '82' on her left hip. Blue ink, hand done. She glares at any one who asks about it. Other bodily markings: Dimples in the small of her back. Build: Athletic and powerful. She's a runner, but also a kickboxer and she runs through her routine everyday to keep in shape. Occupation: Journalist. Drinking? Sometimes, but only when home safe. Smoking? Not a chance in hell. Other daily habits: Almost always has her leather bound notebook with her and is often found jotting down various notes in it. Also, she has absolutely no shame about her body, so she'll think nothing of stripping off her shirt to wander around in her bra if temperatures get warm. Hair: Waist length and very thick. A rich brown, so dark it's almost black. Usually worn back in a thick braid. Seriously, she could spin and knock someone out with this thing. Clothes: Very utilitarian. Khaki pants in a thick, almost canvas like material. Tank tops in neutral colors (grey, tan, and olive). Heavy duty boots with a boot knife sown to the ankle by the shelth. Nylon shoulder holster if she's going outside, complete with Glock. Scent: She's been stuck in a magical moving building for three months, what do you think? As clean as she can be, but soap is not a high barter priority. Other notable physical details: She's a lip chewer. Canon powers: Nada. Spoken language(s): Most of them spoken on her version of Earth. And apparently Common because this place makes zero sense... Voice: Matter of fact. A little husky. She often sounds far more intense than she actually means to. Has a good 'don't bullshit me' voice. Pet Peeves: Leaving your shit scattered around. You have a space, keep your shit there. Triggers: Don't touch her without her knowing first. Seriously. She will relocate your balls/vagina to just behind your ears if you do. Hygiene Priorities: A decent wipe down. Personal Boundaries: A mile wide.
THE DIRTY(ISH) SECTION Cup size/Penis size: B. Orientation: Straight and married. Underwear: Plain black panties and sports bras. Sensitive areas: Do. Not. Touch. No-no places: See above. Sleep naked or in pajamas? Underware. Sleeping Habits: She's a light sleeper, but does really well with it? The few times she does sleep deep, she tosses and turns and mutters and just does not have good dreams. Special talents: Slicing an ego in half with a look. Masturbation: Occasionally, but she's super quiet about it. Turn-ons: Only her husband knows. Anything else? Very married.
Scott | NPC
Full name: Scott Correa
Age: 32
Birthdate: March 26th
Sign: Aries
Height: 5'9
Weight: 150 lbs
Scars: Several. Most notable are the burn scars on her shoulders and upper back. There are also rings of scar tissue around both wrists and both ankles. The others are pretty small and come from an active, dangerous life.
Piercings: Her ears were pierced. Not anymore, though
Tattoos: A sloppy '82' on her left hip. Blue ink, hand done. She glares at any one who asks about it.
Other bodily markings: Dimples in the small of her back.
Build: Athletic and powerful. She's a runner, but also a kickboxer and she runs through her routine everyday to keep in shape.
Occupation: Journalist.
Drinking? Sometimes, but only when home safe.
Smoking? Not a chance in hell.
Other daily habits: Almost always has her leather bound notebook with her and is often found jotting down various notes in it. Also, she has absolutely no shame about her body, so she'll think nothing of stripping off her shirt to wander around in her bra if temperatures get warm.
Hair: Waist length and very thick. A rich brown, so dark it's almost black. Usually worn back in a thick braid. Seriously, she could spin and knock someone out with this thing.
Clothes: Very utilitarian. Khaki pants in a thick, almost canvas like material. Tank tops in neutral colors (grey, tan, and olive). Heavy duty boots with a boot knife sown to the ankle by the shelth. Nylon shoulder holster if she's going outside, complete with Glock.
Scent: She's been stuck in a magical moving building for three months, what do you think? As clean as she can be, but soap is not a high barter priority.
Other notable physical details: She's a lip chewer.
Canon powers: Nada.
Spoken language(s): Most of them spoken on her version of Earth. And apparently Common because this place makes zero sense...
Voice: Matter of fact. A little husky. She often sounds far more intense than she actually means to. Has a good 'don't bullshit me' voice.
Pet Peeves: Leaving your shit scattered around. You have a space, keep your shit there.
Triggers: Don't touch her without her knowing first. Seriously. She will relocate your balls/vagina to just behind your ears if you do.
Hygiene Priorities: A decent wipe down.
Personal Boundaries: A mile wide.
THE DIRTY(ISH) SECTION
Cup size/Penis size: B.
Orientation: Straight and married.
Underwear: Plain black panties and sports bras.
Sensitive areas: Do. Not. Touch.
No-no places: See above.
Sleep naked or in pajamas? Underware.
Sleeping Habits: She's a light sleeper, but does really well with it? The few times she does sleep deep, she tosses and turns and mutters and just does not have good dreams.
Special talents: Slicing an ego in half with a look.
Masturbation: Occasionally, but she's super quiet about it.
Turn-ons: Only her husband knows.
Anything else? Very married.