She was what most thought up in their minds to be a mob wife. At least, she looked the part - a lather jacket hung off her shoulder, with a loose white tanktop underneath. She had black hair that was dyed red at the top of each spike. Her eyes were an angry blue, and her makeup consisted of little more that withstanding light red lipstick and black eyeliner. She always wore the same pair of boots - Knee-high laceups that hid her two daggers nicely. Her jeans, which tucked into the boots, ofter pocketed a pack of cheap smokes and a lighter. A dragon tattoo stretched up her right arm, its mouth wide open at the end of her arm, towards her knuckles. She was no supernatural like most folk underground. She was just a human - japanese descent, which led to her interests in myths and legends - who knew how to fight, and fight well.
Witch Crowley · Sat May 29, 2010 @ 08:29pm · 0 Comments |