Missy Ashford
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[edit] The Mun
- Name: Chris
- Contact:
- Email: eriols_girl@yahoo.com
- GChat: whatineverhad@gmail.com
- AIM: KawaiiSpinel99
- LJ: http://kawaiispinel.livejournal.com
[edit] The Character
- Name: Melissa "Missy" Ashford
- Age/Birthdate: 44; April 14, 1964
- Species: Demon
- Type: Behemoth
- Journal: http://technicallyiam.livejournal.com/
[edit] Appearance
Missy stands at about 5'9 with a slim, well-muscled dancer's build. She has a face that settles somewhere comfortably between cute and pretty with a very pronounced bone structure. Her shoulder-length hair is a dark brown color that looks vaguely auburn in certain lights with a certain amount of natural gold highlights, and she definitely personifies a classic "autumn" when it comes down to fashion. She dresses well when she's not working, enjoying expensive, high fashion clothing made by top designers (she keeps up with all the trends), but isn't too good to put on a pair of blue jeans or camo when she's out doing her freelance work. At almost all times, she wears what seems to be a stylized dog collar around her neck complete with tags and seems to have several of them that coordinate with her attire. She only seems to remove it when she's bathing or about to transform.
In demon form, she resembles what can only be described as some sort of huge mongrel dog on steroids (a hellhound, essentially). Her fur is short, coarse, and jet black with a mane of reddish-brown fur roughly the same color as her hair in human form running from her head and down her back to her tail, and her eyes are a deep blood red. She has a very short, almost boxer-ish muzzle attached to what looks like an almost wolfish head with long, pointed ears. She's roughly the size of a small horse in this form with twice the girth (the trunks of her legs are roughly as big around as a small child) and despite her large size, she's oddly graceful and can run at impressive speeds. As you might expect, her teeth and claws are extremely sharp and all the better to eat you with, my dear.
[edit] Personality
When not engaged in her work, Missy is a bubbly and almost hyperactive young woman who tends to act more like a socialite from Malibu than a freelancer. She has a horrible temper, despite that, however, and it's hard to say what will set her off. As such, she's had a hard time keeping her demon form in check in the past because she couldn't keep her anger bottled up and when she can't afford to change shape, she keeps comrades close so that they can calm her down and keep her from wolfing out on everyone. She's more than a little crazy at times, but not so much that she can't function and that sort of behavior manifests itself primarily by giving her oddly doggish tendencies in human form (she's bouncy when excited like a little yippy dog, tends to growl when she gets angry, and has a tendency to lick people when she gets the mind to, although the last one's rare). In tune with her inner animal nature, she can be violently sadistic, especially when people piss her off or when she's been ordered to kill and tends to prefer her teeth and claws to guns when she has to kill someone and the job doesn't require a certain amount of decorum.
The business side of her personality, however, is precisely the opposite. When dealing with clients and doing business with anyone, she is level-headed, cool, and commands respect from everyone around her. Anyone who has seen both sides of her would swear they're not the same woman at all, due to the fact that they're such conflicting personalities.
It goes without saying that Missy knows exactly when to be herself and when to be all business.
[edit] History
Missy was born in Malibu to demon parents who never made it a point to expose their daughter to their wild and raccous lifestyle that went beyond partying like a couple of idiotic socialites and leaned more towards going out and ripping people apart whenever they got the urge when she was younger. Suffice to say, Missy learned the truth when at her sixteenth birthday party she transformed into a huge dog and killed every guest there while her parents watched gleefully. It was easy, of course, to cover up the event by saying that some wild animal had escaped, somehow gotten into the party, and killed everyone and Missy was so traumatized by the ordeal that she believed her parents' lies for a week before it finally hit her that she had been the one responsible. What scared her most was that she didn't regret it... In fact, she looked forward to doing it again.
Eventually, the scruples associated with her former life as a human faded entirely and the images of what she could do to people when she got angry or let the beast inside out no longer horrified her. Her parents taught her how to hunt, how to control her transformations, and everything else she needed to know before she finally set off on her own. She found a group of overly militant demons who did a lot of work for various terrorist cells across the world and quickly fell in love with their dangerous lifestyle and enlisted, even though they didn't take her seriously at first because she came off as an airheaded valley girl. She quickly changed their minds, however, when, during training, she ran circles around all the other hopefuls and was the only one to actually be allowed membership into the group at the end of the course. She worked for them for about ten years before getting tired of being kept on such a short leash and abandoning them to go freelance. This didn't sit well with the group and they tried to have her killed and she retaliated violently until they eventually left her alone.
For the past twenty years, she's been working for the highest bidder, doing things so unimaginably awful to whoever her employers (human, demon, whatever) want dead that she's become notorious in most circles. Unfortunately, even the most vile of freelance terrorists need a break from the bloodshed (or at least a different kind of bloodshed), and that's what brings Missy to Chicago- a vacation and maybe a casual visit with an old friend or two.
