Fume_Altair

Part of TheDing_DongDitch.

Fume the bat. ((Need a ref? I got one.))
Age: 28.
Body: Hourglass.
Bust: D.
Typical attire: A black, tight fitting fur-necked coat, tails going past her thighs. Deep orange T-shirt, faded, almost white, blue jeans and black sneakers.

Crisis Attire: Plate carrier vest, green. Has some communications on it. White tank top under it, black combat jeans, kneepads built-in. 'Gilmore'd' boots, tan, mouth of boot is stretched out and cannot be tied up. Black Snow AR-15 and Colt pisol. Utility belt, all that is needed.


She can be used in the term 'blind as a bat' because some things fly over her head, a bit oblivious to what is going on at times, making her job a bit harder, though she often completes it to the standard of the Temple.

Her job is to walk the streets, looking for anything worth raiding or stealing, people of the same manner and if anything is going not the way it should, such as police cars leaving too early or late. She always has a cell phone and a gang of psychopaths to back her up, and they too are good at their job.

She has a home and board, but that's not of your concern. She is just a pedestrian to you and she aims to keep it that way, same with local law enforcement. She tries to keep to herself but won't deny meeting new people, she is pretty good at seeming normal for a Staff Member. She does have friends outside of her job and seems entirely normal, though her job isn't so.

There are many, many times that she fails her mask and becomes who she truly is, a psychopath. She may not look much, but to most people, she'd have a blade in their neck before they even spoke. She is skilled heavily in small blades and firearms. She loves to have blood between her fingers, the smell, the taste all of it is a forbidden fruit that none shall have but her. She likes to lure many away from view of others and kill them without mercy. Some people can get to her in a way she may find attractive, but you're probably not one of them.

She came from a normal town and normal'd soo hard that they gave her an award. No, actually, she'd been in and out of mental hospitals all her life, killing her parents and over half of her friends, she only got caught for one of them, her sister. She was considered insane and took to the hospital, a few choice words and actions and they found that she was a well of mental instabilities. Her favorite past time activity was eating the orderlies. Tooth and claw, she always got out of those jackets, serves them right for not looking for...How'd she do that?

Regardless of what you think, she's still a person. Lost deep in her mind, but still there. She's scared and feels all alone in the world, wouldn't you feel the same way if you were denied the chance to have a life? Having an army of drug addicted psychos breathing down your neck, waiting for the chance you mess up and kill you? Not everything is the way it seems, look closer, cast off your shackles of cowardice and take a chance, you may find the real goal in life.


Get your fill of Fume, before she gets her fill of you.

A simple act can do so much for someone truly hurt, you make a friend like Woril.
(WIP, bite me.)