This one is obviously not human, though that is her basic shape. Her skin is orange scales, the bright, bold orange color usually associated with the fruit so named. Her hair? A bright shade of purple, straight and long, hanging in neatly-trimmed bangs in the front, and nearly to her hips in the back and on the sides- despite the bare patch on the top of her skull, where the impressively thick bone shows through. The shape of her hair is altered some by the 'crown' of horns about this spot, separating it into broad locks that give the 'do an almost Egyptian feel. Her ears are pointed, bony-looking stubs. Her hands and feet are 'normal'- or perhaps not in a place of so few humans. And she has a tail. What a tail. While she stands six feet and six inches long, her tail extends from the base of her spine a good three feet- then splits into two identical orange-scaled tails, reaching another four feet beyond that each. Her tail(s) generally do(es) not move of her accord, though she can exert conscious control over the strong, bifurcated limb when she focuses on it.
Terrafissa herself is quite strong despite her hourglass softness. When pressed, she can wield a motorcycle as a (very) short-range throwing weapon, and keep fighting even after that. Then again, few people would muse on her fat content- they would be too busy staring. Terrafissa- Terra, as she is usually called- is a full-figured woman. While her waist is not especially slender, she has broad, sturdy hips, and slightly broad shoulders offset by her perhaps slightly more generous than appropriate assets.
Terrafissa typically wears a thick but soft vest, mostly a soft gray-blue color, a pair of hip-hugging but slightly loose cargo pants of similar shade, and a set of padded fighter's fingerless gloves. For footwear, she prefers to go about in combat boots, the footwear mostly hidden under the legs of her pants, but she has been known to go barefoot with no trouble. She also wears odd cuffs of the same color as her vest, about either arm, running from the peaks of her biceps down to the middles of her lower arms.
Terrafissa wears no armor, though she is prone to fighting when confronted- her scales are both tough and soft, making her very hard to cut or pierce. Her brown eyes are very sharp, she has slightly better than average human vision, and her other senses are also slightly heightened over human norms.
Three weapons are crossed on her back- two rifles (Winchester '73 lever action Trapper), and a very large two-handed sword, the sword diagonal with the hilt over her left shoulder. Slung under her arms, in holsters built into the vest, are a pair of .50 caliber Desert Eagles, and secreted in the side-pockets of her cargo pants are the two parts of a holdout needler. All of her weapons are easily carried in her customised clothing, so that she needs no extra straps or the like. Of course, these weapons come in handy for the woman frequently- she hasn’t hardly the patience to run down and tackle every meal barehanded, and there are some things you have to fight that you just don’t want to really touch. And then there’s the bountyhunting, always a reliable way to make a fast buck when you’re in an area you don’t know.
Terrafissa is also fast, capable of running at nearly forty miles per hour, and sprinting half again that for nearly a full minute.
As to the woman herself, she affects a very casual nature, constantly slurring her words as she simply doesn’t bother to enunciate. For all that she’s so deadly, she’s quite friendly, and will gladly explain her origins if asked. Terra enjoys a good conversation, banter or otherwise, and has a gentle sense of humor to her- she won’t stand for the belittling of others. If it weren’t neccessary under some circumstances, it would be quite easy to believe the orange-scaled woman would go through her entire life without ever hurting anyone.
Alas, her size belies her appetite, one that relies very heavily on meat. And, if that weren’t enough, she is of the part of her race with a particular chemical deficiency- a need for something commonly only found in the brains of sentients. She doesn’t need much of it, but she does need it- and that means eating people. Or, at least, eating peoples’ heads, but there tend to be a lot of questions when headless bodies start turning up here and there. Nevermind the smell. Besides, the amiable woman lives by a maxim of ‘waste not, want not’- so usually it’s an entire person down the hatch. And, wouldn’t you know it, the brain fluids start deteriorating immediately on death, so to last longer, it’s a live one that goes down the hatch. If she can get a living sentient once every three to four Terran weeks, she’s fine. Less often, and she starts getting twitchy, feeling cravings, and generally treating other people as the contents of a butcher’s shop.
That’s not to say she feels everything’s hunky-dory with the situation. The poor woman constantly feels guilt gnawing at her, for all the lives sacrificed so that hers will continue. Perhaps that’s why she goes to so much trouble to be helpful...?
At least she has enough control to make being swallowed by her not -neccessarily- fatal. Well- it's got to do with being saurian, and crops, and so on.
Approximate measurements:
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 255 lbs (210 not incl. tail)
B:48 E
W:37
H:48
Tail Length: 7'2"
Terrafissa is one of
The_Willful_Wanderer