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Half_baked_alt of a monk.
Nickname: Storm, Bounty Eater, The Stomach Monk, The Singing Storm
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Seems to prefer feminine company in bed.
Height: 5'11" (Very tall for her race)
Weight: 147 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Short, straight, Silver
Build: Flexible with tight, ropey muscles
Distinguishing Marks: No body hair at all and a horizontal scar on her left cheek
Breast Size: Large, firm, and bouncy DD to small E
General Taste: Has a strong meaty flavor that is rather salty, but seems to sing on the tongue
Personality: When not working, very friendly and affectionate. When working or fighting, she is serious, cold, and extremely focused.
Occupation: Bounty hunter is her primary profession, but she has been known to do other jobs as well
Pred/Prey: Mainly pred
Appearance: An attractive woman with no body hair and elongated fingers and toes.
Weapons: Can use anything as a weapon, but will typically use either her body or a staff.
Home: A temple on another plane is where her home is, but more locally, she is a bit of a wanderer with no permanent place to stay.
Clothing: Her training clothes are her entire wardrobe. White pants with an orange wrap on her waist, an orange top that shows off how developed she is, red wrappings on her hands and feet.
Accessories: A gold, rune covered arm band on her left arm and red hair wrappings.
Abilities: She can swallow opponents up easily and has such mastery over her body that she can choose not to digest whoever is in her at the time.
Fighting Style: Usually goes for non lethal blows so she can capture her opponents.
Backstory: Storm grew up in a temple monastery on the back of a sleeping deity that was long forgotten floating in the astral planes. This is where she learned to fight and gain spiritual enlightenment before taking a journey of both self discovery and general exploration. But before we get to her leaving, let us first talk about her early life. Very early on she took a vow of silence, preventing her from speaking, but she is still capable of communicating. Usually she uses either written messages or sings in her native 'language'. Her singing sounds like a combination chanting and moaning. While she was training at the temple, she revealed herself to be a promising student in several different styles of martial arts and was watched over carefully, but she was never the best at any of the single styles, always getting out performed by another in her age group when doing single style spars. In the freestyle spars however, Storm dominated by combining multiple styles into one that was always just a touch unpredictable.
After deciding to leave and explore the different planes, Storm fell onto hard times do to her sheltered life and not understanding that she needed money. She adapted fast after capturing a few small time criminals in the act in a public way and getting rewarded for it, so she quickly became a bounty hunter, but she had morals and would always check why there was a bounty and would bring the bounties in alive so that they would have a chance to be proven innocent. Although, usually the ones she brings in are beyond redemption as she often turns a blind eye to certain cases she has gone up against, like those whose only crime is not sharing the same politics as the lord of the land or falling in love with the wrong person. Especially if the people in question seem nice and reasonable. One thing that she has a perfect record on bringing in is anyone wanted for harming children.
Storm has a special spot for children in her heart do to a tragic event that happened a few months after she got to the local plane. There was a war raging and Storm was in a small village trying to get enough money to eat when a squadron of soldiers came in and began to burn the village down, killing women and children. Storm saw the eyes of several children slowly lose the light of life they previously had. By the time the shock of seeing those eyes fade like that, most of the villagers were dead. By the time Storm's anger was over, only three soldiers were still alive and Storm gained her nickname of The Singing Storm. One soldier had run away. One soldier was playing dead. The last soldier was the only one Storm saw trying to stop the others from attacking the village and was spared. Storm walked away from that battle with only the cut on her cheek that would eventually become a scar.
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In Character Dialog:
Her name sung out in full