Original Profile
Nicknames |:| None at the moment.
Age |:| Appears to be sixteen to nineteen.
Gender |:| Hard to tell, but female.
Hair Color |:| Crimson.
Eye Color |:| Red.
Height |:| 5'1.
Weight |:| XXX.
Significant Other |:| Former(Cadet)
Orientation |:| Bisexual (Picky)
Occupation |:| Hired Gun.
|:||:|Skills
- Pinpoint accuracy (With any slected weapon).
- Heightened stregnth.
|:|Hobbies |:|
- Sleeping.
- Fighting.
- Sketching
- Reading.
- Finding Supernatrual things.
|:|Likes |:|
- Kindness.
- Winning.
- Making connections.
- Friends.
|:|Dislikes|:|
- Being cold.
- Being trapped.
- Crying. (Be fake or real)
- Friends.
“Aw Cadet. I love him!” A surprisingly soft smile flit over the females face, watching the small lizard crawl over her arm. Chittering before slipping up her arm to curl around her neck. The dragon’s slick scaly skin rubbing against the own soft flesh of her own.
The man across her smiled, soft greenish grey hair that clashed with her own feverish red. Yet they both smiled. The yin and yang to each other. Perfect.
Her small form reached up to clasp the other in a tight hug, rare, and perfect because the cops arms in turn wrapped around her own thin form. “I kept my promise and got it for you. Just… keep it away from me.” Leaning down for a gentle kiss.
Crimzon already knew he didn’t like supernatural things like she did, and the proof and reason was under the prefect ironed clothing over his chest. “I know. Thank you anyway. We on for the… thing tomorrow? It has to be tomorrow, I have a job the next day.”
He gave a small nod, holding her firmly still. Knowing each job she did could be her last, and the yin to his yang might be gone. Forever. But such things were brushed off for then; they went home to enjoy each other for a while longer. The small baby dragon sleeping peacefully on the redhead’s shoulders.