Phillips, Miranda.

Lets start with pure body. Mira has a rather long body. Height wise she is pretty average, standing at 5'6. But all of it is made up of long body parts. A longer torso, though it's filled out nicely; long legs; she even kind of has long arms. This is useful, for concealing all of those weapons. Miranda has long hair that ends, when down and straight; it ends at the start of her back right under her shoulders. It is burgandy brown, in the sun it looks reddish but it's really supposed to be a warm brown. Miranda has blue eyes, though they aren't popping or anything. They're actually a little squinty.

Now to talk about style... she's kind of a crazy dresser. Mini-skirts, frilly, leather; doesn't matter. Tight jeans, baggy shirts; tight shirts baggy jeans. All bright colors. She loves to stand out in a crowd. Her thought process is when the truce is broken, then it'll be easier to wear normal clothes and blend in. But also she just freakin' loves the rainbow.

Aye, this ones a roman candle in a firework shop. There is no way to tell what is going to happen with her from one moment to the next. Miranda generally knows when to be quiet and when to just listen, but that sure as hell doesn't mean she is going to listen to herself. Miranda isn't just all talk; she'll confront someone straight up if she doesn't like them or if she thinks they don't like her. Though that doesn't mean she is mean at all. In fact she is super friendly in the sense that she is accepting of most everyone, except the human-hungry-fanged-and-furry-beasts. That's right, she doesn't want all of them dead, but she knows for a fact that there are people who aren't listening to the truce and she wants them super dead.

Miranda is a party-holic. Drinking, smoking, dancing till shes dizzy; all of it. Though drugs is a super no-no in her book. Miranda is also a bit of a weapons expert. From guns to knives she knows all about them and loves them. That's why she has so many on her all the time. Her inventory at home is a bit more expert than what she has on her. The Bookshop is her favorite place for that matter. Miranda loves people and hanging out, having fun in general. But she is a fiesty, sarcasm person as well. Witty is a good term for it. This kitty has claws. Miranda doesn't like the idea of having any bit of reliability; and it is hard enough having friends. For this reason she doesn't have anyone sexually or romantically in her life. Though of course she can't help people crushing on her.

Miranda was born to a prostitute. The father, as you should of guessed, was unknown. Miranda's mom took care of her though. She wasn't a crack-head she was just a girl down on her luck who only knew one way to make money. Miranda never minded that about her. Though when a guy came in once and tried to make little Miranda do mommies work, Miranda's mom sent her off to live with her grandmother. Miranda's grandmother was a religious fanatic who swore up and down that anyone not wearing flowery pastels was going to hell; but Miranda didn't care. She knew her gramama was just raised that way. Her grandfather was an old verteran that liked to get into gnarly fights with his wife, all verbal. As soon as her grandma would go on a tangent he'd yell, “I KILLED PEOPLE IN 'NAM.” and that'd shut her grandmother up, and make Miranda and her grandfather giggle.

Her grandfather was where she learned all her weapons information from. They would spend all day and night talking guns and knives, Mira would read gun magazine after gun magazine. By fourteen she could shoot a rifle without flailing backwards. When school started she was a bit of an outcast because all she talked about was guns, and besides the crazy people who were convinced they wanted to be the next H. H. Holmes. But it wasn't long before Miranda finally realized you had to be well rounded, so she talked to almost everyone, taking in what they said and learning about it later on. Though she never let it get between her and her grandfather's gun lessons.

Miranda graduated from highschool and stayed at her grandparents to help her grandparent's out. When her grandmother died, her grandfather shrunk back into himself. Barely talking. It hurt greatly to see such a charsimatic person turn into a quiet temid thing. Miranda tried everything to coax him out of it but it didn't work. One day she came home from work at the local deli, when she realized the door had been busted into splinters. Running in, Miranda saw this giant wolf tearing apart her feeble grandfather. Screaming, Miranda ran for the kitchen. The wolf chased her, it would have had her instantly if she hadn't cut a corner. Running face forward into a dining set, she grabbed her grandmothers carving knife and turned around. She hadn't meant to time it well, the wolf had lunged and landed straight on the knife. It gave a power yelp and scrambled backwards. Anger screamed up in her and she ran after it, slashing toward it. It leapt on her, pinning her chest down but not her arm. With a powerful swipe, she slashed it's throat. Thankfully it was a silver dinning set, the wolf wasn't dead but it ran off.

It wasn't long after she sold the house for a pretty chunk of money and moved out to Chicago. She bought a lot of guns and decided she was going to do something. Eff the truce is how she felt about it. She met with some people who were born to fight these monsters and joined up with them. She might not have super powers, but she had an arsenol that a miltary general would be proud of.

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