The ginger complexioned woman before you seems sometimes awkward in appearance and behavior.   It is as if she is still trying to learn the proper social mores and role that she should be playing.  Sometimes something simple would make her hesitate, or she behaves oddly. If she were to be given an age, it would be late twenties or early thirties.

 Her face is peppered with freckles against creamy pale skin.  Her hair, again, is a light ginger color.  It is kept neatly combed and washed.  Her eyes are a dark shade of green.  She has a slight snub of a nose, and a full mouth with soft lips.  Often, she will run a hand along her hair, sometimes tucking it behind an ear.  This is clearly a nervous habit.

 Her physique is not quite what would be expected for an inhabitant of this city of sin.  She has breasts about the size of a normal person's hand.  They sit comfortably upon her chest, and she tends to wear clothing that covers more than reveals them.  Her waist is not quite as slim as would be expected, nor do her hips have that flare that seems so common.  Her rump is a pleasant handful, however.  Her hands are rough and calloused, the hands of a mechanic.  Grease seems to have seeped in to her pores and nails, unable to fully clean them.  She smells like a machine shop most often, despite how she tries to bathe.  That lingering scent of grease and motor oil just doesn't quite go away.

 While she typically dresses in well tailored outfits, she is never seen without her pack.  Strapped to this pack are several items of note.  Usually slung over a shoulder, the pack has a large arcane book strapped to the side.  The scent of gunpowder and motor oil emanates from this pack.  Attached to the other side is a simple gun maintenance kit.  Additionally, several cases full of brass cased lead bullets hang about her pack.  This accompanies the six-shooter she generally keeps on her hip in a low slung leather belt and holster.  Near her holster rest a few six-shot speedloaders ready with bullets.  Her wide brimmed hat has a peacock feather stuck in the band.

OOC: You can learn lights through RP, or PM me if you feel the need.  Carey is an M2F transsexual lesbian.  Carey is not a top or domme.  If you are seeking someone to be aggressive and dominant in the bedroom, this is the wrong girl for you.

Warning: Carey has a 9 Charisma, and I play my stats.  She may be rough tongued, blunt, and quick to bitch someone out.  She also has a hard time with crowds and will often avoid them, or leave a group if it gets too busy.  Keep in mind this is just IC.

Reds: Gender bigotry.  I don't come to fantasy worlds to face the same prejudice that exists in reality.

Theme-song:  Runaway,  Yeah Yeah Yeahs