Cosmic Shannon
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Full Name: Cosmic 'Mickie' Shannon Nickname/Alias: Shannon Michaels, Mickie Cosmo, Shannon Cosimo, El Sombre Age:27 Age apparent: early 20's Gender:F Species:Persian Leopard Sexuality:Hetero Occupation: Master Thief (high end swag not car stereos and your Xbox One Height: 5' 1.5" (She'll tell you five two all of the time) Weight:130 Eye Color: pale silvery blue Hair color: light blonde Hair Style: Up or down, it's straight as a board and careless at a length just past the middle of her back Complexion:pale Body shape:curvy |
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| In a world full of pretty people, Mickie is far from it, especially in her own estimation. What peers back from the mirror is a face that's a little to pointed, a nose that's a little too wide and lips that just don't seem to belong where they've been place. What she doesn't see is how a mass of perceived imperfection can meld into such a striking harmony. The delicate piquancy of a heart shaped face is a backdrop for pale blue eyes that shimmer with just a touch of silver and in the depths a hint of the soul within. High cheekbones under that sultry gaze and that pink mouth with the most tantalizing of bottom lips, often caught between pearly whites as focus becomes intense and the world fades away. The rest of her is far from conventional too. Short and curvy with the waifish pull of a soulful stare in the slide of bangs across her brow, hint of dimples in a rare smile that is seldom bestowed upon strangers she meets. More often Mickie has the pensive expression of an artist, half controlled blond locks without a hint of curl often haphazardly contained in a clip or tie. That rounded body bears serious ink, another statement of the individual style Mickie claimed not out of a need for attention but as a true portrayal of the woman her life shaped her to be. The first ink was before her sixteenth birthday, We Will on the underside of the left wrist, Overcome on the right, a personal testament to battles hard fought and the grit it took to keep putting one foot in front of the other. More years, more pain and more ink followed, the name of the man who saved her scrolled across her back, a full sleeve on the right, sad children with bleeding eyes on the backs of her hands tell of a dark side, a story just waiting to be read if she allows you close enough to get beyond the walls built so high. Mickie's clothing style is just as funky and outrageous as she is at times, a mix of grunge and punk with a little thrash thrown in just for fun. It could be a schoolgirl skirt and thigh highs one moment, trousers and half shirt the next. There is just no way to predict and even Mickie just rides the inspiration instead of trying to shove it in the box most people expect to see. Her appearance makes it easy to dismiss her as one of 'those', the ones who like the wrong bands or are so out of mainstream most norms cross the street to avoid eye contact. That works for her, stealth in the shadows and up to no good most of the time. |
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| Mickie is a mirror, a reflection of your reaction to the entire oddball package. Not a hint of the real woman, just what you seem to expect of her, sweet and social or a snarly anti-establishment rebel. It is never the same and seems to ebb and flow like the tides, dependent on the mood she's in and how someone approaches her. Attempts to get close are met with deliberate confusion, wall after wall and layer after layer of half truths and subterfuge. All of this fueled by a fear of closeness, an inability or just plain refusal to let someone in close enough to feel the bite of loss another time. Now there is no fear of intimacy on a physical level. Mickie has a healthy sexual appetite with tastes just a bit left of center, it's just any attempts at closeness are met with resistance and the artful dodge of a coy smile. Life has just left her skittish and unwilling to form relationships that require deep levels of trust and sharing. It does leave one with the impression of a girl who lacks social skills and has almost psychopathic tendencies in extreme circumstances. It may be true. A cruel sadistic streak runs through Mickie, a willingness to do anything if the situation warrants it. From inflicting pain to the ruthless destruction of something an enemy holds dear, it makes Mickie a wild card, asset or liability depending on how the hand plays out. |
