Name: Michael Angelo

Age: 20
Sex: Female
Height: 5'6" (plus hair)
Hair: Purple mohawk
Eyes: Blue

The first thing people notice about Michael is the hair. Living in squats means that her mohawk isn't always pristine or as vividly coloured as it could be, but even after a few rough nights it still stands a lopsided six inches tall and its never anything approaching a natural colour.

The second thing people notice are the tattoos and piercings. Even in the winter when her skin is mostly covered her face still displays an impressive collection of metal, and a faint but present tattoo on her forehead.

After that people might notice the clothes, which only add to the 'five years too late to the party' punk look. Torn denim, leather, exposed skin, swear words, rivets and spikes. Her wardrobe is a modern history lesson.

Or, if they haven't crossed the street to avoid her, people always notice her accent. It is, in its own way, more shocking than her fashion choices. Michael speaks the Queen's English in a cut glass accent that suggests she was raised by money with a capital old.

An artist, an anarchist, a punk, a junkie, a dealer, a dirty little thief, a dyke, an attention seeking rich girl slumming it. There are plenty of labels that can be applied to Michael, despite her need to be something new, radical and indefinable.