[color=white][indent]A lonely, reserved, easy-going, tomboy femboy on a warpath for someone to love.[/indent]
[collapse=Moni]Born in the cactus-infested part of the lower American states, Moni grew up with enough to get by: a house, a school, a dog, a god, and a few friends sprinkled in. She did just well enough in classes to pass, but not for lack of intelligence. Always on the verge of upper classes and remedial studies, she learned more about the world from her own studies than a textbook could ever provide. She always dreamed of moving to a big city. Somewhere with snow, people, and the night life.[/collapse]
[collapse=Monika]Big city, big luck. A gas station scratch-off ticket bought her a plane ticket, a decent apartment, and a hub-geared bike. The big, snowy city was now open to her. Rent was no problem, but food was. And a job isn't something easy to find, at least not a decent-paying one, for someone with barely a high-school education. At least they don't check grades. Her days of desert life were over. Bring on the snow! Bring on the people! Bring on the town![/collapse]
[collapse=Miss. Gira]The ID badge of a mall cop still gets some respect, even if it is in jest. But Miss. Gira does have a nice ring to it, she will admit. A position of power seemed just right to her, something more people should understand. There is a natural order for things, and she was meant for the top.[/collapse]
[collapse=Monika Gira]Titles mean little if there's nobody to listen to them. Monika desires, above all else, someone to share with, despite all appearances. She's lazy, selfish, and harsh on occasion, but nothing would hurt her more than to hurt someone else. She wishes to share her life.
[indent][collapse=Description]Moni is tall and thin. Her pale skin is dotted with freckles and moles, but smooth and soft to the touch.
Her hair is ruffled, rough, and ecru in shade. It trails down to her shoulders, brushing soft against the top of her back.
With piercing green eyes, at least when they're open, and thin, shaven eyebrows, she gazes out at the world in silence, shivering gleefully in the falling snow.
Moni's face is a fitting wide, and her features look pleasant upon her freckled skin. She has a poorly-defined, lady-like jaw, and a small nose.
Her body is slim and fit, but she lacks any curves. Her pink nipples are stubby and fit her flat chest beautifully.
Trailing down, and in the center of her modest hips, is her decent-sized cock. Surrounded by a small tuft of brown, short pubic hair and a large sack below it.
Her legs are long, even for her height, but they've met a hard-won balance of muscle and fat. Strong enough to carry more than her weight, and thick enough for a good thighjob.
Her feet are size 9, thin, of course. Her footsteps as light as they need to be.
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[indent][collapse=Interests]So her love of computers and music tie together. She produces her own brand of glitch electronica when inspiration strikes. But most of her free time is spent aimlessly breaking and fixing things with her computer, messing with unbroken messes, fucking up the unfuckable. That, or simply browsing the web. She likes hobbies where she doesn't need to get dressed.
A note-worthy exception to that rule is her love of graffiti. She makes stencils, tagging trains, buildings, alleyways. Keeping the cities as grungy as you'd expect.
Ah, but it all comes full circle. I hope you like Euro board games. She does.
She hasn't a car, but who doesn't like racing? Be it in sims or life. Can you feel the petrol in your veins?[/collapse][/indent]
[indent][collapse=Job]A job with a badge and some semblance of power? Why not? She works the night security position at a warehouse. She doesn't deal with people much and can spend her time, trying to not be bored. Reading's an activity she's picked up on just because of the lack of excitement. Usually science fiction, but still things she enjoys. Despite this, she's actively searching for a new job.[/collapse][/indent][/collapse]
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