[b]Name:[/b] Bianca

[b]Gender: [/b]Female 

[b]Age:[/b] A Secret

[b]Appearance:[/b] About four AU. At 'human' size, she stands at 5'6".

Bianca takes the form of a young woman that she once observed on a desolate planet--a woman who had just lost her true love and ignited the love of tragedy in Bianca's mind. Over the countless eons that passed since that fateful moment, she's losing her memory of what the woman looked like, and makes up for it by 'perfecting' her appearance.

Her eyes reflect the majesty of space; taking the richness of coloured nebulae and starlight to cover breathing, dark mahogany. Her skin takes on the colour of peaches and cream, long since cleared of natural blemishes. By choice, a belt of pinprick freckles graces the bridge of her nose and cheekbones. Her hair is lengthy--going down to her buttocks--and is coloured as the full-bodied blackness of emptiness of lightless space. As her hair moves, motes of light in all sizes and in the colour of stars float about. The strands these motes touch take on its colour for a short while afterwards. She usually keeps bunches of hair pinned up into a braided bun at the top of her head, with the rest slightly curling--some with floating ends!--as they cascade down. 

Her build is light and graceful, with slender limbs that are shaped as if they had neither seen a day of hard exertion nor a stray calorie. She chooses to have gentle curves over ample breasts and hips, though if she's keeping her sizes down, she can never quite get the balance of fats right; sometimes her rear is too large, sometimes it's her neck, sometimes it's her limbs. For the most part, she places the 'odd mass' where it's easiest to hide: some of it in her breasts, and the rest to fill out the front of her abdomen. For the most part, her body hair is naturally short and hard-to-see.  

[b]Bio:[/b] Bianca views the creation of the universe as her older, long-dead sibling, and her advanced age has shown her a wealth of everything the universe has to offer. She's personally watched as eldritch horrors consumed galaxies, and bore witness to wars that extinguished stars and created new ones from black holes. She has seen every storyline stories can give, and now only seeks the delicious variations of the stories that hide from her. 

As of late she's grown incredibly tired, and the parties are coming at an increasing frequency. She's beginning to worry that one day the party will never end, but she also fears the tiredness. In all of her life, she has truly, wholly needed to sleep, and the possibilities worry her to no end. 

[b]Abilities / Type of Abilities:[/b] Straight magic; powers that push past all times and spaces. Her most prominent ability is maintaining the pocket dimension she typically resides in. The extent of her powers are unknown, as she doesn't push them very hard as of late. 

[b]Equipment / Clothing: [/b]To be determined once the night begins.

[b]What you were doing before you came:[/b] Preparing the festivities!