Wew, where to begin....

Species: One would hope she is human.
Name: Cherry
Age: Late teens, maybe early twenties. Looks younger.
Height: 5’6 (167cm)
Appearance: In her most natural state, cherry is extremely attractive. Her body is lean, fit and perfectly proportioned. She has full, shoulder-length light chestnut hair, emerald green eyes, a fair complexion with a button nose and full lips that together with a roundish face give a very youthful quality. Despite her petite, womanly attributes, she can often be mistaken for a girl of a much younger age.

Abilities

Tactile Infection: This means she can alter the physical state of an object, living or not. This does not mean that Cherry can change a human into an animal or anything like that. What it does mean is that she could turn a stone to water, water to sand, or even a human arm to wood. The limits to this power are rather simple. To start, she needs to make contact with the subject in order to change it. The area of effect is also limited, nothing bigger than an arm, or an average stone or puddle. Restrictions also lie in the resulting substance. For instance, she cannot change anything into any form of living matter, but she can change any living matter into inert matter. Resulting matter must be things like dirt, sand, water, basic woods and basically any naturally occurring minerals, so long as she has made previous contact with said matter.

Mood: Cherry doesn’t always look the same, but that is not to say she is a shape shifter. All it means is that she gives a brand new meaning to wearing ones heart on their sleeve. If she isn’t refraining from letting it happen, her physical appearance will distort according to her mood. For example, in a situation where she is feeling deeply angered she will take on a dark and inhuman, demonic appearance. She can also achieve other alterations, like minor shifts in her features, as well as her hair and eye color and skin pigmentation. While these alterations are limited to within a few dimensions and shades, it can be enough to fool someone about her identity, and even apparent gender.

Name Unknown: Simply put, she can change the emotional state of another person. Usually she will need to make contact with the person for it to work, but if she is feeling passionate enough then a close proximity will do. Sometimes, it will happened unintentionally and without her knowledge. The amount of subjects effected is limited by the intensity of her own emotional state.

About Cherry

Cherry’s a loner, a rogue. She’s a bitch, a thief, whore, and many other very bad names people have come to be calling her. Chances are, she won’t like you. She doesn’t really like anyone and can hardly even stand herself. She has no specific work or occupation. She has a few places she calls home, none of them more than a shack or cave in the wildness, and ordinarily spends her days getting by by whatever means she sees fit - which normally means living off whatever she can get her hands on, wild or domestic. She has no problem killing for what she needs, or just stealing something instead of paying for it… even though she does actually have the coin to pay.

Cherry is an addict. An addict of Alcohol, or any other mind altering substance she can get her hands on. She also isn’t one for self-grooming, mostly always unkempt, even her clothes are tattered, and yet despite this self-neglect and lack of human dignity she absolutely detests feeling dirty and will go well out of her way to bathe each day.

Name: If someone were to ask her name, she would likely just say Hershey, or some other variety of favourite thing.

Age: Time is different for Hershey. She is aware of the days by the rise and fall of the moon and sun, but she is not familiar with dates or the specific concept of aging. Because of this her true age is unknown. By her physical attributes alone, one might be inclined to think she is a young adult – maybe late teens or early twenties - and yet despite those petite, womanly qualities, her countenance could very easily have her mistaken for someone younger.

Appearance: At first glance, one might basically describe her as small and dirty. Yet beneath the browned and matted oily hair and the sooty grime that layers her person, Hershey is ordinarily blonde with fair, milky skin. Her eyes are emerald-green, pronounced with speckled highlights about the inner and outer iris that will, at times, illuminate in the dark. She is little under five and a half feet tall, body slim and tight, yet soft to the touch, and with perfectly balanced feminine attributes. Her facial features are of a similar impeccable value, as even her eyes - though slightly on the big side - are not disproportionate at all, but do well in adding to her inexplicable young appearance. If someone were to have a close inspection, and although they would not be able to see exactly why, they might describe Hershey as somehow surreal to look upon.

About Hershey: Unlike the few others that exist on earth, those that through barbarism and desperation to merely survive have lost their subtlety and discretion, Hershey is limber and light, attentive and discerning, quick and yet quiet. Smart. But again, unlike the degenerates surviving and foraging and hunting in groups, she exists alone. She spends much of her days hidden in her home, deep beneath the foundation of what was once long ago a shopping complex in the city of Los Angeles, but is now no more than rubble and ash of unrecognisable origin. For just a few hours each morning she may venture from her place to sift and to scavenge for rodents or insects - acceptable food - and whatever seldom item she may by chance happen upon and add to her collection of the old world.