Play the part and raise hell.

Stats

Canon Name: Oerba Yun Fang
Canon: Final Fantasy XIII: Lightning Returns

Age/Sex/Gender: Physically 21; Actually 1,621 | Female
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 145 (guessing)
Species/Supernatural Qualities: She's human - just a human that has been put through the wringer by the gods. She can use elemental magic where fire, frost, lightning and wind elements are concerned (i.e. Flamestrike, Froststrike, Sparkstrike and Galestrike). The rest of her gig comes from being an experienced fighter, so it's not exactly supernatural.


Permissions

Platonic Physical Contact: Okay if she knows you.
Romantic/Sexual Physical Contact: You better be getting some clear signals. If not, she isn't shy about punching.
Violent Physical Contact: She can handle herself. Don't expect her to back down.
Mindreading: She'd likely give you a wide, wide berth if she found out what you were doing. Her mind has been picked at enough by the gods.
IC Personal Boundaries/Warnings: She'd like to not get roughed up too bad. But Fang is a tough lady, so she'll hang on and go with the flow.
OOC Personal Boundaries/Warnings: I'd rather her not die (unless we speak about it beforehand) or lose any limbs. Scars are fine.

Oy! Can Water Pokémon live outside? If I came across a fish, let's say, would I need to carry around a tank?

(She thinks a floating fish that swims through the air would be fun.)

Cozy, my Zigzagoon, wouldn't eat it, would he? Every time I mention an aquatic addition, he licks his lips.

(Private to Lightning.)

You thinkin' about stretching your legs, Sunhine? We could go hunting for new Pokémon together, you know. Dia and Cozy need some company.

(Unlike a certain hero, Fang isn't picky about who joins her group...er...duo.)

(/)

Yes! (Fang leaps, victoriously, into view of her Poké-Gear and scoops up a confused looking Zigzagoon. Her Purrloin is hanging back, tail twitching with mild curiosity.

That curiosity doesn't last long. Soon, she is licking her paw and rubbing over her left ear, one eye closed. What? She knows she's cute.)

Dia, check 'im out! What should we call him? (The Zigzagoon is on his back in Fang's arms, eyes bright.) He kinda reminds me of someone...

Hey, Vanille! Help me find a name! You too, Light! Weigh in! This is important.

(Technology is grand, but Fang has no patience for it. It's only thanks to her new furry friend that she hasn't smashed the communicator to pieces.)

Alright, is it on? Can anyone hear me? (The thick accent of a female Gran Pulsian is probably pretty startling to hear anyway. However there is an almost husky edge to this voice, perpetually sounding as if she has just woken out of a long slumber.

Which isn't far from the truth.) M'not sure how much I should say. The world doesn't seem t'be endin.

(The juries out on whether or not that's good.)

This cat thing can't talk. (Yes, she sounds disappointed by that.) So she directed me to this.

(There's a low expletive and a sigh.)

Guess there's no use in hidin' it. I'm Fang and if anyone could point me in the Savior's direction, I'd appreciate it.

(No! That doesn't sound insane at all!

Another button is pressed on accident - technology can take a hike, seriously - and bright green eyes can be seen, narrowed in frustration.)

Where's the off switch? (Have no fear, a Purrloin comes to the rescue, tapping the screen with a delicate paw. Does its grin seem wicked to anyone else?)