Name: Stella Artois
Appearance: Long blonde hair pulled back with a couple of locks left loose to frame her face.. Blue Tattoos on her cheeks and forehead hide recent scars received during the fight which killed her parents. She is short, standing at only 4’ 11” tall, she is tond like a gymnast but is also a bit curvy.
Apparel: She is typically seen in a short sleeved shirt and jeans, her feet clad in soft leather ankle boots. When she is out doing her Graffiti and other activities where she doesn’t want to be recognized she has her hair done up in a bun and hidden under a ski cap, a long hoodie that covers her to mid thigh tops leggings and combat boots. The hood of the hoodie is pulled up to help hide her face, though she does wear a mask, a bandana that covers all but her eyes. Gloves cover her hands and keep her from leaving fingerprints behind. A black backpack completes things, inside is her cans of spray paint, some books and other everyday items, including a sketchbook and pencils.
Telekenetic Object Manipulation
Small Bag of Holding
Azuma No Akuma (Demon of the West)
She had just gotten home from doing a bit of errand running when she saw it, people were fighting again. They were on the top of the building and flames were racing all around and debris was falling into the streets. With a scream she ran towards the building, tears streaking her face as she screamed for her parents and then the building collapsed and she threw her hands up to cover her face and...suddenly was two streets back and sagging against the nearest wall in exhaustion and shock as she just watched her building with her family in it burn.
She shook her head in denial and then covered her face with her hands, sobbing as she turned and ran, trying to escape the terror and overwhelming grief. Eventually, she stumbled to a stop and fell to her knees, huddled against the wall in the depths of a dank and dark alley. She passed out there from exhaustion and shock. When she woke up her grief was just as intense but it was tempered with something else, hatred, a burning seething hatred for the people who were supposed to protect the City and those within it and instead had such a careless disregard for the common folks that they wantonly destroyed everything around them, killing anyone who just happened to be there.
She looked down at her hands and clenched the dirt and soot-streaked fingers into fists and vowed revenge. Against who she wasn't sure, but someone had to pay.