Alix Balthazaar

While small in stature, this lady packs a punch. A drinker, a killer, and hater, the tiny German bombshell loves her men like she loves her competition: DEAD.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by ThatsNotPoetry

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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Description

Alyx stands at 5'1". Her body is stout and strong, with neck-crushing thighs and tiny, deadly hands. Her hair follows those same short guidelines, though it's a fiery contrast to her white skin. Blame her skin tone on living in space. Her face boasts a doll-like teardrop shape, with large blue eyes and a plump red mouth.

She keeps herself in powerful, suggestion posture when in the public eye, but slumps like a mine worker in private.

Personality

Alix is a little bit lonely, a little bit crazy, and a whole lotta violent. Proving her dominance is always a top priority. This doesn't stop her from dropping into quiet, reflective moments, however.

Equipment

In her original storyline, Alix commands a pirate ship in the stars, outfitted with the newest and baddest of government, alien, and often illegal weaponry. There is always at least one gun and one knife on her person. However, her fists and her compact heat pistol are her favorite carry-ons.

History

(Capable of existing in modern and futuristic settings)

Alix Balthazaar's Story

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# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-13 01:02:11, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

Alix Balthazaar shoved the door ajar with one tiny palm, and rubbed at her nose with the other hand. Her step was more of a mosey, than anything. While it didn't much do her figure justice, it certainly was honest. Her hair was a mess today, but it was short enough that it hardly mattered. The sleep she thumbed from the corner of an eye had been there forever. What time was it? Time to be drunk again. Seems someone else was already there. A girl her size should've used heels to her advantage! Instead, her boots were nearly flat at the sole and laced as though for utility purposes. Her tank top carried vertical stitching, as was the norm. Her jacket, however, was short. The leather was worn and as old as she was. Smile? Smile was not in her vocabulary.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-06-13 01:07:12, as written by ThatsNotPoetry

Alix Balthazaar settled on a stool without an ounce of grace, opening her legs like a God damned cowboy and nudging onto the seat. The clip she fingered from her back pocket carried a wad of bills, and she was eager to spend them. What will destroy your brain fastest, little lady? Within moments, she had a line of shot glasses resting in front of her impatient hands. One at a time. Bam bam bam.

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