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Description
Aforementioned fur coat, almost golden eyes, long blonde hair, the same type of body Rooster always gives his characters, and teeth that all happen to be sharpened to a point.
History
Third Horseman of the Apocalypse, Famine.
Una Donahue traipsed in to the bar, feigning surprise as she saw Michael at the counter. Walking over to him, she bent over his bad-smelling shoulder. "Mikey! What a surprise to see you in here!" she said, smiling with her pointed teeth.
Michael looked up from his drink, his briefcase on his lap. "Hello, Famine." he said dully, earning him a tap on the head.
Una berated him, "Don't call me that in public."
Una Donahue sat by Michael, looking around the Bar. "Nice looking people. Do they serve food here, I wonder?"
Una Donahue grinned, baring her sharp teeth. "Whatever you've got." she purred.
Una Donahue laughed, and glared at Michael playfully. "Spoil this food and I'll beat your squishy ass."
Michael simply shrugged and continued drinking.
Una Donahue finished off the meal in less than a second, only vaguely chewing. Michael, on the other hand, continued staring in to space.
Una Donahue wiped her mouth happily. She eyed Tidus' food hungrily.
Una Donahue gleefully took the food, looking at Michael. "At the rate he's going, they'll be out of food in a couple of hours!" she informed him happily.
Michael sighed, leaving his fellow Horseman and walking out of the bar.
Una pouted. Mikey was no fun.
Una Donahue frowned. "Aw, did Mikey do that to you?" she asked with false concern to Paul.
Una Donahue shrugged, turning to her now completely clean plate. On the occasions Pestilence actually had something resembling a personality, he tended to mess with people's genes.
Una Donahue grinned mischievously. "Just bring me a little bit of everything." she said sweetly, though her teeth seemed to offset this.
Una Donahue "Thank you. You know, I could just eat you up, you're so nice..."
Una Donahue barely registered the scream, so intent on eating the food layed before her.
Una Donahue tapped the counter again. "Can I get some more food?" she asked sweetly.
Una Donahue "Anything." she said. She really didn't care, as long as she was eating.
Una Donahue simply tipped the food in to her mouth, not even pausing to chew.
Una Donahue simply licked her lips and looked around the bar.
Una Donahue glared at Dark at this point. "Well, then piss off." she growled. Horsemen and archangels simply didn't go together.
Una Donahue looked quizzically at Crepa as she scooted around.
Una Donahue continued sitting, settling for just mooching some nutrients off of everyone around her.