Gender: "Female."
Species: "Panthera tigris tigris, Bengal Tiger"
*Weapon:* WEAPON IF ANY
Height: "Unfortunately, only 5 foot 4 inches."
Weight:120 lbs.
Appearance: Bleu has a slight frame. She stands at only 5'4". The Bengal tiger - which she is part - is also small. Her shape is also small, though womanly. The tiger is known to attract prey with appearance, so Bleu curvy in hope to attract her prey. Her figure is also athletic, taught legs and arms from her consistent training sessions in her old facility. On her shoulders are dark, distinct markings of the tiger she is that become lighter as they move down her arms. The stop half-way to her elbow They can be mistaken for tattoos to the human, eye.
Bleu's hair is blonde, light, like her tiger coat. The texture is smooth, and it falls right above her waist straight with a slight wave. The tresses are thick, and often a hassle when training. Most times she will pull it back into a high ponytail or into a braid that falls down her back or over her shoulder.
Her face is heart shaped, with a rosy tint to her cheeks. Full lips brush over teeth that are straight and a bright white. Her canines are pointed, though not as large or defined as the tiger's. Bleu's eyes are easily her favorite feature. Dark, lush lashes bat over them. The irises are cobalt blue; a color unlike any ever seen, though resembling those of the white tiger. They seem to almost glow, and attract a curious stare from whoever looks at them. They are described as warm yet icy, and seem to peer into your soul.
The big scary tiger demeanor she adapted in SAPH isn't who she truly is. The identity is a face she puts on is to make sure she lives. As a hybrid, you must prove how worthy of living your are. Being the ferocious tiger girl was the role Bleu had to adapt if she wanted to breath. Becoming that girl was hard, though. As a young girl she was shy, quiet. She would spend her time alone or reading. She would socialize with the other students, mostly just to help them, as Bleu had a compassionate and caring side. At SAPH, employees would shout at her, and handle her roughly. At night she would cry and find bruises on her arms. This treatment continued on for years until Bleu finally had enough and lost her temper. Since then, she has learned that she can and should speak up for herself.
In SAPH, Bleu thought that she had to go along with the torture and mistreatment she received. It wasn't until she was thirteen that she had had enough. She was abruptly thrown into the cage, when she exploded. She jumped to her feet as the employee had his back turned, and jumped onto his back. Her legs wrapped around his neck, cutting off his air. Long story short, the man nearly died. A half dozen soldiers were sent to her cage, and two tranquilizers later she was slowly losing consciousness on the floor. Since then, Bleu gained a new-found confidence, and discovered the wicked temper she has.
Talents: "Oh, I've got plenty."
- Tigers are independent animals, so they hunt on their own. In her facility, Bleu was a hunter, or assassin for her incredibly hunting ability. She seems to have almost a second sense for where someone or something is. She feels a charge in her body, and just knows where to go. Her heightened senses like sight and smell and hear also help when hunting. Bleu loves the thrill of the hunt.
- Accuracy. One of Bleu's favorite weapons are guns. Guns are a more common weapon of today, and very effective when out on missions. The weapon would be tucked into the waistband of her pants, and she could whip in out before anyone could blink and send a bullet to a brain. She can hit and target with deadly accuracy.
- With her teeth, claws, and muscle, Bleu is very strong. It isn't very hard for her to snap a femur or two. She uses this ability to break locks, or torture information out of someone. The latter isn't a technique she uses often, for her compassion leaks out.
Flaws: "Well, everyone has them. No need to judge."
- Height. She is so short, she feels it is a great disadvantage.
- Temper.
- Fire.
- Not having control over herself.
- Know-it-alls.
- Trust
Bio:Bleu was an assassin for SAPH; the girl to take care of all the dirty jobs. She was sent out often for days, months, even years at a time to get information and take care the target. At the training center, she would spend every day training, working on agility, strength, accuracy. She was forced to work hard, and was often mistreated. It was later in life when she realized she could do something about it. She then began scaring the staff.
[left]Sample Post:
Cursing under her breath, Bleu wiped sweat dripping from her brow. The adrenaline from the workout lingered in her muscles, and her arms shook slightly. She set up on the weight bench and tried to catch her breath. What was that? All day they had been pushing her past her normal limit. Years ago she stopped training; now she only worked out to stay in shape. Why?
Sighing, Bleu got up and began walking towards the exit. It was the only one she never of in the room and it happened to lead right into her captivity facility. Suddenly, the wall across the room burst open and a dozen men in black stormed towards her. Stopping in her tracks, Bleu only hesitated for a second before reaching behind her and grabbing her gun off the table. In the next second, her hand was bursting through the glass that held the ammunition. In less than thirty seconds, Bleu stood with a loaded weapon pointed directly at the brain of the lead soldier.
He lifted his hands, a seemingly defensive gesture until he showed his own weapon. It was a long rifle; very familiar. The handgun in Bleuâs hand dropped to the concrete. Her boots touches it, sending it sliding across the floor to the soldier. He smiles, looking to his gun, and points it at Bleu. She stiffens as he gives her instructions. âOn your knees with your hands on the back of your head.â She clears her throat. âWill you give me your word I will not be harmed?â Only a stiff nod was given as an answer. Without hesitating, she drops to the ground. The men advance quickly, tying nylon ropes to her wrists and ankles and reinforcing them with hand cuffs. The rifle banged against the back of her head, and she swallowed.
A thick white band is secured around her head, covering her mouth, nose, and eyes. The cloth had a thick, sweet scent. Upon inhaling it, Bleu felt her head spin. Oh no, she thought. She began pulling at the restraints, trying to free her hands. They were tied tightly, though, and there was no way she would be able to remove the blindfold. âDonât try struggling, youâre only making yourself hyperventilate,â said the soldier. He was right. Because of her wiggling, Bleu had inhaled more of the sweet toxin. She felt herself sway, and she fell onto the concrete. Her body felt heavy, and she couldnât find the strength to get up. The world was spinning, getting dark. âNice scent, donât you think? Itâs called-â The leader was cut off as Bleu plunged into darkness.