-Age: 19

-Gender: Female

-Role: no. 13: The Black Mamba

-Loyalty: CLOUD "But I don't know. Maybe I'll switch if I can get a cruise to go with that deal. . . ."

-Description: A coy, sincere smile is not what is commonly shown on Chell's face. It's either a smirk, a disinterested stare into the distance, or a very, scary angry face that no one likes to see. She doesn't put her hair into pig tails of her own will and that little plaid outfit she's wearing? There's a lot of doubt that she'd go into public like that. Most of the time, she may wear low, black, v-necked shirts with long sleeves, black shorts and combat boots. She has a holster for her whip hanging from the right-side of her hip, but she may be seen harmlessly twirling her whip in small circles absent-mindedly.

-Height: 5'10"

-Weight: 90 lbs

-Hair Color: Light blue

-Eye Color: Blue

-Personality: Chell is always ready with a witty remark in her head. She rarely ever pauses to think about her words, and as a result most of the things she says are most likely bitter and sarcastic. And she means it. Most of the time anyway. When she's with anyone she likes she only becomes even more razor-tongued, and it's only because she's better at expressing bitter feelings than anything else. So if she says "You're stupider than a donkey," it may be because she likes you. . . . or really does think you're stupid. It's complicated, let's put it that way. She hates being compared to anyone, as she feels she's an independent person who deserves to be recognized alone.

Her fuse is fairly short, and her anger can be set off by a multitude of things. When she's angry, she starts complaining and nagging like that really old aunt at family reunions that no one wants to sit next to because you know they're just going to talk your ear off about their problems. If she gets really angry, she may get violent. She has been known to be very rebellious all her life. If you tell her to sit, she stands. If you tell her to stand, she sits. If you tell her to jump off a cliff she'll laugh at you. If you tell her to not jump off a cliff, she'll laugh harder. Really, it's either you love her or you hate her. Most likely hate. Her idea of happiness is in a hammock in the Bahamas being hand fed grapes by a shirtless attractive man, and drinking fruit cocktails and relaxing like their was no tomorrow. Peace and quiet. She's really that sort of person.

Chell can be received as a brat, an ogress, demon, or any other sort of horrible being you can come up with. She particularly hates being called a vampire. Despite all of the really harsh exterior, she's actually a very hard-working person. She tends to make it seem that it doesn't take much, but not being naturally gifted in any area besides maneuvering a whip, she's always had to work on her own. She is a very stubborn woman and very independent. Flirting? When it comes to that, Chell's a tease. She only sees it as a game, and that's the only reason why she's so masterful at it. For some reason, she only flirts to make other guys mad. If she doesn't like you, she flirts with you and she's using you. Simple as that.

-Quirks: Chell tends to lick her fingers before she takes out her whip, similiar to the way football players lick their fingers before they throw a football. She does it to keep a good grip on it, but it still looks strange. . . . She also has a habit of spinning in wheeled chairs whenever she sits in one until she's dizzy and disoriented. While standing still, she's accustomed to shifting her weight onto one foot and placing one hand on her hips in a show of attitude.

-Likes:
Risks; "Life wouldn't be as fun without 'em."
Cursing; "Conversations wouldn't be as fun without 'em."
Jalapenos; "Food wouldn't be as fun without 'em."
Making fun of relatively anything; "My life wouldn't be as fun without it!"
Warm areas, preferrably an island; "Earth wouldn't be as fun without them!"

-Dislikes:
Not getting her way; "The thing I don't get about no, is the part where I don't get what I want."
Dependence; "Do I look like a damsel in distress? Do I need your help? . . . Don't answer that question."
Being compared; "Especially to extremely busty women. Seriously? Pervs. . . ."
Being proven wrong; "Ugh, so you're right? Guess what? Don't care."
Hard work; "No one likes hard work, for God's sake...."

-Other: I read everything.

-Relationships:
*Wolf -
*Stallion - "Always that same smile. It's creepy. Just creepy."
*Tiger -
*Silent One -
*Samurai - "It's nice to know someone can take a joke once in a while. Though since we're enemies now, I suppose he'll have to take much more than an emotional jab from moi."
*Twins - "One acts like some uptight mother. The other's cheerfully lustful for blood. Either side doesn't look very promising to me."
*Gunman - "He's quiet. That's a good thing. If he was talkative, that'd just give me more reason to kill him."
*Jackyl - "She's cool. Funny as hell, too."
*Giant -
*Ranger - "I don't really talk to him. Hell, I don't think anyone really wants to talk to him."
*Hunter -
*Reaper - "Bi-polar, much?"
*Black Mamba - "Oh, that person? Don't know her."

-Sample Post: The squeaking came to a stop, as Chell stopped the circling motion of the wheeled chair with an abrupt stomp on the ground. She didn't know why she continued to spin until she couldn't see straight. It was just out of habit. Carefully stepping over the body, she glanced at the scene that surrounded her. It didn't look like there had been struggle, and she had been extra cautious not to leave a whole array of bruises standing out on his neck. The ones that she could see were faint, but snake-like. They slithered around her victim's neck. A very iconic trademark of The Black Mamba. Controlling the urge to childishly kick the fat mass, she stepped out onto the balcony and licked her fingers one-by-one before brandishing her whip and latching onto a tilted flag pole adjacent to the building. She stepped off the cold stone, and with fluid movements, snaked her way around the city.

This was an easy job. She hadn't felt in the mood for playing around and made sure to see to a quick demise. Chell couldn't wait to get back to her temporary living space to cut back and relax. Maybe watch a chick flick and laugh at the extremely cliche situations the heroine dramatically reacted to in a sickeningly unrealistic way while eating jalapeno beef jerky to her heart's content. Making fun of people was her favorite pastime after all. Then she would start groaning as vacation commercials came onto the screen, wishing she could trade places with the super bright smiley actors sun-tanning on the beach. A typical weekend night for The Black Mamba that the assassin was looking forward to.