Age: 21 (Born July 29, 2002)
Rank: Fallen (Wrath)
Weapon: Chunner-Stunner, Leg armor that allows for heavy hits alongside quick movement. Secondary is a Luger Pistol named Ferrigno.
- Peppy and lively
- Always itching for a challenge
- Motivator and hype-woman
- Gotta go fast
- Carnivore 4 lyfe
- Stepping queen in training
- Stubborn at admitting self's faults
Biography: Little Leggie was raised among two former athletes, her mother an archer and her father a boxer. And seeing how both were athletes, it only seemed fit for her to pick up a sport now would she? And boy did she love using them legs that the lord granted her. Whether it was running, soccer, swimming, or anything else involving her legs, Legwarmers loved to do it and her parents supported her in whatever she did. However, these happy times slowly turned into hard ones. As the family talked about what the future held for them on the drive back home after her graduation ceremony, a speeding car struck the family. A funeral for two followed weeks later as both mother and father were laid to rest as a the two wept, the soul of their young daughter flitting above to heaven.
Heaven was a bit of shock for Legs as she awoke in the clouded city above, immediately asking if both parents were OK. To her relief, they were and her mind put at ease. But what would her life be of now since her time on Earth was pretty much non-existent at this time? Seeing as how heaven was a vast place, she was sure to find something to do, right? Well, the lord seemed to know exactly what Legs wanted, because as soon as she could even think of any sports, one slack-jawed, winged talent scout saw potential in the young angel. And by potential, he meant "fast money", but she was fresh out of the coffin, so the opportunity was perfect!
In a matter of months, Legwarmers gained rep throughout heaven in so many sports. Kickboxing, Swimming, Rollerblading; you name it, Legs had probably done it. And as the praise and rewards fell onto her, the money landed straight towards her scout, with a "fair" 80/20 cut. And while money was nice, Legs's eyes were on the gold. She had gained a fierce competitive streak and thanks to taking on so many sports all at once and the desire to win was extremely high. All that was missing was one last trophy to complete the first rack of pure gold; diving. Knowing she had this in the bag, why bother training? Just wait out til the day comes and score the gold just like that. And as the promised date came on her, she gave her all and came out with a glimmering silver!
Wait...Silver? Silver? Granted silver was a nice shade of shine but silver? Huh, guess you can't win them all, right? So this turned from returning back to her scout with a silver trophy, she was met with a rather surprising sight. The once slack jawed and greedy agent was now bitter and extremely nervous. All the money they won from their wins? A result of a gambling hand. And this was one gamble he couldn't imagine losing; a deal with an enforcer. The shelf of gold was now barren and a note laid there in bold ink directed at the two.
"Botch the next gold, and the only mineral you two are gonna get is the dirt."
With the stakes set extremely high for her, Legwarmers trained her ass off for her next event scheduled; an MMA match in 3 weeks. Legs took every route possible to get in tip-top shape. Diets, purging, anything that made her sweat, she did it. Even if there were nights where she felt tired and her bones weak and brittle, she kept at it. The awaited fight came and all weights were piled on top of her as the 5'9 angel was pitted against 6'6 Tank Top "T-Rex" Mando. But before the stepped into the ring, her scout slipped her a little somethin' somethin' for good luck. Nothing too serious really, just two pills that had the effects of amphetamines and steroids aptly dubbed "Sonic & Knuckles". Welp, some of the greats had to pop a pill eventually, right?
"Hope you're watchin' me, Mom and Dad. Leggie's gonna go fight herself a dinosaur."
The bell rang and Legwarmers could feel the pills effects kick in. First of all, whoa, colors everywhere. And second of all, god was she alive! 20 seconds in and she was nyooming all over the place, landing blows and barely getting hit. 30 seconds and she landed an amazing suplex! The crowd cheering! The excitement from the announcers!! The beautiful, beautiful waves of purple fluid that gushed out of her opponent!!! Why, it was so exciting and awesome that she passed out right there in the octagon! She was sure to win the gold after that amazing show! She was SURE to!
When she woke up however, she wasn't greeted by the cheers of adoring fans and the golden trophy that would be hers to claim. Instead, she awoke in a hospital, her body aching like crazy as her vision cleared up, spotting the TV nearby playing a news report about her match. And what she saw terrified the angel. Instead of the peppy usual self she saw whenever the sports highlights reel came up, she saw something else. A raggedy, worn out shell of a fighter wailing out blow after blow on Tank Top, his body barely moving as officials had to come in and restrain the girl. And although Tank Top survived, damage done to his legs and spine was permanent, with many believing that the man wouldn't be able to step into the ring once more. And with the higher ups gaining knowledge of this alongside the girl fessing up that drugs were involved in her brief rampage, Legs was naturally sent on down to the dirty doorstep of the world known as Daten.
While most angel's would take this fall with grace and immediately work on their faults as soon as possible, Legs was quite the opposite. In fact, she was royally pissed. Nothing a few kicks here and there wouldn't fix right? And let's take 'em out on some of those buildings yeah? Yeaaaaaaah, that'd work just fine.
But, this "anger release" as she called it landed her butt in an anger management council and over at the fine folks at FABO, where she would then lend her talents and now slightly mellowed self to the group. And with a wrestling league in the makes, Legs quickly found herself in a new home sweet home, ready for a fresh new start.
- Neon colored things
- 80's B-movies
- 80's soundtracks
- the 80's aesthetic really
- Beating personal records
- Steak, steak is nice, steak is really fucking choice
- Good healthy rivalries
- Overly critical people
- Being bedridden
- The number 9 by itself
- Settling for silver (a pet peeve she's trying to break)
- Chili (Too heavy for a girl of her stature)
- Florida (Why must all the good neon be trapped in a state that's constantly being burned to a crisp, WHY.)
-Has had many run-in's with a certain punchy demon. Is it a rivalry? Did the two just get off on the wrong foot? It's a mystery to all.
-Doesn't know half of her strength much of the time.
-Run's a blog where she review's retro-eccentric movies.
-Her guiltiest pleasure? The Longest Yard remake is one of her all-time favorite flicks. Yes, the one with Adam Sandler in it, she's sorry, ok?
-An absolute sucker for musicals. Her favorites?A tie between Flashdance and Footloose.
-Is fluent in English, Japanese, German and some slight Spanish.
-Just because she loves crap movies doesn't mean her taste is all entirely crap! Those movie's are like car crashes man, she can't get enough of them.
-Why yes, she is a natural redhead. And why yes, the carpet does indeed match the drapes.
-Owes 300 dollars in property damage to at least 2 Blockbusters.
-Wanna have a fun time? Play a co-op game with her and see how salty/angry she get's.