Kelly's lethargy had become legendary, but with a few prey of her own, the mimic had become incredibly plush. The more prey she choked down, the more sensitive she got, so when Davion's hot breath washed over her backside, and that tongue lapped at her most vulnerable bits, she convinced herself she'd stop it before it went too far, but like all good prey-sluts, she gave in, in the end. Now, she's padding him out exceedingly well, and what remains is a foul pile of dragon shit 3 times the size of the creature in question, but she'd likely do it all over again, given the chance.~ (PERMA, 6/19/2022)
Kelly lives up to her surname. She spends most of her life in a haze. She prefers to think she's living on cloud 9. "I'm a super hero. What's my super power, you ask? Binge-watching without getting bored."
Kelly doesn't have much in the way of aspirations. Living off an inheritance after her parents disappeared under "mysterious circumstances, she hasn't had to grow up much at all." Looking for a buddy to burrito with? Congrats, you hit the jackpot, but it is BYOB (bring your own blanket).
Ideas:
Huh?
(Real talk, she's meant to be kind of open ended. Anything I can put here will feel too binding.)
Quick Stats:
Name: Kelly Haze
Gender: Female
Species: Human?
Alias: Hazy
Age: 21
Height: 6' 2" / 187 cm
Weight: 200 lbs / 91 kg
Occupation: Uhhh ...
Mate:
Chill dudes:
Author's note:
Fun events:
A former Kymair resident~