Name: Silvia Buschafellor
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Kitsune
Appearance: Long silvery-blonde hair that reaches back down to her mid-vertebrate. Eyes are the color of orange kool-aid after too much powder has been added to the drink mixture so its really bitter and no one at the party wants to drink it, not even Jeremy K. and he always likes drinking the orange kool-aid, that might be the only reason he even shows up to these parties, he's not talking or drinking or blazing or flirting or dancing, he just watches the kool-aid and he won't even have any of the goddamn orange kool-aid if it's as orange as Silvia's eyes. Her lips are bright pink like the morning sky you admire after getting into a car wreck at 6:30 A.M. so you have to stand outside and watch the sun as the other driver frantically dials for an AAA truck on their IPhone. Damn, that's a pretty sky. She has freckles scattered around her cheeks like a helping off extra mozzarella the cook puts on your omelet even though you didn't want mozzarella in the first place but you don't want to tell him because he's a cool guy and you wouldn't want him to think less of you. She's got on those black pants that everyone who rides a motorcycle seems to wear, and they've got this big hole in the back for her tail that makes you wonder whether she made the hole herself or if there's a special service that sells pants with big holes and wonder what kind of people besides people with tails would buy big hole pants. Her white blouse is open enough that you'll take a peek at her breasts just because cleavage presents itself at which point you'll notice that her right breast is asymmetrically smaller than her left one, did she have surgery or an accident? Now your still staring at her chest with sexual excitement replaced with intrigue and curiosity but now she's notice and oh no she's bludgeoning you with a mallet man it's hard to see with all this blood in your eyes gotta' run to the door but it's disorientating with the wooden smashing into your skull and shoulders and it hurts really bad make it stop this is a bad day.
Ambition: C.R.E.A.M.: Cash Rules Everything Around Me, CREAM, get the money, dolla' dolla' bill' y'all. Ah yes, the wonders of extreme capitalism fueled by the virtues of monopoly and greed. Mmm, smell the dough racking up. With these new powers, Silvia could make some real cash, distance herself from the proletariats and their silly pursuits like compassion and love. Money can't buy love? What's so special about that? Money can buy a catapult to launch a big rock into you and your spouse, and try loving after both of you are crushed under 20 tons of raw granite. Stuff like this proves the divinity of money, and Silvia will plow through anyone in her path, whether its Nazi, Goug or Mark Walhberg and her Funky Bunch.
Circumstances: The suburbs, God, how plebian. Row upon row of happy white houses with middle-class families. It's inland, and houses mainly white-collar workers as they go to their banks and insurance corporations and what not. Silvia was raised here, and couldn't wait to leave the impoverished hellhole. Her highschool boyfriend told her he was working to be a doctor, turned out he was turning hours at the gas station. She promptly stomped his dick in the dirt. Fortunately, with this war happening, there's plenty more opportunities to get out of here.
How do you feel about Emergency Transformations powers, GUNINANRUNIN?