Name: Honeydoo Melonmelon
Age: 21
Race:Melon Muncher Wukong
Zone of Birth: Xuanzang, Czarina Tropical Agriculture
Class:SwashbucklerOutlaw
Current Employment Alignment: Freelancer
Description: Honeydoo is a feminine-built, enticingly curvy wukong with an impish smile, a choppy ponytail and proportionally huge breasts. She prefers to wear as little as possible, rarely sporting more than a bikini bottom and whatever skimpy-enough scavenged shirt she can manage to stuff herself into. Whatever her attire, she always has her sword close at hand, as a hardlight buckler projector, a gold earring and a charm bracelet with a single charm.
Personality: Honeydoo is a product of the near utopian life found in her home conclave, a brightly chipper and intensely oversexed ray of sunshine in an otherwise dreary New World. Cavalier in the extreme, Honeydoo's relaxed attitude towards concepts such as "ownership" and "private property" are usually smoothed over by her equally relaxed attitude towards nudity and casual intercourse.
Abilities: A surprisingly effective combatant, Honeydoo's years of cavorting and contorting have shaped her into an agile and evasive target, prancing about the battlefield in wildly unreadable patterns all while constantly stinging in with her sword. However, she prefers to utilize her winning charm and overripe assets to get her way whenever possible, all too pleased to solve any problems with a flash of cleavage rather than a sword.
Relationships:
Any Port in a Storm: A raucous seaside bar in a prosperous Czarina port town, Any Port is both the site of Honeydoo's first ever stripshow and her current home away from home. The wukong girl has been proposed to by every single staff member and patron of Any Port, and the fact that she has accepted and consummated every one of those proposals is the only thing keeping the fragile peace within the otherwise light-hearted community.
Important Life Moments:
Practically the poster child for conclave life, Honeydoo stowed away on the Czarina maglev one day on little more than the vague plan to find someplace interesting and grab something interesting. When she was ejected by the train staff in a small port town, the flashing lights and pulsing music of a nearby titty bar drew her attention. Twenty minutes later she was buck naked and twirling on the main stage, using her own tail as a stripper pole while the enraptured locals showered her with their hard-earned money.
At that moment, the great revelation of Honeydoo's life struck her: outside of the conclaves, people would actually pay to see boobs.
From that day forth, Honeydoo has made it her life's ambition to drift across the New World and wobble her goodies wherever a stage and an ATM can be found, gleefully soaking up the riches of those unfortunates with the poor luck of being born in less pleasant parts of the New World.
Quotes:
"I can't believe I'm getting paid for this!"