The good thing about being me is there aren’t photos floating around the Internet. Also the bad part, cause I keep having to describe myself to those who ask. Not the creepy ones though.
I liked my hair. Easy. Didn’t cover my eyes during the fights; could be grabbed at night, and tied back for the cage. Just like this photo of a random girl I found online, plus the black ends, making a softly defined stripe around my neck. Reminds me of who I am: a Tigress, queen of the conglin. A proud girl of yang.