Bambi

Name: Bambi. She claims it's a nickname from her first job, but refuses to elaborate. No one knows her real name and at this point, no one asks.

Age: 19, a fact she brings up with pointed precision whenever anyone tries to dismiss her. "Legal in all fifty states," she'll say, tapping a bracket with her tongue.

Affiliation: The Ruby's crew. She's the unofficial mascot, the little sister, the chaos gremlin who shows up with stolen pastries and zero boundaries. Cass lets her crash in the back booth when she's avoiding her landlord. Mona does her taxes in exchange for a weekly box of donut holes. She's embedded.

Physical appearance:

Bambi is built like a woman who will never stop looking like she just asked a boy to a middle school dance, and she uses that to her advantage. She's short, maybe five foot three in the platform sneakers she always wears. They're chunky, white, scuffed at the toes, and add nothing to her grace. She has a round face, full cheeks that flush deep pink at the slightest provocation, and a small nose that wrinkles when she grins. Her mouth is wide, cupid's bow lips perpetually slick with some kind of flavored gloss. When she smiles—which is often—she displays a full set of metal braces. Brackets and wires catch every scrap of light, silver against her teeth, and she has a habit of dragging her tongue across them when she's thinking.

Her eyes are large, dark brown, and unnervingly direct. There's a perpetual glint in them, the look of someone who is absolutely not thinking about what she's supposed to be thinking about. Her hair is long, dark, and always pulled into a high ponytail that swings with every movement, thick strands occasionally escaping to frame her round face.

She has a soft, lush body. Her tits are full and heavy, pressing against the front of whatever faded band tee she's wearing—tonight it's My Chemical Romance, the fabric thin and stretched, the neckline loose enough to show the top edge of a small pink heart tattoo just above her left breast. They bounce with every step, unharnessed and obvious, and she makes no move to minimize them. Her waist is soft, her belly round and visible where her shirt rides up, and her hips flare wide, encased in light-wash jeans that are tight enough to show the shape of her thighs, the curve of her ass. She has a tattoo on her hipbone, just peeking above the waistband: a small pink heart, matching the one on her chest.

Her braces are the first thing people notice, and she knows it. She uses them. She'll flash a wide grin, letting the metal catch the light, before saying something absolutely feral.

Bambi is not fat; she is plump in all the right places.

Personality: Bambi projects an aura of pure, volatile innocence. She talks with a thick, gooey sweetness, punctuated with giggles and high-pitched enthusiasm, which makes the crude, forward things she says hit ten times harder. She is utterly free of shame. She wants something, she takes it. She has an aggressive, cuddly nature that treats physical intimacy like a game of tag. She operates on pure id and immediate gratification, but without malice. Her inherent sweetness is genuine, she simply has no filter and no concept of doing things at a reasonable pace. She's a ‘finders-keepers’ type, and once she's decided she likes someone, she'll treat them like a new favorite plush toy, possessive and cozy. Despite her youth, she’s got a fierce streak and isn't afraid of anyone—especially older women who might try to tell her what to do.