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"personal fav of mine~"
Name: Phoebe Amelia Wilder. "AKA the hot rod redhead, Phoenix!~
Alias's" "Phoenix, spitfire, anything that sounds hot works for me. heheh."
Age: a nice ol' twenty two baby!"
Weight: "hundred n' thirty two pounds of ass kicking!"
Height: "five foot nine. helps being tall too look down on all y'all. heheh."
Nationality: "the good ol' U.S. of A. baby!"
alignment: Whatever the hell i feel like doin!"
"Hot? hell yeah babe!~"
Voice:
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Bio:
"aw? want my life story?
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Phoebe throughout most of her life was one thing, and one thing only, rash. blazing through life headfirst was her way. stubborn as a ox and as quick witted as a fox, it was no surprise the hot blooded woman was destined for a life of excitement and hectic shenanigans. rarely feeling at home amongst the droll everyday common life, even among her own parents sadly. throughout her youth, she would constantly seek out the next adrenaline rush. be it taking on the toughest bully in the yard, snowboarding down dangerous mountains, climbing too the top of school buildings, and more. nothing ever seemed too keep the energetic ball of hype still for long. as such, she really couldn't slow down much for others, leading to, a fairly solitary life amongst other people throughout her many age groups. as a result, the craving for a constant rush of adrenaline slowly became more than a simple enjoyment of the rush, it soon became a way for her too cope with the creeping lonely feeling she seemed too always feel. no one seemed too ever be able too keep up with her, and so always jumping from one place too the other, each hoping too get that next fix of a rush in any way she can. going from bike racing, to dare devil performances, to stunt flying, to many different fast paced sports modeling for a brief while, and many more high paced and high risk nerve wracking activities with no real goal in mind. and then, she would jump into a new world, the world of fighting. now, she was not inexperienced with the concept of brawling it out, having gotten into her fair share of scraps and bar brawls numerous times in her life, she half expected this world too be something similar.... and then, when she first stepped into a ring, everything changed. all eyes on her, the intensity of the moment, the wills of the two people facing one another giving all they got, the threat of pain, and worry of defeat, and the sheer..... rush from facing another woman in a sport like this was almost... euphoric for the hot blooded woman. this seemed too almost be a combination of every previous thing she had tried all at once. athletics, stunting, modeling, preforming and fighting all in one! this.... this was heaven. and boy, the life she had lived up until now certainly gave her a edge. her blazing speed for someone her size was almost insane! running and dodging and dancing around enemies like the bikes she used too race. going through the small leagues like they were nothing, until she caught the eyes of L.A.W. In their eyes, she was the full package, incredibly athletic, a hot headed and fun personality, preferring too be the center of attention, and VERY attractive? she was a done deal, and likewise, she was all too happy too take the signing. this was THE big leagues, if she thought what she had before was amazing, if what she heard about law was right.... this would possibly be her wildest ride yet~
appearance, "fineee, ya get one pic of me but that's it~":
her hot orange eyes her fiery red hair that blazes with fervor whenever the speedster decides too move quickly has earned her many nicknames throughout her life. fitting enough for the blazing and hot headed and VERY hot blooded attitude the woman is known for. coupled with a suitibly ironic smokin body, it seemed she was liked by someone up high with how hot she was. "I ain't complaining!~"
Wrestling details, "imma professional ass kicker!"
Phoebe is a speedster, no question about it. what makes her so dangerous, is the weight and force that this speedster can use. a middleweight with the speed too leave most lightweights in the dust, her quick wit and equally quick body is a deadly combination that is a force too be reckoned with! able too launch a flurry of strikes, before launching a powerful blow out of nowhere, or pouncing upon a enemy like a Cheetah and locking in all manner of simple, but BRUTAL submission holds. a non-stop barrage of constant and wild attacks that press the enemy more and more until they're ether beaten down, or worn out. both ripe for the take out!
on the flipside however, while she has great, nigh, amazing offensive abilities, slowing down and thinking things through is not exactly her forte. while far from being a dunce, leaping without looking is both a blessing and a curse. her defense is a good offense in her eyes, and any situation that requires critical thinking rather than witty actions will leave her stuck for a while. the fast paced woman doesn't like slowing down, take her speed from her, and you got yourself a average middle weight at best.
Speed: 5/5 "I... am speed."
Strength: 3.5/5
endurance: 3/5
stamina: 4/5
"sexiness? badass-ness? maximum~"
Preferred matches: "Anything awesome works for me!"
Attitude towards hentai matches: "eh, depends on the gal an' situation. imma classy gal and prefer gettin freaky behind doors~
Finisher: 'Skydive scorcher'
Pheobe leaps up to the corner, climbing her way up too the top rope, before standing on the precipice as high as she possibly can. showboating and hyping up any spectators as appropriate, she would then begin too bounce atop the ropes for a moment, getting as much extra height and 'ommpth' as she possibly can, before launching herself back as fast and hard as she can, flipping and spinning through the air as she prepares too CRUSH the opponent underneath her hard body. a high risk, high reward, and high awesome move fitting for a gal like her!
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her trademark pieces of get up that she rarely goes without is her sunglasses, and biker jacket. both of them mementos of very precious times for her. the glasses as a gift from her grandmother, the only one who really seemed too understand her at all, having seemed too inherit the woman's spunk, being equally as rambunctious and rash as Phoebe is today. and her jacket? from her first ever true home, amongst a gang of a daredevil biker team, a time she will never forget, and remains in contact with too this day. having led the team into many victories over the years.
Amusingly, she has a bachelors in vehicle engineering. having grown up in love with bikes, if she isn't wrestling, she can be found messing around in a car shop or messing with her bike.
she currently has sixty nine speeding tickets, a fact she is super proud of, and, for obvious reasons doesn't wish too change that.
she is rumored too have a tattoo somewhere on her thanks too a highschool bet that didn't go her way. and will deny it at every turn. where? who knows....
so yeah, that's me. as i said before, hope ya like what ya see! I'll take on all comers who think they can keep up with me, hope y'all like eating dust!~"