Age: 21
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 105 lbs.
Hair: White with Pink Highlights
Eyes: Yellow (Contacts)
Alignment: Heel
Nationality: American
Entrance Music: Precious Thing by Olli
Appearance:
Important Note

Look man you just gotta trust me on this, and pretend she looks like this for all the following outfits. Bear with me here, lemme cook.
The Many Casual Fits of Pollie Cosmo










"What, you thought I WASN'T gonna style on these losers?"
Gym Gear

"Yes, even someone of my skill has gotten stay fresh with the technique."
Wrestling Outfit

"You already know you don't stand a chance!"
Fighting Style:
Pollie knows she's not exactly a powerhouse, what with her small size and all. But people always think strength is everything- Really, it's all about speed, baby! Pollie can run circles around just about everybody, and often uses that momentum in flashy hit-and-run attacks that'll leave fans and foes alike dazed!
Buuuuut, when that fails her, she finds a kick between the legs or a rake of the eyes are much, much more effective than nothing.
Preferred matches:
Stamdard, Ladder, Multi-Woman Bouts
Finishing moves:
Cosmo on the Rocks

The Slipup

Personality:
If you asked Pollie Cosmo who her top five rappers of all time were, she would say her own name five times. And if you asked her top five wrestlers, you'd get the exact same answer. Pollie has lofty ambitions for herself not just in LAW, but in the entertainment industry as a whole. Touting herself as the "Realest One Here", she is an expert on running her mouth, hyping herself up, and most importantly, getting under people's skin. Unfortunately her uh, "gift of the gab" often gets her the gift of a jab to the face. She's got the presence and confidence of a superstar- Now she just needs to develop the bite to back up her bark.
She also LOATHES being called short.
Background:
Pollie grew up in the projects of Baltimore, Maryland, raised by a single mother who, bless her heart, tried her best with the hand they were dealt. Pollie has nothing but love and respect for her mother. She busted her ass to make ends meet for the both of them, yet despite that she never once lost her smile around Pollie. Especially when it came to Pollie's future- Pollie had big dreams of becoming a rapper, envisioning herself as a queen of the underground. And her mother was right there to cheer her on, encouraging to dream big and always shoot for the sky no matter what. 'As long as you don't join a gang', was her only stipulation.
But while Pollie was true to her word, never getting tangled with anything like that, she still had a mischievous side.
She never did anything extreme, just petty stuff: Graffiti, trespassing, and at the very worst, fist fights. She always had people ragging on her for being short, and a short temper to boot... And was never afraid to put boots to people who talked shit, no matter the odds she had of actually winning. It was actually during one of those fights, against three other girls, that a stranger in a suit rushed in and broke things up, shooing the other three away. At first, Pollie was completely peeved, wanting to handle them herself- But then the man spoke up.
"Listen, I'm a talent scout for LAW- How would you like to join our Young Lioness program?"
Pollie's eyes lit up- This was it, this was her ticket to stardom! Even if uh, it was a roundabout way to make it big as a rapper... But screw it, she can work that out later! She said "hell yes" with zero hesitation, and took the first step on her path to fame- No matter what, everyone was going to know her name!
Q'n'A
Q: Why LAW?
A: I mean it wasn't my first choice, but hey, anywhere with TV cameras is as good place to start as any.
Q: What's your goals?
A: Two words: World. Domination. Fuck a household name, I want people to be talking 'bout me in every single room!
Q: Who do you want to face?
A: Pssht- You think I remember any of these girls' names? I don't give a damn who I face, all I care about is proving I belong in the LAW. Write that down verbatim, don't you dare paraphrase me.
Q: Favourite movie?
A: Ooooo, hm... Die Hard? Prolly Die Hard, it's cool as fuck. They should remake it honestly, imagine that with like, modern day special effects.
Q: Favourite song?
A: Kno Ya Wrong, Schoolboy Q. Ethereal, majestic, god it's so good.
Q: What motivates you every day?
A: In the long term? Everybody in the world knowing my name. For now though? I just wanna get enough money so my mama can move some place nice.
Q: Do you prefer dogs or cats?
A: Dragons, next question.
Q: Favourite wrestling move?
A: Whatever gets me the win. *laughs* Uhhh... Shooting Stars are -crazy-, I always go nuts when I see one.
Q: Any idols?
A: Shit where d'you want me to start? Ahhhh, nah, nah, lemme pick one... Let's go Aesop Rock. Dude's one of the most creative rappers alive, and nobody can touch that flow.
A: I mean it wasn't my first choice, but hey, anywhere with TV cameras is as good place to start as any.
Q: What's your goals?
A: Two words: World. Domination. Fuck a household name, I want people to be talking 'bout me in every single room!
Q: Who do you want to face?
A: Pssht- You think I remember any of these girls' names? I don't give a damn who I face, all I care about is proving I belong in the LAW. Write that down verbatim, don't you dare paraphrase me.
Q: Favourite movie?
A: Ooooo, hm... Die Hard? Prolly Die Hard, it's cool as fuck. They should remake it honestly, imagine that with like, modern day special effects.
Q: Favourite song?
A: Kno Ya Wrong, Schoolboy Q. Ethereal, majestic, god it's so good.
Q: What motivates you every day?
A: In the long term? Everybody in the world knowing my name. For now though? I just wanna get enough money so my mama can move some place nice.
Q: Do you prefer dogs or cats?
A: Dragons, next question.
Q: Favourite wrestling move?
A: Whatever gets me the win. *laughs* Uhhh... Shooting Stars are -crazy-, I always go nuts when I see one.
Q: Any idols?
A: Shit where d'you want me to start? Ahhhh, nah, nah, lemme pick one... Let's go Aesop Rock. Dude's one of the most creative rappers alive, and nobody can touch that flow.