<strong>Name:</strong>Fox's Most Beautiful Daughter<strong>Passion:</strong>Vengeance<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Frost<strong>Skills:</strong>Brawl(X) Quickness(X) Firearms(X)<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.(X) 2.(X) 3.(X)<br/><strong>AP:</strong>8(10)[5]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>1(6)<br/><hr/><br/>"You can't chill me," she replied to him, leaning into the armor, pressing her boobs against it, feeling her nipples start to stand up.  "I've been in places where you are a warm spring day, in little else but what I have now.  And besides, I find cold...<em>exciting</em>.  Gets all my parts pumping and the engine running just to keep me all warm."  As for Monkey, well, her answer was simple.  "You can't grab Monkey, Sweetums.  She'll wiggle out of your grip.  She's very like her father in that respect.  Hates having her freedom taken away.  No, she'll never be mine.  Or yours, or any being's.  There'll be those that belong to her, though."