Estelle Zeringue A.K.A. "E.Z. Money"<br/><br/>Appearance:<br/><br/>With a mane of thick, lusterous ebony curls atop a trim five foot nothing frame, Estelle's face has a soft featured youthfulness. When coupled with her small build, her face misleads people who don't know her into believing her to be much younger then she is in actuality. Twenty-four and still carded for cigarettes, she doesn't fit her reputation.<br/><br/>Everything from her designer bike jacket to her meticulously tended hair silently screams money. With road rash kevlar woven into the cappuccino leather, it remains soft to the touch and fits her like a second skin when it's zipped up. Rarely does she bother however, enjoying the feeling of the wind against her skin. Estelle has an extensive collection of designer ratty tanktops. Given the climate of the city and her penchant for leather, they offer little modesty, often soaked and translucent with her excitement.<br/><br/>Faded jean shorts are hung low on her hips, groping her ass like a molester. Again, they have a feeling of "designer casual", much like the tall black leather boots she favors. They match the black leather bike gloves that stretch up her forearms, the chrome buckles glistening like teeth. The toned ebony flesh of her abdomen is exposed, a strand of golden beads dangling from her navel piercing.<br/><br/>As unassuming as she is naturally, when she opens her mouth, there's something about her tone that is both playful and compelling. The charisma of a street preacher mingled with the insanity of youthful indiscretion. Charming, beautiful, and unbalanced... Frightening and fuckable, she's addictive from the moment she opens her mouth.<br/><br/>(http://www.celebritycd.com/naomicampbell/naomi05.jpg)<br/><br/>Background:<br/><br/>Originally from Los Angeles, Estelle is the child of first generation African immigrants. Little else is known about them, aside from the fact her father is politically powerful and she only talks to them when she's in a fix. She rarely heard the word no growing up, and apparently has never learned to accept it now when she does hear it.<br/><br/>She lives the life of an animal, knowing no limitations of morality. Estelle has little respect for law or social grace, only seeking to sate her savage impulses. An urban primitive, there's something seductive in a woman who lives life by her own rules. Something frightening as well. With access to substantial sums of cash at the nearest ATM, she continues to support herself via theft and brutality. Though her record is technically clean, it's littered with reams and reams of assault charges that never stuck in court.<br/><br/>Very much the black sheep of the family, it's assumed that her father performs the rather exhausting task of keeping her out of jail to avoid a scandal. He feeds her money when she requests it and otherwise seems to want little to do with her.<br/><br/>It's unlikely any rehabilitation is possible for this young psychopath. The wise thing to do would be to simply have her put down or shut in a sanitarium for the remainder of her days. Her violent tendencies and utter lack of ethical dilemma leaves her ill suited to live a normal life, but grants her a tremendous advantage in criminal circles. In short, she's the meanest bitch on the west coast... and enjoys every minute of it.<br/><br/>Specialities:<br/><br/>An adrenaline junkie of the highest calibur, she enjoys taking risks and therein lies most of her strengths. Tremendously capable as a fighter, she is ferociously strong and flexible, despite her size. She is the logical choice for any jobs involving slim crawlspaces, dizzying heights, or broken noses. Something of a motorhead, she has an affinity for motorcycles that borders on a fetish. Rarely carrying any weapons, she is astute enough to know there are some criminal charges (like armed assault) her father can't make disappear, and vicious enough that she rarely needs them.