<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/3f7ac0355e6a7d875975b6bc89be65f7/tumblr_mkqxnaGpbS1rly7h0o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vixen Vickers<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human, Female<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Raven<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Blue<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5'7"<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>110 lbs.<br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong>Bisexual, Borderline Nymphomaniac<br/><br/>Vixen Vickers was disappointed that she couldn't harm the innocents, not even for fun, but like any seasoned gun-toting mega whore, she didn't show it.  Instead, she simply smiled her lascivious, lip-licking crimson smile, her artificially stained pearly whites gleaming with want -- the people around her were so hot that they made her teeth sweat.  But before she knew it, she saw herself dropping from the vessel, and hit the ground hard.  She slowly turned over and rested on the side of her money maker, and suddenly snapped back her raven hair.<br/><br/>"That cow!" she hissed as she got up, all the time permitting her movements to accentuate her firm posterior.  She then turned around, and raised an eyebrow at the incoming horde of zombies.  Her left hand extended outwards, and a long cylinder slid out from a sheathe in her wrist.  Then, once in her grasp, she brought both hands to the shaft, and jerked to her left side in a swift, imperious motion.  Then, she moved the cylinder in a wide arc before her.  As she moved, the shaft elongated to three feet, and a katana formed in her hands.  She raised it to the samurai's defensive position.<br/><br/>"All right, boys," she said, smiling.  "If we get out of this, it's blow jobs for everyone."  She winked, and then rushed into combat, running exceedingly quickly for being in high heels.  As she neared the group, she touched a button on the side of her glasses and a protective mask formed over her face.  With one quick slice, she commenced her dirty work.  And she loved it.