<div class="floatleft">(http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4444/4066378thumb.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lady Onyx</span></span><br/><em>Order Lead</em><br/><strong>STR: 6</strong><strong>SPE:  0</strong><strong>INT: 2</strong><br/><strong>DUR: 6</strong><strong>AGL: 0</strong><strong>PER: 2</strong><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Situation Room, Hall of Order<br/><br/>Metallic plating clinks slightly with the motion of heeled boots over it's gleaming surface. The dark black boots themselves shiny and well cared for the heels on each measuring an impressive four inches in length tapering down to a small point, a spike nearly. The shiny material continued turned a bright red as it forms from boots into pants. Those pants clinging to the long and toned legs of their owner betraying nearly every curve nearly every feature of the legs beneath. The bright red material flares outwards as it reaches the wide, rounded hips of their owner hips that were moving with a pronounced sway thanks to the somewhat exaggerated movements of their owner. The red material continues upwards into a equally tight shirt. A single zipper ran up the length of the bright red, shiny material, though now it dangles not too far above the navel of it's owner creating a large gap in the fabric. Chocolate-brown skin is easily seen in that created gap along with the sides of large and slightly heavy looking breasts which move with a subtle bounce, each step causing the pliable flesh to jiggle in a very subtle fashion.<br/><br/>The woman how possessed the long, slender and slightly curved body worn a somewhat worn looking face. Her features are beautiful, dark, and exotic wearing very little makeup she allows the natural deep-brown coloration of her skin to show through. Small lines and some wrinkles around the outside of her eyes place her at what would appear to be near middle-age, but with all of the metahumans around here, who could tell how old she -really- was. Her fashion sense, as depicted by the large head of poofy, curly hair however looked straight out of the nineteen seventies.<br/><br/>A single hand grips the zipper that had been almost too low as she crosses the expanse of the situation room. She had only just arrived herself. She was hardly new to being a superhero, she had been throwing buses when most of current generation of heroes had been in diapers. It was a last-minute call that brought her here, apparently she was a last-minute replacement for someone else, the needed someone who was experienced and still capable -fast-.<br/><br/>It was supposed to be a part-time, a short-term assignment. She could pull this for a few months and then return to the home she shared with her daughter and grandson. Dark brown eyes glance around the room and it's occupants for a moment before she speaks, a simple greeting.<br/><br/><strong>"Good morning."</strong>