sightlessCybil

A young human girl pads toward you on bare feet. She looks like she's seen better days but by the way she walks you'd quite expect her to disagree - she's having the time of her life. Her mane of black hair cascades down her back almost to her waist and looks like it could use a few minutes of love with a hairbrush. Her skin's a little sallow from spending too much time hitchhiking and not eating right but she doesn't look particularly unhealthy for it. Long-healed cuts and bruises (new and old) dot her skin from close shaves and drop-down fights; somehow, the silver dollar-sized tattoos that dot her skin remain undamaged. She's wearing black footless tights, a denim skirt, and an ancient Siouxie and the Banshees t-shirt, clothes that look both well worn and well-loved. A pair of John Lennon mirrorshades cover her eyes, not quite hiding her eyesockets or the tiny pockmarks surrounding them. She taps the ground before her as she walks with a tall red and white striped cane, replacing her ruined vision with the sounds it makes as it touches things and the vibrations it transmits to her sensitive fingertips. She wears clusters of tacky silicone rubber bangles on both wrists and one ankle.