Mercy says: Yeah, I’m just sitting here fighting the urge to grab you by the nipples, and stuff. ..
Mercy used to be a prominent member of the Badland Originals, however in recent times she seems to have all but disappeared. It is unclear what has happened of her. Some speculate that her hauntingly exquisite beauty still stalks the night.
Description
Mercys skin is the white of polished ivory. Lips the tone of freshly shed blood. Eyes narrowed, but through the slits; ice blue irises. Hair a close-cropped military style, raven black. Perfect even features pierced, customised, Studded with extraneous pieces of scavenged jewelry, narcissistic crimes- a litany of celebrations of self-created identity.
Body etched with designs. Arms fully sleeved with colourful inkworks, stories re-told, most of them horrific, all of them true. Sinew, tendons, muscle and veins, all vaguely discernable, with not a cell of body fat to disguise them. Some kind of perfect biological creation, seemingly. An efficient machine of blood and tissue. A travesty, an accident, Mercy should never have been of this reality.