Name: Willow Mariott

Age: Physically 23, she's been around for much longer though. 

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual 

Species: Fallen Angel

Height: 5'6

Weight: 145

Looks: 

Willow is certainly a gorgeous woman. Who wouldn't be enchanted by her light grey hair or warm amber eyes. However, as pretty and unassuming as she looks, she's actually hiding a ton of muscle beneath her clothes. She has a six pack and her biceps are huge when she flexes. Other then that, she has two huge, raw looking scars right next to her shoulder blades, where her wings would be. 

Clothing: 

This is what she wears normally when she's not in the street fighting ring. 

Her top 

Her pants and boots 

Her hand wraps 

Personality: Willow has many layers, which is understandable considering she's been in The Underground as long as she's been fallen. She has learned to be closed off and guarded. Although those who know her better then others would call her ambitious. She has a lot of drive, considering she wants to protect and provide for her family. She loves them dearly with all of her heart and she would gladly die for them. 

Likes: She enjoys the adrenaline rush of being in the fighting ring, earl grey tea (which is hard to get), her family, spending time helping her father. 

Dislikes: The man who stole her wings, people who think they're better then her, people who try to hurt her family. 

Job/Occupation: She's a pretty notorious street fighter in The Underground. You can earn money by winning fights. Other than that she also helps out at her father's bar. Overall she and her father make a decent amount of money to help provide for the family. 

Strengths: Besides her overall physical strength, Willow has always been particularly good at assessing stressful situations and reading the room. 

Flaws: Her ambition and fierce need to protect is both a blessing and a curse. 

Nationality: N/A

Residence: The Underground

Relationships: 

Platonic: The only really strong platonic bonds she has are with her family. She doesn't have friends really, and she doesn't really care. 

Romantic: She's had her flings here and there, but nothing was ever serious enough to last. 

Family: 

Her brother Mikale

Her brother Timothy

Her father Zachary

Backstory: Willow fell to earth fifty years ago after she was cast out of heaven for something she didn't do. She grew bitter and retreated to The Underground. There she took up a fascination with street fighting and street fighting culture. She studied it closely and eventually joined the street fighting ranks. It took her a little bit but she finally started to gain fame, after she became one of the best fighters these public matches had to offer. 

About 45-some odd years after she fell she met Zachary. She slowly warmed up to him and quickly became an adopted 'daughter' of sorts even though she was hundreds of years older then him. Timothy joined them a little bit later, followed by Mikale and together they made up their own family. 

During all this time Willow was still street fighting, and she still had her pride and joy, which were her wings. Until one day she stepped into a match that was too far over her head. She was absolutely brutalized by the man she faced up against, and at the end he tore her wings off, publicly humiliating and nearly killing her. She was only saved by Mikale, who ran into the ring and dragged her off to a doctor. 

To this day she's bitter. She is itching to return to the ring and kill the man who stole her wings. 

Other: 

Her wings, or one of them at least. The man who took them has them displayed above his bed. 

Scenario: 

You were an up and coming street fighter. You had heard stories about Willow but you had never gotten to meet her. Recently rumors had been floating around that the famed angel would rejoin the fighting ring once more. 

You were on your way to a training room, there were various training areas littered all over the city. Stopping once you arrived you dropped your bag with a heavy thud and locked eyes with.... her. 

Here she was, right in front of you, working away. You couldn't believe it. Quietly she turned to face you, her brows furrowing darkly "who are you?"