FULL NAME - qianyi / kimberly feng
NICKNAMES - kimmie
GENDER / PRONOUNS - she/her
DATE OF BIRTH - november 12, 1990
PLACE OF BIRTH - vancouver, british columbia
CITIZENSHIP / ETHNICITY - canadian / chinese & white
RELIGION - atheist
SOCIOECONOMIC STATUS / POLITICAL AFFILIATION - middle class; nihilistic, but liberal.
MARITAL STATUS - single.
SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION - pansexual.
EDUCATION / OCCUPATION - associate’s degree in business; bartender at coyote’s howl. projectionist at the moonlite drive-in.
LANGUAGES - mandarin, english
FAMILY INFORMATION.
PARENTS - guoqiang feng ( deceased ) and megan robbie / feng / clarke ( estranged ).
SIBLINGS - none
OFFSPRING - none
PETS / OTHER - pyewacket ( a small, black cat ) that she hasn’t obtained yet in canon, grandpa ( a blue heeler ).
NOTABLE EXTENDED FAMILY - grandmother, qianyi feng ( her namesake ) stepdad, preston clarke ( estranged ).
PHYSICAL INFORMATION.
FACECLAIM - chloe bennet
HAIR COLOR / EYE COLOR - brown / brown
HEIGHT / BUILD - 5′6″ / athletic
TATTOOS / PIERCINGS - a cheesy dragon tattoo she’s embarrassed of from high school that is on her right shoulder, an A with a circle around it on her right index finger. three lobe piercings per ear.
DISTINGUISHABLE FEATURES - several scars across her hands from the time she smashed her stepdad’s windows in with a skateboard. black eyeliner. a trademark smirk.
MEDICAL INFORMATION.
MEDICAL HISTORY - appendectomy at seven. adhd and dyslexia.
KNOWN ALLERGIES - lactose intolerant, but largely does not care.
VISUAL IMPAIRMENT / HEARING IMPAIRMENT - slight hearing loss in her left ear from too many concerts–uses earplugs now.
NICOTINE USE / DRUG USE / ALCOHOL USE - uses cigarettes and alcohol to excess. occasional drug use is limited to marijuana and cocaine. thinks hallucinogens are for hippies and ecstasy is for hipsters.
PERSONALITY.
TRAITS - ( + ) charismatic, robust, loyal ; ( - ) aggressive, sardonic, contrarian
TROPES - anti-hero, functional addict, good old fisticuffs, brutal honesty, jerk with a heart of gold ( sometimes ).
TEMPERAMENT - sanguine
ALIGNMENT - chaotic neutral
CELTIC TREE ZODIAC - reed, the inquisitor
MBTI - istp
HOGWARTS HOUSE - slytherin
VICE / VIRTUE - wrath; diligence
LIKES / DISLIKES: music, bar fights, beer, smoking cigarettes all night, movie marathons, sleeping in her underwear, diner food, her cat and dog, sleeping til three pm, / people, pop-punk, anything she associates with the term ‘mall core,’ motorcycle clubs, children, dogs ( in general ), conversations, her parents.
QUOTE: ❝ in the company of wolves, they respect i eat first. ❞
FAVORITES.
FOOD - congee when she’s sick, pepperoni pizza, food truck burritos.
DRINK - whiskey, black coffee.
PIZZA TOPPING - pepperoni.
COLOR - black.
MUSIC - crust, thrash metal, unironic love of power ballads.
BOOKS - comics, amityville horror, some stephen king, doesn’t read much.
MOVIES - horror and scifi, especially 1970-present.
CURSE WORD - she has a creative vocabulary, but leans on the word ‘fuck’ like it’s a crutch.
SCENTS - leather, marlboros, french fries.
Nate absentmindedly nodded, kneeling down to pet the dog. He couldn’t help but grow just the tiniest bit happy. “Cool name,” he remarks playfully but it isn’t insulting in the slightest. Grandpa was kind of a cool name for a dog. It certainly made Nate wonder if the dog was as wise as its name entailed. He snapped out of it, remembering that he still had a job to do and cleared his throat awkwardly as he got up. “Right. Uh, I’ll go get it then and take care of it. The car, I mean,” Nate replied. He isn’t sure why he’s acting so weird. Maybe it was due to the fact that he had let his guard down for a moment. Whatever it was, Nate was determined to snap out of it.
“he looks like a grandpa.” kim replies simply, shrugging her shoulders, and he does--the young blue heeler has several wiry blue-gray hairs that cover his dark, blue speckled fur like a wizened wizard. she’s still getting used to the way having a dog disarms people; they’ve never been her preferred pet, but she couldn’t have just left them. it’s the same as the small town vibe that seems to make everyone think they’re fucking mr. rogers. “cool. i’m sick of punching the gas and having it not fucking gas get to the engine.” the transmission was beautiful--never had a problem turning over--but every great once and awhile ( almost every time she had a mind to leave town ) the gas just wouldn’t get to the engine and she’d be stuck until she gave it a rest. had to be the fuel filter. “i’ll wait and show you where i’m parked.”
autumn had never been a fan of arcades – they were all much too loud – but if abby wanted to go on their day out, she figured she’d comply. after paying five dollars to donate some tokens to abby’s arcade game fun and beginning to trail behind her – but only slightly !! no need to cramp her style !! – she heard the begging of someone who was undeniably… older than most of the kids in there. she walked back in order to stand fully beside abby, a much easier way to tell if she was going somewhere, then faced the stranger. “ hm. ” as she figured it, she had enough quarters to spare… dammit. “ sure, ” she replied, reaching into her purse to pull out two single quarters and hand them to the woman standing across from her. “ what game is that ?? ” she asked, although she knew full-well that if abby decided she wanted to play a game other than skee-ball ( which she was exceptionally good at ), she’d have to abandon the impending conversation… but it intrigued her…
kim raised her eyebrows expectantly as the woman hummed, holding her hand out in annoyance as the countdown moved on. clearly this woman was the only other adult in the arcade and, maybe one of five in the entire bowling alley at the time. as she handed kim the quarters, kim didn’t bother answering her question at first--too intent on beating the countdown and fumbling with the quarters like housekeys in the hands of the blonde in a horror movie. as the countdown stopped and the game returned, her body sighed. “are you fucking kidding me?” she laughed good-naturedly at the woman’s question, eyes intent on the screen and she waited for the first round to begin. “it’s streetfighter. there’s even a bad jean claude van damme movie about it. it’s like the best fighting arcade game ever.”
ALEC WASN’T THE TYPE to hang around Boot Hill Lanes but there were times when he wandered the town, just looking for some kind of distraction. He’d parked his sorry ass at a table in the parlor, after grabbing himself a hot dog and a water. Watching the other patrons bowl seemed to be a good enough distraction for a while, but when they started clearing out he found himself scrolling idly through his phone.
A stranger’s barks caught Alec’s attention. He looked up — almost absentmindedly — towards the sound just in time to be called starry eyes. Well, that was a new one. What was he? Billy Bigelow? Alec promptly decided he’d best not pursue that line of thought, and slid out of his seat to see what the woman wanted. “oh uh, yeah,” Alec fished in the pockets of his jeans and pulled out a fist full of coins. It wasn’t quite five dollars, maybe three, but he dumped the change into her hand anyway. “don’t worry about it, just pay for my ride home and we can call it even,” Alec bent down and picked up the cigarette, frowned at it and tossed it into a nearby trash can — where it belonged. He turned his attention to the machine, vaguely recognizing it from hot sunday afternoons spent in the arcade. “shit, you better make this count I’m gonna be super bumed out if you don’t make it on the leaderboard. Go on, kick his butt,”
kim’s eyes follow the man’s hands intensely as he fished through his pockets for the quarters. thank fuck he had some. she was not leaving the leader board, which had previously read FNG on every spot, one thought ten, to be smeared with the initials of DMK. that was bullshit. it didn’t matter that DMK was in last place. they had to go. “sweet, thank--” she began, dropping the handful of change on top of the game where the player two joystick sat unoccupied. “--oh, what the fuck !” she spoke through gritted teeth as she shoved fifty cents into the machine and stopped the countdown. “you’re lucky i’ve got a full pack or that would be your ride home.” the words lacked their normal spite as she spoke, distracted by the game ahead. “fucking sagat.” she muttered. she didn’t have to be the greatest, she just had to be better than fucking DMK. “listen, smokey the bear, i own this fucking leaderboard.” or, she did. “get ready to see sagat pay for it.”
mashing on the keys, chun li came to life in a fury of kicks before deftly jumping over a fireball from sagat’s fists. in a po-dunk town like boot hill, she’d had a lot of time on her hands--even between her two jobs--to fuck around on a bowling alley arcade game. especially without reliable fucking internet that seemed to ebb and flow with the february desert breeze. “this fuckin’ asshole and his stupid fireballs.” buttons mashing furiously, kim gritted her teeth and groaned before asking. “you play?”
the ‘exotic pets’ stall is really just a few snakes (which can easily be found in the desert—granted, the snake in his hands isn’t the type to dwell in the desert) and a tarantula (which also can be easily found in the desert) provided by a local man that brings them out for the kiddies every rodeo and fair, but it’s sonny’s favorite nonetheless. never much of a cowboy himself and perpetually embarrassed by publicly dancing, it’s really his only reason for coming. lifting the snake from over his head, he mimes putting it over the other’s shoulders with a bit of a conspiratorial giggle.
the ten gallon hats could fucking go, but there were still some elements of the rodeo that were sort of interesting to kim. the beer, primarily, was the draw--sure, but an exotic pets section? she couldn’t miss it. slipping past a few of her regulars with a casual wave or middle finger, she’s surprised as a snake finds itself hovering over her shoulders. turning to the handler with a shocked laughter, she accepted the snake from him and held the boa across her shoulders. “macclean!” she called out in mock accusation, raising a finger at him as she supported the snake with her other hand. “you fuckin’ startled me.” giving the boa a soft pat she smiled. “this is pretty fucking cool though. what else do they have here?”
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“‘Course I can,” Nate replied, making his way over to her. It was clear that the woman was obviously in a horrible mood. Or maybe she was always that way, Nate didn’t care. He just hoped to get this done quickly to get back to the car he had been working on. The sooner he finished the better off he’d be. He paused once he saw the dog sitting beside her, a small smile breaking out on his face. Growing up, Nate had always wanted a dog. But his dad wouldn’t let him. He could have given Nate one but the man was cruel and bitter, doing whatever he could to punish his only son. “Is he yours?” Nate asked as he edged closer to it.
“good. my car’s around back.” kim unsets her jaw when she sees that he can drop the casanova act and treat her like a customer. the blue heeler at her side is surprisingly calm, but the wiggle of his tail gives it away that he’s excited for attention. rolling her eyes, she uncrosses her arms. never in her life did she think that having a dog would stick her with so much attention. she could barely walk down the fucking street with him without some boot hill idiot demanding his attention and trying to make small talk. a ten minute walk was now twenty. “he’s his own.” she replies, looking down at the dog with guarded affection. “grandpa likes getting pets though, go ahead.” she nods to the mechanic, posture softening slightly. grandpa stirs in his seat excitedly. “a little eager though, don’t you think, buddy?” she tells the dog.
rose furrowed her brows in confusion, thrown off by the woman’s unusual question. but the small smile never leaves her face. she didn’t want to look as suspicious as she felt. as much as rose wanted to ask what for and why, she got the feeling that this woman was far from the talking type. “uh, no. not to my knowledge anyways. no one new’s come through here,” rose answered, “do you want to leave your name and number? just in case the person you’re looking for decides to show up?”
maybe it’s a bit too suspect, but kim knows she could play it off that she’s waiting for some member of a punk band she’s a fan of and--everyone knows how shoddy the reception and wifi are in boot hill--she’s not sure who it is who’s coming. maybe she should offer that information, but she decides to play it like she has no idea that her request is weird. maybe it’s more innocent that way. “okay, well, i guess i’ll try my fuckin’ luck next week.” she makes to leave before stopping at the door with the woman’s question. turning, she forced a grin and the tension was clear in her face. “uh, i don’t really like to give out my number and i’m not sure specifically who’ll be showing up.” time to lean into that cover story. “bad reception and all. it’s a bandmate from a friend of a friend who’s coming. i’m not sure who though.”
