About Shelby
Name: Shelby “Stiles” Kavinsky
DOB: 3/22
Hates: Fennel seeds, the song "cartoons" by Chris rice and the word "confused" (and all derivatives)
Abilities: Extreme Empathy™, this bitch feels every emotion in a room and cannot filter them… at all. She cries at the drop of a hat, but boy howdy does she try not to! Silver-tongued, she could talk the devil into setting himself on fire.
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Bio: Born in the Midwest to a couple of good people, her upbringing was unremarkable. She found she had a knack for art and math, but definitely did not like the latter, so followed her greatest passion through school. It amounted to little more than a bachelor’s degree and a few years working in fast food.
Personality: Gentle, but sharp, she’s quick with a joke…. Or to light up your smoke, but there’s someplace that she’d rather be [muffled piano man in the distance]. She’s fearless to a fault, but attaches her (potentially unhealthy) need to please to people who don’t deserve it and that gets her into trouble. She could talk her way out of the Inquisition, but fears this silver tongue might appear forked.
Appearance: Stocky, tall(ish) for a woman, unathletic. Mousey brown hair, green eyes, thick-rimmed glasses.
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