Peece is a high femme model with NPD. Her self worth is built on her beauty.
She has an intentionally crafted innocent facade. She does not consider herself to be actually innocent or fragile.
Peece enjoys pop music and black metal. She daydreams about glamorous heists and blood as an accessory.
She uses drugs to keep up with her high-demand lifestyle, as well as for partying. She uses them in a romanticized way.
She plans to die at 35.
She bounces from romantic relationship to romantic relationship, using men mostly as eye candy and women mostly for hookups.
Fite is her twin. Larry is her older brother.
Storyline:
Peece left home to travel for modeling gigs for a period of time, then returned for a spell. During this time she stayed with Fite and talked shit about him without even thinking. Brutus overheard her and got Fite into some trouble.
After these events, she and Brutus started hanging out more. He becomes her "gay best friend" and they love to party and pole dance. They're also fwb and enjoy experimenting. Brutus calls her "Goddess" and "My Queen."
Peece actively plans for her death to occur on her 35th birthday. Once a model reaches 35, she's already aged and there's nothing left for her.
The day comes, and she's dressed in a bitchin' outfit, does a line, gets pills ready, lies back on the couch, and Fite walks in and catches her right before she can take them.
Fite panics, knocking the pills out of her hand and taking her to the ER. She's placed on suicide watch, which is really annoying because it's not that big a deal.
Throughout the next few days she continues folding her arms across her chest and closing her eyes, imagining the feeling of being a corpse.
After her attempt fails, she doesn't know who she is. She's not beautiful anymore, or won't be soon, so what's left for her?
