Full Name:
Blythe Marie Alexander

Nickname(s):
Little Kitten

Age:
17-27(Age will vary)

Gender:
Female

Height:
5'1"

Species(If any):
Succubus/Werewolf

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Appearance/FaceClaim:
Montana Tucker

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars/Marks:

Personality:
Blythe is a blatant flirt, very seductive in her own ways and just a teeny bit on the manipulative side. Though if she doesn't really know you at first, she tends to play more on the shy side before letting the other part of her out, which leads to Blythe liking to have certain things specifically her way, and and can also sometimes lead to where she doesn't have much of a filter either, speaking her thoughts aloud. She can be sweet though, but that's only if her walls are broken down.

Likes:
💋Sweet things
💋Attention
💋Being loved/adored
💋Movies
💋Cuddling
💋Being outdoors
💋Swimming
💋Cheerleading
💋Getting what she wants
💋Doing as she pleases
💋Having her way
💋Flirting
💋Shopping

Dislikes:
💋Spiders
💋Not getting what she wants
💋Being alone mainly
💋Being threatened
💋Loud noises(thunderstorms)
💋Getting repeatedly nagged
💋Annoyances
💋Pestering
💋People trying to purposely irritate her

Strengths:
💋Her flirtatious nature
💋Forwardness
💋Her charm
💋Her Wits
💋Her Determination
💋Persistence
💋Opportunist
💋Charming
💋Seduction

Weaknesses:
💋Family
💋Friends
💋Shopping
💋Genuine tears
💋If somebody is honestly hurting
💋Animals
💋Children
💋Her pride and ego

Flaws:
💋Selfish
💋A little self absorbed
💋Stubborn attitude
💋Impulsive
💋Spoiled
💋Can be a bit too bold
💋Troublesome
💋Mischief maker
💋Slight bit reckless
💋Slightly egotistical
💋Prideful

Fears:
💋Losing somebody she actually loves
💋Being left alone
💋Imperfection
💋Being ridiculed
💋Confined spaces
💋Rejection
💋Betrayal
💋Truly trusting somebody
💋Letting somebody in
💋A broken heart
💋Hurting somebody she actually cares for
💋Not measuring up
💋The idea of never being enough

Habits:
💋Twirling locks of her hair around her finger
💋Tapping the tips of her nails against a solid surface or her thigh when bored
💋Biting her lower lip in thought or at random
💋Flirting shamelessly
💋Winking playfully when she's flirting
💋Furrowing her brows when frustrated, in thought, or focused
💋Pursing her lips

Occupation:
Stripper

Backstory:
Blythe had been born to Alice and Carson Alexander on May 17th. The girl had grown up in a rather expansive and wealthy home environment, with it also just being her and several housekeepers that also slightly raised her. Not that her parents didn't drop in from time to time, but her mother and father usually were out for work trips and were very successful in their work with great paying jobs. Goes to show how nice the mansion is though as it's quite grand and gorgeous, with lots of room inside and very spacious. Though with all that space, and the money given to the only child that was Blythe, she happened to put it towards her own uses in buying new clothes pretty much every week and using the money for that and a few other purposes. She had also become quite popular at the schools she attended as well. Very, very popular. And she enjoyed her life, yet there was still that one part inside of her that she just wanted to fill the void for. The void where her parents had left behind.

Family:
Alice Alexander-mother(47)-Alive
Carson Alexander-Father(51)-Alive

Pet(s):
Clover

~♥*♥~

•Scenario one•
-You were on the football team/regular student(you choose) at Crestridge High School and had always been curious about the Captain of the Cheerleading squad, Blythe. There was just something about her that drew you to her when you came to each of the football games whether cheering in the stands or playing on the field. You weren't sure if it was her dancing that really drew you to her, her charisma, or something else, but she just seemed to have a certain magnetism that drew many eyes to her naturally. On a day where it was rather rainy, yet the football game was practically booming with fans from both the home team and the away. Blythe happened to be on the field closer towards the bleachers with the rest of the cheerleaders with Blythe actually as one of the flyers. She had been lifted into the air in order to do a toe touch basket. She lifted her arms and legs set closely to the splits before she descended, leaning her head back and soon kept her legs together, awaiting the catch before something had gone wrong. When she had been caught, one of the spotter's feet had slipped on the grass, and in turn toppled the small group, including Blythe, onto the ground in a painful cluster. Sounds of shock and surprise could be heard from both sides before yells ensued. You..?

•Scenario Two•
(Your OC must be 18+)
-You knew of a very popular strip club in the city with a variety of acts, and there happened to be a very specific girl you always had your eyes on. She was mesmerizing in all the best ways whenever she danced, and was usually called upon to the stage several times. Her name was Blythe, but she usually went by 'Little Kitten' in the club.   One day you had walked into the strip club once more as it had become more of a regularity for you to see her. You had sat down in a plush love seat and looked on toward the stage which provided a pole, and several other strippers. Though once they announced Little Kitten's arrival, all eyes were soon on her. She had been clad in a rather scandalous cop 'costume' with the black hat atop her head, shackles chained to her hip and a little black baron held in her grasp. You..?

•Scenario 3•
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