[b][u]Appetite for Destruction[/u][/b] [b]And so, she approached the Dojo. Probably around 6 feet tall. Lean, wearing a zipped up black cotton jacket. What definitely stood out was the hair. A bright turquoise, straight but still somewhat messy. What also stood out was the numerous satchels she had, full of vials, pills, and syringes. Some glowed bright green, some blood red. She must've been a druggie then. In her hands at the moment was a fairly large shotgun, already loaded with a drum magazine. At her side were several drums as well, exactly 20. 10 with the letters "NR" written on them, and the other 10 with the letters "ER" instead. At her side was a small .44 Magnum revolver, in a holster. Not much, surprisingly. And to top everything off? A curved sword on her back, probably as a melee weapon. And so? She approached this Dojo. Waiting for what would come...[/b] [spoiler]Open for everyone![/spoiler]