Age: Old enough to know better, young enough to do it anyway.
Gender: Female...oh boy is she female..
Species/Race: Those Ears may look anthro-kitty but don't be fooled those are biogenetic implants...Dempsey is a human From the Planet Zoloft..a very happy and boring but warlike race of humans.
A Little History: She entered the dream to escape the Zoloftian legion. The Zoloftians continue to practise trench warfare which has left Dempsey with a terror of Rats and small spaces and a penchant for blowing things up. Upon arriving in the dream Dempsey has made a few friends and a few enemies, due to the fact that she is Paramour to one Ceaser Salad and as his girl Friday is in charge of several legions of Eggplant warriors.
Weight: 130 lbs..all muscle
Build: very muscular..almost wiry but attractivly curvaceous...think Salma Hayek
Eye Color(s): Amber and mauve
Hair: Purple Dread locks wighted down by glittering blue glass beads...as a rule...hair is subject to change.
Clothing: Its all about the punk rawk. Day to Day its a tight lil T'Shirt that says somthing nasty, Fishnet sockings, a catholic schoolgirl skirt, cut off gloves and Big Black Doc Martens...however, Dempsey is a big clothes whore and so her outfits change from the sublime to the ridiculous
Weapons: A sock full of quarters (You'll laugh till I hit you with it), a baseball bat named "Toto", a cattle prod, various explosives and guns...currently she's enamored of a sawed off shot gun.
Accessories: Marijuana paraphenilia..a bottle of Jack Daniels
Abilities/Skills: Encylopedic knowledge of explosives. Can drink anyone under the table.
Special Effects: curses like a sailor
Whats your ambition: "Well, blowing @%#! up is always fun!"