Mercy had just gotten done being Rose's body guard. She was the day body guard, night was Roy Harper. Mercy sighed as she sat in her chair and closes her eyes. The Windows shattered and she looked to see y/c standing on top of the broken glass. She grabs a pistol from beneath the chair and aims the pistol at you, ready to pull the trigger. "What the hell do you want?" She demands glaring at y/c waiting for an answer. (Open!)
Jen Aniston. For a natural auburn/medium brown, I can't even begin to imagine the time she's spent in her colorist's chair over the years to achieve her trademark, multi-dimensional, golden blonde. -P.S.