Lucy Honey

Blonde bombshell extraordinaire with legs that go all the way up, laddies. Jessica Rabbit on Supergoo. Freelance exotic dancer/tweaker/scener/secret agent. Acts like a ditz falling just under your radar, virtually invisible for being a woman and a dumb blonde. Much smarter than a box of rocks. Can kill you in a matter of microseconds if she wants to.

Who is she working for? We aren't sure. No one's had the cojones to ask and she ain't tellin'.

Never that happy with her job, she spent time planning her future each morning now, instead of praying like she had as a child. A career in Fine Arts was still an intangible future... she thought long and hard about staying in the system teaching rather than venturing out on her own. But something in her future beckoned to her, and so she found herself onstage, trying to see the name Lucy Honey itself as a performance, creating a work of art that lived and breathed through her actions. An actor, constant and expressive, a flash of self to give it life. Her once flowing long blonde hair was now pink, short, cropped close to her head. She'd done that as a way to begin the illusion, but now she liked it quite a bit. Elanore was slowly vanishing beneath the pink hair, the numerous tattoos, and the occasional scar Lucy Honey had acquired.