Lisin Kasilania!

FEAST YER FUCKIN' EYES!!

Cough up yer worship n' praise to the result of a blessed destiny, lesser thing. Bow with yer forehead in the mud n' yer ass up, grovelin' and beggin' just to have a taste of incredible strength. Prostrate yerself to the Universe's boilin' rage n' hatred personified, why don'tcha, 'cause there ain't any other words fittin' for Lisin Kasilania 'cept PERFECT, baby!

Say, hard to believe Lisin used to be a good-for-nothin' nobody like yerself, ain't it, sweets? A broke as shit, aimless, useless waste of stardust tradin' blows with a bunch of other meaningless fucks to get by… also for the fun of it all, 'course, but mostly for the cash. Their parents had kicked her out n' Nouvelle-Yorke ain't cheap; it was either fight in shady ass arenas or wind up dead. Don't sweat it though — destiny's a kind soul. Lisin's always had a knack for combat and was well on her way to becoming the best of the best in the rink without breakin' a sweat.
Impressive, ain't it? Y'know, considerin' the place was a shithole n' all. She was her boss' best lapdog; throw her a bone.

She was so close to the number one spot 'fore life went to the shitter, as these usual sob stories go. College, student loans, debt, debt collectors. Ya gettin' a clear picture? Lisin's leash was tied to a pole and they were left to die.
Hah. Everything she'd worked her ass for, lest she die or worse, gone! Just like that! All 'cause she had the gall to think she could get a good education n' turn her whole life around when she was younger. All of a sudden, Lisin was nothin' more than some neglected puppy; clingy, pathetic, rotten, weak.
Stars above, shit was wrecked beyond belief. Lisin's life was just a mess. They lost connections, opportunities, buds, and everything. AGAIN!! Don't worry yer pretty head about the details 'bout all the nasty details but — oh, man — it genuinely made her miss when she was snoozin' n' cruisin' in the alleyways filled to the tits with decayin' flowers n' filth. Pisses him right off just by thinkin' about it.

…Whatever, man. Anyway, obviously, when Lisin was at his lowest, the starsdamned mayor of Nouvelle-Yorke came along with the sweetest job proposition Lisin ever did see; a brand spankin' new destiny! …Which was to be a lapdog again and beat up supers for money, but this time Lisin's gonna be experimented on by a weird fuckin' little nerd to be part scorpion… But! But, but, but Lisin's gonna be under Faucher's payroll and boy fuckin' howdy does that lady got stacks; far more than enough to pay off Lisin's loans! Hah… 'course Lisin bit the bullet n' took the job. What other choice did she have? …Seriously.
Glory in fuckin' Stardom, who fuckin' cares. Y'know what? This shit's none of yer business, anyway. Nope, fuck right off.

The only thing that matters is that Lisin's a lean, mean, FIGHTIN' MACHINE! She's no longer broke as fuck, but she's hot as fuck, strong as fuck, tough as fuck, and it's all rolled into a sexy part-mutated-scorpion package; that's a premium ye can't afford. Like he said before: they ain't nothin' but PURE PERFECTION thanks to DESTINY! You'd better believe that, sugar tits. The only winner of this fight against all odds is gonna be LISIN, baby!

Attributes

Abilities

• Mastery of hand-to-hand combat
• Chelicerae
  Lisin's chelicerae sit in place of her canines, being able to move around and extend on command.
• Fangs
  These don't have venom glands, but they make her bites more dangerous. These long and sharp bones are attached to her chelicerae. For some reason, they're tinted black.
• Exoskeleton
  Think of it like having an incomplete set of armor on you at all times.
• Venom glands
  Lisin's venom glands are stored within her telson ('tail bulb') on her metasoma ('tail'), not her fangs. These glands can produce numerous different types of substances (medically significant venom, paralytics, drug-like substances, aphrodisiacs, etc.) depending on what Lisin has eaten recently (Lisin needs to eat a lot of chocolate to produce aphrodisiacs, for example). Lisin's body can also absorb a few of these substances from external stimuli and transfer them to these glands to relieve or negate their effects.
• Scorpion-like behavior
• Enhanced senses, durability, speed, stamina, agility, and equilibrium
• Above average processing speed
• "Sixth-Sense"
  Works similarly to Virgil's Spider-Sense, but her Sixth-Sense specializes in mechanical stimuli, not vibrations, which are then converted to electrical signals. She also sucks at telling people's emotions unless they're horny. Hasn't bothered to memorize specific (bio)chemical formulas/'sensations' outside of the ones indicating horniness and rage.
• Accelerated metabolism
  Due to her being part scorpion, you'd think she'd have slow metabolism. However, she's tall, beefy, and nearly-constantly moving.
• Healing factor
• Chemical, drug, and poison resistance
• Bad eyesight
  Lisin's eyesight was pretty bad before her mutation. Now, without her contacts, she'd be fucked.

Equipment

• Claws
• Armored suit
  For even further protection and more strength.
• Contacts
  Lisin doesn't want to wear glasses.

Notes

• Lisin's gender is whatever fits the bit.
• Long elf-like ears. They can wiggle and droop/raise slightly in response to emotional stimuli.
• Lisin's very tall and very muscular.
• Their hair is dyed blonde. He does not have white hair.
• EMOTIVE AND EXPRESSIVE AND EXAGGERATED. Think of an announcer hyping up a wrestling match.
• Lisin's plates and armor look similar to obsidian. They're not made of the stuff, but they look like the stuff.
• Their voice is like… a gruff kind-of-sort-of New Yorker-Midwestern-abomination.
• Her natural eye color is brown. Her contacts are bright red.
• Heavily scarred. Usually beat-up and scuffed from something or other.
• Teeth are VERY sharp. Also they're yellow. The canines/fangs are black, along with them being longer and sharper than average.

Trivia

• Favorite food is bratwursts. No, she's not proud of this.
• Second favorite food is human skin, technically.
• Licked some "mystery blood" off a wall once. Almost died.
• Yes, Lisin can spray his venom at people.
• Was very pissed to discover post-mutation that she now had to smoke a shitload of pot to feel even slightly high thanks to her healing factor.
• His eyesight's bad. So, so bad. Without corrective lenses, she wouldn't be able to read something even a meter in front of her.
• Lisin would never admit this, but he finds his exoskeleton uncomfortable. The metasoma is a pain to deal with when sleeping and getting dressed.
• HATES nosy people and people who don't mind their own business. Stop asking so many damn questions! Fuck!
• MASSIVE hater. Really goes above and beyond to hate the objects of her non-affections effectively. They're very spiteful.
• Greatly dislikes needles. Also doesn't like cephalopods because they're so SLIMY and ICKY and they have too many LIMBS and why the FUCK do they have so many STARSDAMNED SUCKERS and they freak her out EWWWW WHY DO THEY HAVE BEAKS.
• Doesn't remember many details about her family, old friends, or most of her life pre-mutation, for some reason. She only can recall a general overview of any life event and how she felt during them. However, she finds herself squeamish around seemingly random things that might be related to them, such as specific plants or sparse bedrooms. Not that it matters, of course.
• Her memory of certain things is perfect if she hates someone/something enough, like her old employers.
• Bites people she doesn't like. Also bites people she does like. Bites anyone and everyone.
• Hates reading books with a passion. She rereads the same lines over and over for like an hour and still can't process it. It makes her feel like a dumbass every time.
• Awful cook. Anything she makes is inedible. She never measures ingredients correctly, mixes up salt with sugar, and always sets the temperature too high because she's impatient and nearly sets her food on fire. Still hasn't realized she can't speedrun cooking, so she just has takeout for every meal.
• Flirts in a very threatening way. Lisin often zeroes in on people's bodies; they view human bodies in an almost divine light, like they're on the brink of worshipping them. However, this makes Lisin come off as "scary," for lack of better words, because no one at gay bars wants to talk about human flesh carnally, like how someone might describe why they like steak in a specific way.