Amber

Amber was an intelligent girl. Her life had been improving lately. She recently had been promoted to general manager of the alternative clothing store where several of the girls were employed. Self-educated, she was clever and funny, but not everyone liked her, because she was often cruel. She had mocked half of the people in the scene, cleverly tricked another quarter, and more than a few would be delighted to watch her taken down a peg or ten.

No one really understood why she got such joy out of putting other people down, but both her friends and her enemies thought it might have to do with insecurity. Amber had always been chubby, and though she had large, and well formed breasts and a hefty backside, her stomach, arms, and thighs were also rather meaty. When she went out, she hid her belly with a corset, a common fashion item in the scene, but there was little she could do about her chubby upper arms.

Tonight, she was as confident as ever, after a few strong drinks. She looked good in her black corset, black stockings, and camo skirt, with blue and purple hair extensions in her dark hair. Mistakenly, she had wandered away from her friends on the couches to buy yet another frozen daquiri. Tipsy and isolated, she had made herself an obvious target on such a busy night, and her enemies from both other cliques had noticed. It was just a question of who was going to get to her first, at this point.