*rebellious*daring*eccentric*negotiable*criminal*
graffiti, fights, running from the fuzz, all part of the life of a one, very privileged, chroma. with a constant thirst for action, and a hunger for adrenaline, chroma hops building from building, a small can of spray paint carefully held in her mouth. she doesn't mind, she loves it. the thrill of the chase and the gold stars that are put by your name after pulling off stunts. her pranks usually consist of tall, murals, reeking of acetone and paint, marking her territory with a fuchsia cherry blossom, dripping down the walls of the streets. its all a game to her, and she hopes to get every street corner so everyone knows who's the boss around here. stealing and fighting brings joy to her heart, and she loves the extra beat her heart seems to take on. pulling on some fingerless gloves, and tying a bright blue bandana around her neck, she'll pull it up over her mouth and get ready to rumble. chroma's thoughts during a fight are clear, and a smile is always on her hidden face. she wont listen to the rules, since why should they constrain her?
jumping and soaring through the air, the closest a jellybean dragon can get to flying. landing on the top of buildings and making sure no one follows. she does her stunts alone. multiple breaks, fractures, and wounds will prove to you that chroma doesn't care much for the vessel, as long as it can take her where she needs to be. she'll fight until she can barely walk, or jump until her legs fall out from under her, it doesn't matter. letting the streets know that "look! i am chroma!" should be the thoughts in everyone's heads. the huge spray can provided art on the brick walls should be enough for someone to know, hey, this is my territory, get your mug outta here. as you get closer and closer to her own corner of the streets, a self-made hang out, the paintings and art become more and more cluttered, until all you see is streaks of color that look vaguely like words. once you reach the queen's chamber, a dead end of an abandoned alleyway, it sure looks like someone lives here. scratched up couches lay around, making any spot a nice rest, and trinkets lie here and there. a tarp hanging like a ceiling covers it all, making sure her things stay dry. her home is a reflection of herself, colorful, bloodstained, and messy.
her thoughts make no sense, solutions to non-existent problems. questions with no reasonable answer. if not running, tagging, or sleeping, she sprawls out on the nearest lay-able object, and spouts nonsense. every thought in her head, "why do you have a scar?" "what if i threw this at you?" "im pretty sure the earth is like a giant water balloon." "you have to jump, its the only way to get to the treasure" "dont make me punch your butt". she isnt afraid to keep talking and she doesnt care if someone gets hurt. she'll finish biting remarks with a quick grin, and sarcastic phrases with overexaggerated emotion. her personality reflects into her graffiti. chroma's art is almost unreadable, but unique in its own way. when you see it in the city, you can almost imagine her there, a can of paint and a grin on her face. scribbles turned 3-d and creatures made into beings of imagination, its like she took a piece of her brain and stuck it in the can. of course, what else would you expect from someone whos been inadvertently whiffing fumes through a bandana.
even with her unruly behavior, chroma is always willing to negotiate. this for that? nah, id rather you give me this and we're good. most of her trinkets and goals are achieved by knowing her way on the streets and manipulating others into giving her a free run pass. despite being a wanted criminal, and loonier than a goose, she's honest, and won't try to trick you out of your money. she knows how bad it is to be penniless, so usually, she takes things not money, knowing your possessions can be worth more than money can put into numbers. many times, shes told to go tag a certain part of town, steal a certain thing from a gang, or just told to go get groceries. depending on the task, she'll ask for interesting things. "i'll do it for a pack of gum." "how 'bout that pretty switchblade you got in your pocket?" "ill hold onto that necklace for you." most times, she'll give back the items after she gets sick of them. their previous owners will find them back in their homes, wondering if that rustling they heard outside the window really was a tree.
red and blue, screaming sirens, two things that are commonly heard following chroma. although her colors are pale and ghostlike, she tends to be quite flamboyant. stealing cans of paint and waving them in the clerks face before running off, snatching snacks off shelves and dancing her way out, picking pockets and flipping through them loudly as she passes their owners, setting and letting out loud cheers during fights, and lighting cars on fire after nabbing some items left behind. her way of life is loud, explosive, and absolutely to her liking. she is notorious, and those who glimpse her, can almost feel the adrenaline she gives off. where she is seen, later, a fuchsia flower is laid down as well. most brush off the flower like it was nothing, but to her, it means she will be back.
