Put your big girl panties on and deal with it, or go commando. I don't care.
Weight: 110 lbs
Biography: "If you don't get out of my way in t-minus ten seconds, I will take my boot and shove it so far up your ass, you'll be tasting leather for months."
Iris was not your typical girl, she had what some would call spunk, and others would call- a serious case of PMS. Though her body frame would dictate another story, her loud voice and ability to bring fear into small children would prove otherwise. Raised in a household of several boys, she often had to put up a fight or settle an argument the physical way instead of with her words. Iris is a bit brash, and sometimes comes off as well; a bit rude even.
Shadow Academy sounded like a perfect idea in the mind of Iris' mother. "Perhaps a well developed and redefined school will set my daughter in the right path, instead of getting into fights.." The first reaction to this news, was shock and then anger. Iris reacted by shaving half of her beautiful head of hair off, leaving the shavings on her mother's pillow the night before she was sent off . It had been 2 years since then, and Iris still maintains the hair style to this day.
When first arriving at the Academy, resistance had became Iris' only mean of protection. She fought, she yelled, she screamed, and sometimes in the darkness of her room, she cried. She was misunderstood, and frustrated at life. Eventually she found her escape: Art. Becoming quite dedicated and talented, Iris surrounds herself with art projects instead of projectiles. Though she does express the occasional sharpened paintbrush to the hand to an asshole or two who decided it was a good idea to mess with her; she has calmed down immensely, and one would even say, became a bit...nice.