Name: "Krystal (Krys) Baeven, why'd ya wanna know?" She glares
Age: "16 years old. Doesn't mean I can't fight ya though."
Gender: "I'm a freaking female you moronic idiot."
Species: "I'm a troll. What the he'll do I look like to you?!" Human.
Personality: "Aww I'm as adorable as a flipping puppy and as tame as a freaking domestic cat." Loud, moody, snarky, cocky, sarcastic.
Likes: "I'd like it if you just went back to wherever the freaking hell you came from." Getting into fights, getting into arguments.
Dislikes: "What's with all these darn questions?!" Crowds of people.
Looks: "For goodness sake just open your freaking eyes and look at the freaking chapter art, it's not hard!"
Background: "Like I'm gonna tell you my life story. It's none of your business."
Krystal grew up with five older brothers and so she felt left out half of the time when they use to play fight as they wouldn't allow her to join in because they didn't want to hurt her, so she learnt how to fight by picking fights in school and taking notes on techniques that people use.
Unfortunately the picking fights turned into a bad habit.
Other: "There's nothing, now how about you get lost and go back to where ever you came from."