Name: Deidre Christian Alexander
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Look: Five foot three, pale skin, shoulder length black hair that covers the right side of her face. Left eye is ice blue while the right is completely black and remains hidden by her hair. Has wings thqt fade from white feathers to grey feathers and then to demon wings.
Clothing: Generally wears the normal punk goth style, knee high black combat boots, and has a ring piercing in her nose.

Lifestyle: Works at a tattoo parlor in town. Deidre has lived in town for several years and takes her work rather seriously. She tends to be quiet around those she doesnt know, but opens up after a while.

Deidre sighed, just finishing up a shift. Glancing toward the clock, she stretched, her wings flairing away from her back before folding up neatly again in place. Stretch complete, she went about getting the parlor ready to close, counting out the register and putting the extra in the safe.
Once all was set, she locked up, turning off the lights and starting out to the parking lot where she left her motorcycle, her helmet under her arm as she checked her phone for messages. Seeing none, she placed her phone back in the pocket of her cargos. Getting on the bike, she pulled on her helmet before bringing the bike to life with a turn of the key.

Instead of going directly home, Deidre decided to go out on the town. It had been a while since she just went and had fun, having stuck mostly to work. Going to a local club, she rode into the parking lot, bringing her motorcycle to a stop. Turning it off, she took off her helmet, setting it on the handle bars before reaching up to fix her hair, taking it down from the ponytail and allowing it to fall across her face, hiding her right eye, the straight black of it vanishing behind the raven black strands. Kicking down the stand on her bike, she stood up, placing the key in her pocket and locking the helmet to the handle bars.

Stretching her wings a little, Deidre noticed someone else in the parking lot. Flashing her a small smile, she started toward the club doors, pausing to hold the door open for her. She hadn't seen the girl before, though she wasn't going to right away say so. Keeping quite, she half studied the girl before her attention was drawn to something inside the club.

Deidre allowed the door to close once she and the other woman were inside the club. Giving her eyes a minute to adjust to the darkness and the flashing lights, Deidre remained by the doors. After her eyes had adjusted, she started toward the counter as well, sliding into one of the seats at the bar, ordering a drink. Once it was in hand, she turned in her seat to watch the people on the dance floor, leaning her back against the bar as she allowed her wings to droop to the sides of her stool.

Deidre's attention stayed on the people on the floor for a moment before she felt that off feeling of being watched. She turned her head to the right a little, spotting the woman she had held the door for, though she had already looked away before Deidre could meet her gaze. For a moment, she sat as she was before she got up off her stool, moving over to take one near the woman. She offered her a smile, her wings drawn up to her back again as she rested her arms on the bar. "I can't say I've seen you here before," She spoke, her voice raised but soft as she spoke over the music.

Deidre listened intently, shifting a little to look at Roxanne. Holding out a hand, she offered to shake Roxanne's. "Deidre Christian Alexander," She replied. "You picked a good town to settle in. There's a lot to do, especially on the weekends," She added, watching her lightly from her seat. "This place is usually about packed, tonight you are actually seeing one of their slow nights,"

Deidre laughed a little. "Imagine this crowd times three," She said, taking a sip from her drink, setting it down before she turned her seat to look out over the crowd again. Falling silent, Deidre listened to the music for a few minutes before she glanced over toward the woman beside her, studying her a little before she fidgeted her wings. "Only warning I have for you is not to take a drink from someone you don't know. Though I'm sure that's not something I really need to tell you," She spoke up again. "Common club rule,"

"Friends I'm not too sure I can help you with, I don't have many myself. Jobs though... what are you looking to do?" Deidre questioned, reaching for her drink. Finishing what was in the glass, she set it down, shaking her head when the bartender asked if she needed another. "No, I need to be able to drive," She said, turning away from the bar, her attention going back to Roxanne.

Deidre raised an eyebrow in interest, leaning a little to get a better look at the tattoos on Roxanne's back. "I work in a shop. I can give you the contact information. Bring a portfolio by and I will see what I can do," she said, leaning forward in her seat again with a smile.