Name: Mysie

Age: 38

Species: Plesiosaurs

Gender: Female (Futa on request)

Height: 7 ft 8 in

Weight: 278 lbs

Bust:  DD 41 in.

Eye Color: Red iris surrounded by an eerie yellow.

Occupation: Owner of Loch's Nest, a contracting company for restoring old historic homes of Scotland

History: Raised off the shores of Loch Ness since she was a child, she never knew much about the outside world, well, at least, her parents didn't wish her too. When they passed and she took control raising herself since she was 14 she's didn't do much to explore the world then. Yet one day when she went swimming, someone caught a weird angled picture and suddenly the monster myth was born, and to stop people from coming to try and either hunt for her or to capture her for experimental tests she explored the outside world to explain about herself. When she returned, her life was never the same as she dove further and further into their world, soon expanding the little home she had to a luxurious two floored home, one she planned to live peacefully in, and if she can hopefully have a child or two before her biological clock runs out. With the home of her dreams, covered with blood and sweat of her years of hard work, she often finds herself bored at her contracting business, only having some fun when she gets called to help restore old castles. Having knowledge from her parent's stubborn ways of the old days, but it made one hell of a killing being the only person that isn't a high tech wiz costing a bundle. During her relaxation she loves to swim in the lake she's lived next to all her life, never missing a chance to skinny dip in the beautiful lake, though she still catches the occasional flash of a camera or two during her swims.

Personality: Doesn't like to deal with drama, being blunt at times before simply moving on. She values what time she can get to herself, or for a date, and loathes the nickname Nessie.

Likes: Books, contracting work, crafting with her hands, loves to swim and loves a good drink.

Dislikes: The name Nessie, long boring work days, lonely nights she could be spending with someone, storms (stops her from being able to swim) and the winter, unless she has someone to curl up by the fire with.