."Don't even try.".

The words stun him, but she doesn't care. He has just come up and sat on the stool in front of her, looking her over. She knew his type, and she shot him down before he even began. "I'm not interested."
."You sure?" he asks, watching the woman. She's standing behind the bar, polishing a glass repeatedly. She has icy, hard blue eyes, which are trained obediently on her glass. She is almost completely invisible, due to the club's dull lights, smoky atmosphere, and the different garments covering her face.
Yes, she had a veil hooked across her cheeks. It was a deep magenta, and it rested very lightly on her nose. The color contracted heavily against her dark skin. She was foreign. He had known that almost upon entering. Her thick accent, her skin, and her clothing had been a dead giveaway. She was from some sort of desert country.
."Yes." the woman says without hesitation, slamming the glass on the counter. It seemed she had given up on cleaning it. He raised his eyebrows and tapped the polished wood in front of the glass twice, and then pointed at it. The universal sign of "refill, please."
She sighed and turned, walking to the counter behind her. She picked up a glass mixer filled with a shining amber liquid, came back, and filled the glass. She then shoved it towards him roughly.
."Heeeeey," he complained, looking up at her. "Don't be like that.".
."I'll be however I want to be," she replied simply, turning her back on him again. Just as the man was going to stand up to leave, the lights suddenly came back on. A collection of moans and groans floated around the club from those blinded momentarily by the lights. Most shaded their eyes. A voice echoed loudly, explaining the lights. There was a small emergency on the main floor, and they needed to solve it. The woman did not react to the lights or the explanation. She just picked up two more pitchers and returned to the front, and finally the man knew what she looked like.

Her skin was a dark, bark-like brown. She has short, messy, boyish bangs and tightly tied-back hair. Strung across her forehead was a golden chain, and in the center was a shining orange jewel. Her ears poked out. They were small and feline; a bright dawn-light orange center smothered by a dark chocolate brown. You notice something odd about them. Her left ear has three blood red studs, while her right has two studs and a black hoop. Odd.
Her hair is also curious. First off, it is unbelievably long. It goes to her waist. The color is the same as her bangs; a deep orchid. And it is in a tight diamond-style braid. There are tiny gold bands between each loop, and you notice near the bottom the braid changes color. It becomes orange; a bright, glowing orange. It's like it was dipped in the ink of a sunset.
Her attire also suggest a desert background. Her "shirt" is more of a tube top, which a dark black edge on top, the dark violet (same as her ears) fabric, and at the ends, small gold ruffles. On her right arm, just below the shoulder, are two gold arm bands. She has another on her left arm, just above the elbow. Also, on her right wrist, she was two gold bangles. Due to the top's smallness, most of her stomach is showing, and she has an odd tattoo just above her belly button. It goes all the way around her hips, and it's something like this:

She wears mushroom pants around her dark legs. They're a light, stormy gray, and they don't end until her ankles. She also had little yellow slippers. Her tail is thick and bushy (suggesting she is a Wocky, and not a Kougra as the man had thought earlier), and the same violet as her ears and the same orange as her tail. Her frame looks rather young, and the man almost opens his mouth to question her age. To work here she had to be 21. There was no way she was older than 18. But he stops, and shakes his head. Her face holds a maturity and wisdom beyond her years. If she was here, she was here for a reason. Instead he asks a simpler question.

."What is your name?".

The girl (for that is what she truly is, seeing as her true age is just 17) glanced up at him. Her steel eyes judge him and size him up. Was he a threat? A danger? No. He was just a stupid man with a question. And one little name wouldn't hurt her. He'd probably forget it by the end of the night, if he continued this pattern in his choice of drinks.

."It's Topaz," she told him with a light shrug. "Just Topaz."

."And you know what reffies mean....ART TRADES AND FANART!!"

Whoa. Your head jerks up from the papers. Art trades? Fanart? This was new.

."These two stunning pictures are from Krys. Aren't they beautiful?" Rosa says over your shoulder, obviously prepared to give art commentary.

."This one is from Poodles. Doesn't Topaz look so kitty-like?".

."This one is from Diane. She's so good! Look at that marker work."

. Candy gave me this one. And I love it! Topaz looks SO fluffy! So cute."

."This is one of my favorites. Lime gave it to me! She quit, sadly, and I'm happy I got to receive this piece from her before she left."

Rosa sighed, obviously full of happy memories with pretty pictures. You, however, gaze at her like she's crazy.

Scratch that. Too redundant for words.

You open your mouth to request another section, but she beats you to the punch.

."NOW IMMA GONNA SHOW YOUZ TOPAZ'S STATISTICS." she screams at the top of her lungs. Litzy cringes on the bed.

(Topaz in a nutshell)

Name: Topaz
Born: January 15
Age: 17
Personality: Shrewd, harsh, emotionally-challenged.
First glance appearence (anthro): Anthro wocky. Brown? Desert? Dark brown skin. Desert fashion. Headscarf and veil. Tube-top-like-shirt. Black/violet/gold ruffles. Grey mushroom pants. Gold slippers. Blue eyes.
First glance appearence (quad): Small. The size of a full-grown beagle. Violet fur, no mane. Same ears as anthro (below). Orange-tipped tail.
Eye color: Hard, steel blue.
Scars/markings: Curling tattoo around stomach.
Hair: Mostly hidden by magenta headscarf. Dark orchid bangs peak out. Very long diamond-style braid that goes to hips. Orchid, but the ends are highlighted bright orange. Little gold bands around each loop.
Ears: Violet with chocolate center. The left one has three red studs, and the right has two red studs and a black hoop. Accessories: Magenta, see-through veil hooked across her cheeks. Magenta headscarf.
Jewelry: Gold chain across forehead with bright orange topaz in the center; gold shoulder bands, gold arm band, gold bangles, braid bands.
Love: Psh. You wish.
Offspring: Next. Question.
Lives: Anywhere I feel like it.
Worst Fear: Rushing water.
Petpet: Jewel the grey Kookith. Watch out; she bites. xP
Other: Multiple forms.