GrayRose (Stufe 2) mail warning

Likes:
•Boxing topless
•Tit punching, or honestly, any other style of tit torture in a fight
•Hot summer days and hot places in general
•Gaming
•Working out
•People who are predictable (easier for her to control them)
•Girls, especially ones with bigger bust to have fun with
•Boys, not as partners but as friends, to have chat with (not about boring stuff)
•Music; especially neo industrial, industrial, metalcore, witching house
•any form of art
•Money (duh)
•Not caring about her future and living in the moment

dislikes(not my limits):
•Touching me without my consent, even if you're a friend, I can't guarantee you wouldn't get a punch in the face or a knee to the crotch. Trauma, not my fault
•anywhere that doesn't make my sexy muscles shine and glisten, so dark places and anything that stops me from sweating
•selfcentered people, there's only one who can be self centered and that's me, har har
•unpredicatable people
•people who have left dominant hand, still counts as being unpredictable in boxing and brawling
•treacherous people, not towards her specifically but towards anyone, even a corner girl or guy

(the "dislike" section of my profile aren't my limits, they are merely to piss me off in a roleplaying sense)

Backstory:
"Rose" was born into a fractured world in the underbelly of a neon-lit megacity. Her mother, a single parent and factory worker, died when Rose was 12. She died in a warehouse accident that the company swept under the rug. Her father was long gone, a gambler who vanished with debts trailing him like shadows. Orphaned, Rose was shuffled through foster homes, each one colder than the last. By 16, she was on the streets, scraping by through petty theft and odd jobs, her fists becoming her only real allies after fending off predators in back alleys.
At 19, a chance brawl caught the eye of a shady promoter who pulled her into the underground boxing circuit—not the kind with gloves and rules, but a brutal, erotic spectacle where fighters, all women, were pitted in barely-there outfits for the leering crowds of perverts. Rose hated it, the way the audience’s eyes clung to her body, but the money was survival. She learned to channel her rage into her punches and she got used to the eyes all glewed to her body. Her lean frame hiding a ferocity that made her a crowd favorite. The underground fights were dirty—low blows, spiked gloves, tit crushes, and no mercy—but Rose clawed her way to a reputation, earning the name "Gray Rose". Rose never was her real name, nobody knows what her real name is. The "Rose" came from her deceptive beauty—her sharp features and lithe figure with huge taut tits drew eyes, but like a rose’s thorns, her fists stung with precision and power. The "Gray" spoke to her muted existence: her life was drained of color, steeped in the ashen gloom of the city and the moral ambiguity of the fights. She wasn’t a hero or a villain, just a survivor.
She is 32 now and she's still fighting and she's become the underground champion 6 times and had the record of 292 days of holding the championship belt. She's got a calm yet flirty manner. She never takes anything seriously untill something she hates happens. Loves to talk about herself. She rarely gets close to anyone since eshe doesn't trust a soul but when she does, she makes sure she does everything for that person, in other words, loyal till the day she dies.
She rarely gets provoked or outraged by anything, but there has been times she has lost her cool when her opponents know what they're doing.
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Injuries:
•When she was 25 she had a heavy injury in her chest area. Facing a vicious opponent known for dirty tactics, Rose was caught off-guard by a savage elbow strike to her chest, aimed with precision to crush her resolve. The impact fractured a rib and which lead to a glandular tissue damage of her breasts, causing immediate, searing pain and swelling that left her gasping on the mat. She still managed to fight well but obviously the match didn't turn to her favour and she lost. Post-fight, the damage was clear: her breasts remained swollen, the injured glands overproducing and releasing milk-like fluids that created relentless internal pressure. The trauma also triggered an abnormal response in her apocrine glands, causing them to release a potent pheromone—a lingering scent that became her signature in the ring.
There's a constant pressure in her tits which bothered her a lot at first but after few years of working in this condition, she got used to handling it better.
When her tits are targeted constantly, she will start to spurt out a thick milk-like fluid in high pressures but this, instead of being painful to her, is releiving with the sudden drop of pressure in her tits, but it will leave her stunned for seconds to come before her ducts get clampsed involuntarily because of the increase of pressure in her tits again.
•she had her left arm broken and her left shoulder fractures when she went against an nhb champion when she was 28. Her left hits a lot weaker and has muscle deficiency. Pressure on the left arm makes it fall limp to her side

(I can play as a futa too and willing to fight against fems, anthros, futas and shemales (not into fighting or sexual talks with boys and femboys sorry))