Scarlet queen
Scarlet
She smiled that wicked smile and laughed at the man juggling his guts screaming for help as he quickly bled to death. Her hair was long spread out on her shoulders, a dark blood red with a hint of black. She was tall, taller than most. She wore black skintight jeans that made her stick out in all the right places, and her jacket, an old 50's style tuxedo hoody with two tails, except new and vamped up to look gothic and sinister. Her beauty was unmatched. And her eyes were an emerald green, the kind one could get lost staring into.