She's a beauty, cold and aloof, with a killer's eye and a lust for control. Thekchen Thomkay [pronounced Tek' chen Tom' kay] is small, barely five-foot-four. And likely no more than 105 lbs. But never allow that to fool you. Cyanide comes in a small package, too. Dark locks tinted red spill down her back in a shimmering wave. Heavy kohl accents mahogany eyes framed by arching brows, and the sheen of warm blood seems to gloss her full lips. Her lean, athletic frame is wrapped most often in leather and lace, the colours usually dark, and just as likely to bear the fabricated print of some predatory animal. The spiked or platform heels of the majority of her boots lends her several inches in height. But this tiny whirlwind doesn't need 'em. She's larger than life, as is; a tempestuous force of nature, just waiting to explode.