AGE: 17

HEIGHT/WEIGHT:5'6"/120 lbs. (if wet and shoeless); 6'/125 lb in platforms and wigs

LIKES: Rainbows, Freedom, Parties, Wigs and Heels, Bright Colours, smiles and laughter, dancing, traveling and getting out to do things, seafood, wigs and platform shoes, space and old sci-fi, harmony and cosmic balance

DISLIKES: Couch potatoes, party poopers, stealing, anything restraining, bad breath, static and especially the sound it makes, things that 'disrupt her karma', betrayal, chores and cleaning

APPEARANCE:
It's an absolute mystery as to what her hair actually looks like, though some have speculated that it's green. Wigs in every single shape and colour imaginable are as common as the wild variety of shoes she wears, normally tall disco-era platforms. Each wig will complement her clothing of the day, often a micro mini, wide bell-bottoms or one piece halter dress in a eye-catching bright colour or sparkles and spangles. Her face is always made up with dark Mod-Style lashes and wears rather large earrings; everything she wears is designed as an odd throwback to 70's era space and science motifs.
As Sailor B52's, her hair is a tall red beehive (waiting for it, weren't you? ^^), her dress a silver sleeveless mini-dress with a tall collar and white and pink detailing, silver gloves and high platform boots. On a silver garter on her leg, she has a ray gun.

PERSONALITY:

Brenda is a bright and happy young woman and a real live Party Girl(tm). Dancing isn't a hobby, it's a way of life. She is contantly kept moving, any strong beat pumped able to keep her perpetually in motion in a variety of dances from the Pogo to the Roger Rabbit to the Macarena (hey! It's contagious!) to ones she makes up on the spot and names on instinct. She thinks she can do anything, and will often try, ambitious and wild. Her opinions are a bit dated, most considering just another harmless hippie freak full of free love and karmic understanding; the only thing is, she's out to change the world. Not content to keep the dance to herself, she will not rest until she's infected the word with a great party that balances the evil and the good in harmony and peace.

Normally a happy and spunky gal, the first way to get her angry is to restrict her. Just try and stop the Dance and she'll be at your throat, attempt to censor her words and she'll yell them louder. Tell her she's dressed inappropriately and she'll riot in the streets. If you manage to confine her and limit her actions and feelings, she will work herself up into a frenzy, chanting old 60's anti-establishment slogans or singing in resistance. She's also very paranoid about the band breaking up; having lost one member already, she's bound and determinded to bring Cindy Wilson back into the fold and get the band back to their roots of solid dance tunes.

QUOTES:
"But she isn't!"
"Come here, you little Butterbean you!"
"Tell it like it T-I-is!"
"Your what?"
"Lay down the law!"
"SURPRISE!"
"Yah, we just thought we'd drop in!"
"Ooh, halatosis..."
"I want the world to change for me!"
"Where's my umbrella?"
"It is I! Modine!"
"Why won't you dance with me? I ain't no Limburger!"

HENSHIN: Everything goes black, then a strobe hits in tune to "Cosmic Thing", quick flashes highlighting each item of clothing from the floor up. The last are her earrings, sparkling for the camera as it pans to cross her face and a wide smile. Striking a pose with her lazer gun, she ends the henshin by singing, "Shake that thang!" Quick, easy and simple.

POWERS:

"Everything I Have in My Hand"
-Twisting her hands in front of her face while swaying her hips, she closes her eyes and concentrates. Whispering "I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you...", she makes one hand a fist and extends it towards her target, pulling the other hand away from her face, palm out; this gives her a small mental connection with her target, bringing forth their innermost desire. Finishing the incantation with, "Everything I have in my hand!", she can show what that desire is in some sort of holographic vision from the center of her palm. If it's money or a recording contract, it will appear physically; if it's something more abstract, like killing another Senshi, it will appear as a full scene movie-style. It's mostly used to discover motives and easily distract the bad guys. :)

"Whammy Kiss!"
-Putting her fingers to her lips, she says, "Whammy Kiss!", entending out her hand and blowing her target (or targets up to two) a kiss. A hot pink kiss floats towards them like a heat seeking missle and will knock them back with incerdible force. It can only hit one target at a time, sending them flying at most thirty feet in one direction or another. You can run from this attack, but you can't hide; try as the bad guy might, the hot pink kiss will hunt them down until deflected or hitting their mark. You can only delay the enevitable.

GUARDIAN: Quiche Lorraine (full name: Quiche Lorraine La Poodle): "a dog dyed dark green, about two inches tall, with a strawberry blonde fall. Sunglasses and a bonnet, designer jeans with appliques (sewn-on patches) on it"... Quiche is a miniature (VERY minature) green poodle who travels with Brenda wherever she goes on the end of a long 30 ft. leash, teathered to Brenda in some fashion. Both love parties and Quiche always has the answer to liven things up. Quiche talks to Brenda only, the tiny creature normally unseen by the rest of the band. Quiche doesn't let the fact she's a tiny dog get her down; often forgetting silly thinks like height and her beagle-like nose, Quiche is boycrazy and a terrible flirt to every cute guy she sees.

STORY SAMPLE:
"So, if Planet Claire has green hair... where exactly do they have it? They don't have any heads..."
"Don't think so hard," sighed Quiche, slowly reeled in by her leash. "What are you going to tell them?"
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that... uhm, 'Hi guys! I'm a really big fan?"
"That just blew a hulking moster-beast of corporate proportions through a concrete wall? Think again."
Brenda put a laqured pink nail to her lips in thought. "True."
Three familiar faces were approaching and she had to think fast. Adjusting her wig, she tapped her foot and smoothed down her mini-skirt. Bending over to pick up Quiche, three figures approached her backstage. One, a lanky dark haired man looked as if he was about to faint, while the redheaded woman had her attention on the damage done to their stage, currently being calmly put back together by roadies. Between the two stood a taller gentleman with a bass slung over his shoulder, dazed and confused in the middle of the destruction. No time like the present, thought Brenda and took as many tiny steps as she could, walking bravely (if a little wobbly) up to the band as they approached. Quiche's tiny paws scratched lightly at her neck as she took refuge in her hair, the plastic locks the same colour as her lipstick: fire engine red.
"Hi!," she burts out with all the enthusiasm of a fire hose. "Uhm, I bet you didn't know that the groovy old radio in your bus was actually a spiritual link to the tremendous vibes of your music! And, well, that's why I'm here! I'm your protector! Your guardian! It's that kismet?"
The three took in the blast of info as well as they could.
"Cosmic," said Kate.