From takesatraintocry
Junkyard Angel speaks no fewer than seventeen living languages, and god knows how many dead ones. I once saw her dunk on a regulation hoop, barefoot and carrying a surly dwarf on her back. There was some debate at the highest levels of SG staff as to the wisdom of letting her join the site. (There were concerns that her overwhelming hotness might crash servers, intimidate hopeful models, and liquefy the copper tubes that comprise the interweb.) Remember that game some people call 'mercy' and others call 'peanuts?' You know: where you lock hands and try to bend your opponents hands until they submit and call it off? There's a rumor that when she was running drugs out of Vientienne in the late '70s, a real badass NSA type challenged her to a match after a night of hash and conspiracy. She tore both his arms off and fashioned the component bones into a kite. Despite all of this, she smells like roses and the morning dew.