Series: Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt
Class: Ghost Hunter
Threat Level: City Smasher
Alignment: Chaotic Sexy
Species: Fallen Angel
Birthdate: Nah, but tie a ribbon around it and we can pretend. <3
Height: 5'4" (164cm)
Weight: 104lbs (47kg)
Short Description: Heaven on high heels, with a big mouth and a bad attitude, Panty is the real heroine of the story! Together with her kid sister Stockin' (the goth one) she fights the forces of evil wherever they may dare to infringe upon her prolific and very important sex life. Ghosts and demons beware, she's got a pair of explosive transforming panties with your name all over them.
Panty Anarchy is, in fact, as (dirty) blonde as they come. Her hair is long, thick, and outrageously messy in a way that most any supermodel would seethe over. She looks like she's just slunk out of a seven-hour sex marathon with an award-winning hair stylist, redefining the heretofore glorious apex of 'bedhair' with her own unique spin. Artfully-sloppy bangs jaggedly draw the eye to her big baby blues, the much larger mass splaying chaotically down her back, the boldest strands resting against the taut upper curves of an ass that is, to say the least, pretty much perfect. Neither shall it ever quit, yea.
Almost perpetually found living it up on a pair of six inch heels, Panty has the proverbial 'legs for days'. She's clearly not averse to a good workout, either; they're slender but powerful, long and slim with just enough definition on thigh and calf to put paid to any of that bulimia bullshit. Her hips swell outward as befits her undeniable sex, cinching back in to a tight, flat stomach. There's not an inch of spare flesh to go around, even on her breasts - they're small, sure, but these pouting rosebuds beg for just as much attention as the rest of her. Don't be a fucking size queen, dude!
Panty's shoulders and arms bear no particularly athletic hallmark, with muscle tone befitting perhaps someone who does a little bit of pilates and gives a whole lot of... well, you know. There's a subtle but dangerous power in them there wrists, boys. She moves with an oddly-slouching grace, too relaxed and balanced to be called clumsy but hardly demonstrating the poise of a dancer. At least, most of the time...
The whole package is usually wrapped up, with similar carefree artistry to that found in her 'do, in a bright red strappy mini-dress whose hem falls perhaps a finger short of her namesake undergarments. There's probably a very good reason for this. Around her neck, she sports a double pair of gold chains - matching hoops found around her wrists and higher, hanging from the sensitive lobes of her ears.
Oh, and she has a face, too! Panty is, naturally, cute as all get-out. Her nose is a playfully-upturned button, her cheekbones well-defined within the overall heart shape, and her lips full without being overt. Despite the dick-eating grin she's probably giving you right now, hers is actually a very subtle form of beauty, make-up applied sparingly in flattering flesh tones to accentuate what's already there. This is a girl who knows what she's got, and realises she flaunts it just by existing.
Stand to attention, boys. Panty Anarchy has entered the building.
Backlace - Panty's firearm of choice, this iridescent blue handcannon is formed from her own panties. A spiritual weapon, it is unable to cause serious harm to humans despite being entirely lethal to ghosts. The greater an entity's demonic status, the less likely it is to simply explode on being drilled with a single, celestial round. In desperate situations, Panty can supplement and modify Backlace by using her sister's panties to create a second, identical gun; or even swipe the underwear of bystanders. The size and potency of such a weapon depends on the size of the owner's genitals and their relative prowess. Multiple renditions of Backlace can be combined to create progressively more ludicrous weapons, from assault rifles to cataclysmic bazookas.
Crack Shot - Whether it's Backlace or a regular, gross-smelling gun, Panty is capable of aiming with pinpoint precision under a staggering level of stress and confusion. Range is no object - if the bullet's capable of getting there, she can guide it, and is equally capable at the rapid fury of close quarters.
Martial Arts - In a manner of speaking! She's a brawler for sure, but despite her stature Panty packs a
hell heaven of a punch, and fights like a rabid cat. Perfectly content to pull hair, gouge eyes or kick below the belt, after transforming beneath the auspice of her angelic halo she's a dangerous combatant by any standard. Put a pistol or two in her hand and watch her Gun Fu.
Pornomancer - She's really fucking good. Improbably good. Even covered in feces and chunks of eradicated ghost ectoplasm, she's all but irresistible to the opposite sex. Maybe she's born with it, maybe she's a fucking angel and you should start praying, bitch...
See Through - Panty and Stocking's Hummer and pretty-much-sidekick, See Through is pink, sexy, ultra-durable and insanely fast (approximate top speed: what've you got?). Though both girls are capable of pulling crazy stunts, Panty's daredevil maneuvers are particularly stomach-churning to behold - and she's not bad on a motorcycle, either! Vroom vroom, motherfucker!
Within Temptation - Why Not Me
Steel Panther - Party All Day
Traci Lords - Fallen Angel
Teddy Loid - Fly Away (Now)
Katzenjammer - Land of Confusion
Deadmau5 feat. Rob Swire - Ghosts 'n' Stuff
Edguy - Fucking With Fire (Hair Force One)
Garbage - What Girls Are Made Of
The Shamen - L.S.I. (Love Sex Intelligence)
Girlschool - Race With The Devil
Bruce Dickinson - Shoot All The Clowns
Rammstein - Stripped (Heavy Metal Mix)
Kate Bush - Them Heavy People
The Prodigy - Spitfire
Y&T - Don't Tell Me What To Wear
David Lee Roth - It's Showtime!
The Almighty - Devil's Toy
Jun Sasaki - Juice
Halestorm - Apocalyptic
The Stranglers - No More Heroes
Saving Abel - The Sex Is Good
Queens of the Stone Age - Leg Of Lamb
Republica - Ready To Go (U.S. Mix)
The Sugababes - Get Sexy (Hadouken! Remix)
AC/DC - Shoot To Thrill
Guns N' Roses - Rocket Queen
The Pretty Reckless - Heaven Knows
TWO PARAGRAPHS?! Shit! This is the last time I do anything for you, Stockin', I swear to holy fuck...
So uh, once upon a time there was this rockin' hot blonde called Panty. Everyone wanted her, except the girls who weren't dykes who I guess just wanted to be her or whatever. Even though she cut school and didn't really apply herself (see, Stockin', I'm that self-aware thing you're always tellin' me about!) she was totally rad and awesome, and that's probably why she got kicked out of heaven to go hunt Ghosts. Oh, and she had this weirdo goth-freak of a sister who really needs to watch her figure before her tits expand to swallow the Earth and fuck up this whole big thing we have goin' on. She's super into bondage, too. What's up with that? Girl needs her hole filled, pronto.
Any-fuckin'-way, these two totally badass angel sisters were basically the best thing to happen to this dive of a planet. Everyone loved Panty Anarchy, she kicked ass, took names, and even starred in TWO hit movies. It all would've been perfect if not for this fat black asshole of a boy-botherer named Garterbelt. Every morning, he'd wake the two beautiful sisters (I said she eats too much, I didn't say she wasn't hot) by screaming outta both sides of his face about 'blah blah sacred duty, blah blah Heaven coins'. So we went and kicked ass, I guess.
That's two paragraphs, right? I'm done, right? Why do I even fucking care? Smell you later, jerkoff, I've got a hot date with my sister and four stinky rubber wheels. Woohoooo!
"You're right, I'm just a little bitch and I'm proud of it. But guess what, douchebag? That's not the point. Newsflash! I don't need special fucking powers to beat the shit out of you. You know why? Because I'm a bitch who doesn't give a fuck. You and your half-dead face can preach about hymens and demons and other weird words that supposedly mean shit, but that doesn't change the fact that if any of you fuckers get in my way, I'm gonna kick some twisted-ass ass. You hear me, dick? I'm a hot bitch angel named Panty. And no matter what anyone says, I DO WHAT I FUCKING WANT!"
"O pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, O evil spirit born of those drifting between heaven and earth, may the thunderous power from the garments of these holy, delicate maidens strike down upon you with great vengeance and furious anger, shattering your loathsome impurity and returning you from whence you came! Repent, motherfucker!"