Diana didn't always have this particular "look".
Growing up it was blonde hair and a perfect tan.
The tan was from everything athletic that could be done outside.
Into school she wound up being one of the gorgeous people simply because...
Well that really shouldn't need explaining.
Wealthy parents even pay for breast implants on her 18th.
Although she hung out with the gorgeous people though, she wasn't a cheerleader.
Lacrosse and Field Hockey first.
Then one day the wrestling team is opening tryouts to girls.
Diana is really good on the mats.
Combined with top grades the athletic scholarship is on offer from a few different schools.
Marketing is the degree while she wrestles through college.
The entire time she is one of the beautiful blonde tanned people.
And she isn't a very nice person.
Fact of the matter she's meaner than most and good at the putdowns.
It's her final collegiate meet ever. She's at the nationals.
Somehow in the title match she winds up against this crazy looking goth chick.
A well placed put down may help with the mental edge.
Nope. All the did was make weirdo angry...
Her crew is watching and cheering for her. Afraid of the embarrassment Diana resorts to dirty tricks, and every time the referee is out of position she grabs, pinches, twists or pulls where she knows she shouldn't.
Unfortunately for Diana crazy girl replies in kind again, and after getting caught in a cradle Diana has a forearm across her throat (not her own).
And the referee can't see because all he's looking for is whether or not Diana's shoulders are down.
Gasping and struggling the sense of fear and panic is overwhelming.
Then nothing.
Next thing she wakes up groggy as all hell. Just in time to see her opponent's arm raised.
Damn...
The chill from the rest of the beautiful people is pretty severe.
"How did you let that piece of crap beat your saggy ass?"
That's one of the less severe things.
It passes, and after a few months it's forgotten.
She has her degree, she's working, she's partying, and life is pretty awesome when you're this good looking.
One day there's this thing like a zit on her hip. It's bleeding slightly and won't heal.
After a few days it's not better.
After a couple of weeks it's gotten bigger and she's at the doctor.
The news is as about as bad as it could possibly be.
Diana has a melanoma; skin cancer.
The surgery is scheduled immediately.
She wakes up sick and groggy and sore.
The first thing she sees is the nurse.
The next thing is the doctor.
"Excellent outcome. We've removed the affected area and surrounding lymph nodes and we believe we've got all of it before it could spread. As soon as pathology comes back we'll have confirmation and everything should be all clear!"
Diana's heart jumps, but why does it hurt so much?
"We had to remove quite a bit. It will leave a minor scar; nothing to stress about."
Two days later the pathology comes back.
Diana is in the clear.
Her heart soars.
A week later the bandages come off and she gets to see the sutures.
Her heart sinks.
It looks like she's been bitten by a shark.
That's what a melanoma surgery can be like.
Sure enough they confirm that almost an entire kilo of her body has been cut out.
After a couple of months the stitches are out and the healing has well begun.
Only then does she realize that she hasn't heard from any of her "friends" in all this time.
She makes some calls.
The beach?
Ummmm.... Ok....
The anxiety of being out in the sun is worse than she thought. She's covered in sunscreen and wearing a full sun suit.
When her friends see her the laugh and tell her they won't be seen with her dressed like that.
Sheepishly she takes off her sun shirt and is now only wearing a bikini.
Her friends stare at her like she's a piece of mouldy meat.
One at a time...
"You are so pale! That scar is disgusting! You look horrible!"
All together...
"We won't be seen with you looking like that."
For someone who was such a terror on the wrestling mats so very recently Diana has never felt smaller or more weak.
She hardly leaves the house for two weeks.
She's afraid of the sun and terrified of getting another cancer.
Where did the strong and determined person go?
...
Away.
How far?
...
Not too far.
And after a couple of months and some time with a psychologist...
...
Diana is now back.
The pale skin is really nice.
It's just a matter of getting the clothes and makeup to match.
The blonde hair was natural. Screw it. Diana goes for black, and for kicks lights up a crazy red fringe.
She doesn't got out in the sun anymore if she can help it.
She's not afraid of it, she is not careless with it.
It just seems to fit that she's more nocturnal these days.
Finally she won't accept the scar.
A brightly colored tattoo is much nicer.
Now she needs to get to work. Lacking much by way of real experience she gets an entry level job as a coordinator and hostess for...
Well let's just say the establishment caters to a somewhat adult male audience.
And the staff love her. If the bouncers ever need to lean in and check on something instead of getting in the way or carrying on like a panic monkey Diana is cool and calm and fearless.
And she never insults anyone and she only ever has nice and decent things to say to everyone.
There's a new Dancer named Candi on the stage.
Our entry level OCs
When one of the patrons gets "grabby", Diana notices something.
Candi isn't scared and knows how to handle herself.
After the set Diana asks. Candi tells her about the gym.
So now Diana is back on the mats and, not just amateur style wrestling, she's learning submissions also.
And one day she can't quite believe her eyes...
Diana asks Corveena if she'd like to roll.
Corveena is friendly and returns the handshake and "Sure! Glad too."
The mid-card
They trade a few tap outs. Diana compliments Corveena on her wrestling game.
Corveena tells her thanks, and that Diana is no slouch either.
So Diana asks...
"You don't recognise me, do you?"
Corveena smiles, a little bit confused...
"Sorry... No I don..."
Diana grabs Corveena's hair and shorts, pulling guard and locking down a tight body scissor.
Corveena curses and throws a punch, but Diana has let go before it even lands.
Diana laughs.
"Remember me now?"
Corveena does remember now.
"I choked you out once before!"
"I know. It's cool. No hard feelings. I cheated first and you cheated better. Fair and square."
Corveena can't quite figure out what to make of this...
And she realises Diana isn't joking.
"You used to be blonde."
"Yes, and you've gotten more tattoos."
Tracing her finger lightly on Corveena's chest, "I like this one a lot."
Diana never told anyone that there was another reason she enjoyed the wrestling so much.
She kept it hidden a long time because she was supposed to be into guys.
Into girls is supposed to be wrong...
Stronger, better Diana let all of that go a long time ago.
And Corveena is caught off guard again as Diana closes her guard and pulls tight again.
Laughing...
"I didn't say we should stop yet."
