Gender: Female
Age: Approximately 22
Place of Birth: Wouldn't YOU like to know?
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135

In the early hours of the night, a pair of stockinged legs swing over the back of a pickup truck, and a somewhat tall female form leaps from the car, still unbeknownst to the driver she'd snuck aboard for a free ride off of.
A beam of moonlight shines down on the newcomer's face as she strides a few paces toward the city, revealing what could best be described as a 1977 punk rock reject, with her battered Sex Pistols T-shirt and a spiked mohawk so rarely washed that it could very well be styling itself at this point. She clutches a cigarette between her lips and surveys the dark streets in front of her with sleepy hazel eye, before shrugging and nodding to herself as she sets forward.

Very few people have learned much information regarding this little brat's earlier youth - save for a seemingly regionless American accent - or who the hell named their kid "Moxie." To a few acquaintances, she's claimed with a smile that she grew up in the most average suburban home imaginable with a perfectly loving family, and everything changed one day when she got lost in the city on her way home from school one day and never found back. None of them were sure whether to take that seriously.

For the time being, she seems to hitchhike between increasingly strange cities whenever the last has worn out its welcome for her. Moxie never even attempts to locate a home or apartment for herself, even when she's managed to pick up a job - she's commonly found either sleeping or chainsmoking in an abandoned alleyway next to a few crushed soda and beer cans and a stolen pillow. Frankly, she's happier that way. Commitment to a single location makes her uncomfortable. The same applies to her personal relationships. She's not antisocial by any means, and will casually accept anything from a polite one-minute conversation about the fun of watching gang violence unfold in the streets to a make-out session in a nearby dumpster. Just don't expect her to call you her best friend and feel lost when you're not spending time with her.

When faced with clear threats, she is quite a bit of a smack-talker and shows little anxiety in dangerous situations despite her fairly average stature and lack of a weapon. (Not that she doesn't ever plan on getting one.) Most people who've witnessed this have called her either admirable or stupid. Both are probably correct.