Personality: Christie won't hesitate to use her physical charms to distract men so that she can totally kick their asses. That said, she's extremely comfortable with her body and knows that she's good-looking. She doesn't have any problem running around in her underwear if that's what will get her out of trouble. She also doesn't have any trouble using her sexuality to play around (ex: Implying that the suggested Tina just sleep with her without underwear but she absolutely insists on wearing panties-- to Tina's Dad). Christie is highly flirty, very playful, and sexy enough to pull it off.
That isn't the only morally questionable characteristic. If she needs something and the person who has it is 80 years old, then she'll kick some extra wrinkly ass to get it. Of course, her skills in fighting far surpass pervy old men getting a peak at her or cracking the nuts of a double-crossing boyfriend. There's a reason she was invited to the Dead or Alive tournament, and it wasn't because she looks good. Christie is an expert fighter, specilizing in She Quan fighting style.
Though Christie initially states that she doesn't work well with groups, she almost consistently works together with Kasumi and Tina or with her partner Max. She shows excellent capability to work in teams, so working alone is likely a past preference more than an actual characteristic of hers.
Despite her flirty activity, if the person she's got affections for pays attention to someone else she does get jealous. She doesn't make a huge show of it, but causing a distraction and making a snarky comment or two to get the attention back is fine by her. (This of course, only applies if she has genuine affection for the individual in question.) Christie's true mistress? Like they say, "Diamonds are a girl's best friend." It's probably why she gets along so famously with Max, since his goals are roughly the same. She'll easily kill for enough money, which is why she doubles as a master thief and an assassin.
Christie's not too bad at art, either, and has an excellent memory. Even during a fight, she's able to memorize a tiny tattoo on her opponent enough to draw a detailed replica hours later. This also pays homage to her attention to detail, quickly noticing the layout of a room and oddities within it (such as a turned head on a statue being the way to open a secret door). Being a master thief means this is somewhat of a job requirement, as is getting out of tough situations no matter what the case.
Other: (AKA Generic information released in character profiles and some other random facts!) x She loves driving. (In the movie, she's got a motorcycle.) x Favorite food is cheesecake, drink is tomato juice. x Favorite color is black. x Measurements are B37" W23" H35". x She is 5'10" tall and weighs 126lbs. x She's British. x Birthday is December 18th. x She is 24 years old. x Blood type B. x Hogs all the blankets. Additional Links: This movie is hilarious. Here, have a link to it on YouTube!
First Person (entry type): I had some visitors today. They didn't seem to want to share the champaign I'd ordered from room service, but there were a few other services I was able to share with them. [ There's an audible smirk in her voice. It almost sounds sexual. It's not. ]
Let's say it was a visit they're not likely to forget. That said, I was wondering if anyone would offer a girl a place to stay for the night? Had to leave in a hurry and it'll take a bit of time to get out of town. Wouldn't want to let my friends catch up with me before our next playdate, would I? Wouldn't want the fun to end so soon.
Third Person: There was something to be said about diamonds. Harder than most rocks-- they even made blades with them to cut the hardest of metals with. Most appropriate for a girl like her. Money was great and made life absolutely fantastic, but diamonds were a bit more beautiful than bills. Didn't hurt to have both, of course.
Christie checked from side to side before standing, taking the gun from the guard she'd just introduced to the greatest dream he'll ever have and tucking it into the back of her pants. She wouldn't need it if she ran into a few more of these guys, but it never hurt to play it safe (even if she so rarely did so). No one in sight. The blonde quickly moved forward on her toes, silent and deadly as a snake. It didn't take her long to reach the vault. Her eyes rolled up for a moment as she remembered the key Max had gotten for her. 19, 30, 43, 32, 11, 3, 5. Few more numbers than normal. As far as thefts went, this wasn't one of the most trying she'd gone through.
She finished inputting the numbers to get into the secured vault, then turned the handle. It didn't open and Christie's usual smile fell for a few seconds as she heard footsteps. Looked like Max screwed up again. Christie turned around, eyes on the six men holding her at gunpoint.
"I like men as much as the next woman. Six might be a bit of a crowd, though."
A simper pulled to her lips as she put her hands up, the men surrounding her in a matter of seconds. One pulled out handcuffs, but didn't get a chance to secure her wrists. As soon as the cold metal grazed her skin, Christie had elbowed the one to her left in the face while kicking the gun out of the opposite's hands and into his face. Backward headbutt to the man with the handcuffs, a quarter turn and the gun she'd grabbed earlier pistol-whipped another approaching guard. Three consecutive jabs to the fifth one's stomach, chest, and throat, and the last one? Christie flicked her wrist out and sent the half-adjusted cuffs flying off her wrist to strike him straight in the forehead, leaving a clean cut across his skin.
Christie looked around to make sure everyone was good and unconscious and appropriated a new, much larger gun and shot the lock off. Good thing this was a private vault, she might have had more trouble with something with better security. Christie walked in and took in her surroundings, smile brighter when she saw that familiar sparkle.
"You on the other hand, I'd rather like to take home."
Christie Allen | DOA: Dead or Alive (Movie) | Reserved
That isn't the only morally questionable characteristic. If she needs something and the person who has it is 80 years old, then she'll kick some extra wrinkly ass to get it. Of course, her skills in fighting far surpass pervy old men getting a peak at her or cracking the nuts of a double-crossing boyfriend. There's a reason she was invited to the Dead or Alive tournament, and it wasn't because she looks good. Christie is an expert fighter, specilizing in She Quan fighting style.
Though Christie initially states that she doesn't work well with groups, she almost consistently works together with Kasumi and Tina or with her partner Max. She shows excellent capability to work in teams, so working alone is likely a past preference more than an actual characteristic of hers.
Despite her flirty activity, if the person she's got affections for pays attention to someone else she does get jealous. She doesn't make a huge show of it, but causing a distraction and making a snarky comment or two to get the attention back is fine by her. (This of course, only applies if she has genuine affection for the individual in question.) Christie's true mistress? Like they say, "Diamonds are a girl's best friend." It's probably why she gets along so famously with Max, since his goals are roughly the same. She'll easily kill for enough money, which is why she doubles as a master thief and an assassin.
Christie's not too bad at art, either, and has an excellent memory. Even during a fight, she's able to memorize a tiny tattoo on her opponent enough to draw a detailed replica hours later. This also pays homage to her attention to detail, quickly noticing the layout of a room and oddities within it (such as a turned head on a statue being the way to open a secret door). Being a master thief means this is somewhat of a job requirement, as is getting out of tough situations no matter what the case.
Other: (AKA Generic information released in character profiles and some other random facts!)
x She loves driving. (In the movie, she's got a motorcycle.)
x Favorite food is cheesecake, drink is tomato juice.
x Favorite color is black.
x Measurements are B37" W23" H35".
x She is 5'10" tall and weighs 126lbs.
x She's British.
x Birthday is December 18th.
x She is 24 years old.
x Blood type B.
x Hogs all the blankets.
Additional Links: This movie is hilarious. Here, have a link to it on YouTube!
First Person (entry type): I had some visitors today. They didn't seem to want to share the champaign I'd ordered from room service, but there were a few other services I was able to share with them. [ There's an audible smirk in her voice. It almost sounds sexual. It's not. ]
Let's say it was a visit they're not likely to forget. That said, I was wondering if anyone would offer a girl a place to stay for the night? Had to leave in a hurry and it'll take a bit of time to get out of town. Wouldn't want to let my friends catch up with me before our next playdate, would I? Wouldn't want the fun to end so soon.
Third Person: There was something to be said about diamonds. Harder than most rocks-- they even made blades with them to cut the hardest of metals with. Most appropriate for a girl like her. Money was great and made life absolutely fantastic, but diamonds were a bit more beautiful than bills. Didn't hurt to have both, of course.
Christie checked from side to side before standing, taking the gun from the guard she'd just introduced to the greatest dream he'll ever have and tucking it into the back of her pants. She wouldn't need it if she ran into a few more of these guys, but it never hurt to play it safe (even if she so rarely did so). No one in sight. The blonde quickly moved forward on her toes, silent and deadly as a snake. It didn't take her long to reach the vault. Her eyes rolled up for a moment as she remembered the key Max had gotten for her. 19, 30, 43, 32, 11, 3, 5. Few more numbers than normal. As far as thefts went, this wasn't one of the most trying she'd gone through.
She finished inputting the numbers to get into the secured vault, then turned the handle. It didn't open and Christie's usual smile fell for a few seconds as she heard footsteps. Looked like Max screwed up again. Christie turned around, eyes on the six men holding her at gunpoint.
"I like men as much as the next woman. Six might be a bit of a crowd, though."
A simper pulled to her lips as she put her hands up, the men surrounding her in a matter of seconds. One pulled out handcuffs, but didn't get a chance to secure her wrists. As soon as the cold metal grazed her skin, Christie had elbowed the one to her left in the face while kicking the gun out of the opposite's hands and into his face. Backward headbutt to the man with the handcuffs, a quarter turn and the gun she'd grabbed earlier pistol-whipped another approaching guard. Three consecutive jabs to the fifth one's stomach, chest, and throat, and the last one? Christie flicked her wrist out and sent the half-adjusted cuffs flying off her wrist to strike him straight in the forehead, leaving a clean cut across his skin.
Christie looked around to make sure everyone was good and unconscious and appropriated a new, much larger gun and shot the lock off. Good thing this was a private vault, she might have had more trouble with something with better security. Christie walked in and took in her surroundings, smile brighter when she saw that familiar sparkle.
"You on the other hand, I'd rather like to take home."
Diamonds really were a girl's best friend.