Developing a powerful lust for absinthe at an early age, Tori Adore spent years lucidly watching down on the bullfights from a tree that curiously hung over the stadium walls. It was hanging from a branch one day that she learned of her power to communicate with the bull. Guiding the dangerous beast with her mind, the bull conquered and killed the matador.

Life was never clear-cut for Tori Adore. The art of the taunt and kill flowed through her veins from generations of celebrated fighters. In her first contest, Tori stunned the crowd when she spared the bull and cut off the ear of a fascist leader who sat perched in the crowd.

Outlawed from her homeland, Tori Adore and her one true friend, a novillo named Wizardo, fled the country and landed on the shores of Los Estados Unidos. Hearing of a city named Chicago where "bulls ruled in the 90's," Tori knew she had found a place where a wayward renegade bullfighter could live in solace with her young friend Wizardo.

Alas, the instinct for vengeance soon rose from her gut and fate could not be denied. Her deep reverence for the mystique of the benevolent bull made her realize who the true fight must be waged against. It was the beastly behavior of her fellow man that made Tori Adore decide. Dismayed by the human treatment of animals, Tori Adore vowed to strike and kill anyone that should cross her path.

Traitor or freedom fighter? Is it ever that simple? Just like the colorblind bull, living in the ambiguity was her only choice. For soulful thugs like Tori Adore, life was only worth living in the bright red center, however violent it may get. In her savage conquests, Tori paid homage to the slaughters by rinsing her hair in the bright red blood of the slain.

Just when you think her locks can t get any redder, Tori has chosen to embrace her path of inevitability to practice the art of the taunt in a pair of bright red roller skates &.

Olé, putas.