Slim, boyish and as lithe as a very lithe snake. That's been oiled. In glycerine. 34C-23-34.Appearance:
Poofy, shaggy collar length blonde hair in a tumbly messy style. 'Bedhair' it's called and many women have to work hours to achieve it. May can do it instantly by just putting her feet out of the bed, standing up and tossing her head a couple of times. Her backward glance at her lover of choice for the night and a sly wink and wiggle of her behind only adds to the great look of her hair - mainly by drawing the viewer's attention elsewhere.
Blue eyes, clear skin, pale but not pasty; tans easily but not heavily and never uses a tan from a bottle or a sunbed. South of France sun is her favourite, usually Monaco though St Tropez or Cannes will suffice at a pinch. She has been known to slum it on the island of Capri on really bad days but she doesn't talk about that.Pretty, schoolgirlish and disarmingly cute
. Imagine a combination of Bruce 'Die Hard' Willis and Steven 'Under Siege' Seagal but packaged up inside a soft-breasted and shuffle-footed schoolgirl who likes lollipops and sticking her tongue out when she doesn't get her way.Nationality:
BritishNumber of Henchmen:
2 (Chalfont and Latimer
, two fat, slow, dimwitted but gorgeous tabbies)Criminal Racket:
Vigilante's Sidekick. Exploiting Interpol operatives. Smuggling explosives.Location of secret HQ:
Between Chrissie's thighs.Background:
May was brought up by a semi-psychotic mother and a right-wing fanatical father who thought, back in his youth, that "those Reds or those Yanks'll bomb us all and we're all gonna fry!" Consequently he and his wife prepared May for the worst that they thought would certainly come. May is highly skilled in unarmed combat and knows some moves that would impress Neo and Trinity, but her speciality is explosives. Whether it's obtaining grenades, C4 or dets at short notice or knowing the right suppliers at the right time and the right price or just making up something that goes BOOM! from some dodgy packages at the back of the larder, May is your girl. Handy with a SIG Sauer P239 Two-Tone
and even more so with her Fabrique Nationale P90
, her one weakness is a clingy need to be involved. Still young she hates to be left out of the excitement and constantly badgers Chrissie for a more involved role. Usually this results in her tagging along uninvited to missions and miraculously just being there in the nick of time to save Chrissie's butt or entering the Bad Guy's base arms full of grenades when she's most needed.
May strings along several more-or-less steady sugar-daddy style male lovers whom she drags around purely so she gets lots of exercise and nice treats like clothes, guns, cars and good connections within her chosen field of speciality - the illegal supply of explosives and bomb-making supplies. She totally exploits them with her body and between-the-sheets skills, but will always come home to Chrissie for some 'proper', tender loving.
One of her boyfriends is Claude Monticello a captain at Interpol based in Paris but who regularly liaises with his opposite numbers in London. In return for kinky sex Monticello supplies May with information about the next criminal mastermind Chrissie will stalk, infiltrate and take down. Monticello likes May's take on 'kinky' and wants to see the bad guys go down - preferably permanently - but this species of low life usually has lawyers that are too well paid so his legitimate efforts are often ineffective hence his willingness to give the information to May. And a sore back passage for a couple of days is a more than fair price to pay.
May wears stupidly immature clothing, most often favouring school uniforms of Japanese pattern
, thigh high socks and cosplay levels of sugary cuteness.
It comes as a shock to many people when this blonde bundle of airhead idiocy turns up in a Ford Mustang GT390
which she drives with skill, the love of her life after Chrissie and seven layer dip. And explosives. And, um, sailor fuku, and well. Yeah.