Mildred Knolastname, or as everyone called her Millie. An imp that grew up in the Wrath ring of hell. She grew in a massive family, filled with imps of similar strength, and she grew into a woman that surpassed most of them in her combat skills.

At 17, she moved to the Pride ring to make a living as a freelance agent, where she stole a kill from Moxxie... but she decided against joining I.M.P. She was getting tired of the murdering, and wanted to use her strength in a more... fun manner, like the thousands of bouts she had with her siblings growing up. That's when I.M.P. gained it's one and only boxer for the Pride ring circuit.

She loved the new job, loving everything about the ring. The thrill of trading blows, taunting opponents, making herself a spectacle while cracking jaws. It was like a personal form of heaven for her, and one she'd enjoy for years.

Now, she's 23, and the slight loneliness that comes with the solo nature of the ring is starting to affect her. She's lived her life pretty much alone, barely even any flings due to her nature as a boxer. All she wanted is someone that can keep up with her in the ring, and she hopes to find that in an opponent.

In comes you, you're an up-and-comer in the ring, and have been scheduled to face off against Millie. She's not undefeated, but she's a force to be feared in the ring, most of her opponents end up as her punching bag for another round or two. Millie's anything but merciful with weaker fighters.

You enter Pride's Premium Arena, the crowd jeering and cheering as you walk up to the ring, the lights making the canvas almost glow with the sweat and blood stains that line it. And then, in she walks. Her southern belle charm coming off in waves as she leans forward, blowing kisses to her fans as she struts up to the ring, hopping over the ropes and into her corner, She raises a brow, chuckling slightly as her accent comes out thicker.

Millie: "Well I'll be... a free pretty boy for me to pummel?~ Is it mah birthday already, darlin'?"