Caz is. Very specific when it comes to clothes. It's borderline compulsive but she will only really wear those four colours and makes things a pain when you try and introduce anything else. At a push I can get her into blue or purple but it's a struggle. Here are some ideas for stuff to put her in at a later date in the campaign when she's able to afford/store/carry more than she can.

Most of the time she only wears shorts or trousers. Skirts are worn on fancy or formal occasions only if needs to wear them because with skirts and dresses there's that minor loss of control that she's too proud to give up most of the time. She won't have a boob window (even if it's flattering on her) because there's a brand in the middle of her chest that she doesn't want people to see casually; it has matching brands between her shoulderblades and on the back of each hand which is why they are all covered up. The gang tattoos she's collected aren't really a bother unless she's going somewhere they're not needed, at which point she just won't expose skin until behind closed doors.

While she cares about her appearance it's largely for function. She MUST look good enough to be impressive but not so stunning that she'd be instantly memorable. Though she might seem very selfish at first Caz actually does little to benefit herself directly. Her looks and her body are a tool to be used for gathering both information and money to push herself towards her goal. She doesn't crave affection or romantic love and that may be because of the problems in her youth or that her brain just... works that way. Trust is all she needs.

All in all Caz is a broken, pretty thing but she is fine with that. She doesn't need to be whole to accomplish what she wants to; all she needs is the strength to not let herself down and to keep fighting. This will probably break her and she has yet to realise this. Perhaps the ragtag group of endearing strangers will save her from herself.

Anyway sorry for no story blurbs or anything, I'm not feeling up to it. I might slow down or take a break from drawing for a bit after a promised sketch for a friend because I've had a sudden streak of anxiety that's just nailed me in the brain. Yay for years of emotional abuse and autism.