Sumatra had always known that they were different than most people. Actually, they were different than anyone who they had ever come across before. Because how many people do you see have the souls of two different people trapped in one body? It was rather odd, yes, but they had gotten used to it as they got older. Now, they were well aware that there were two of them. And they could always feel the presence of the other in the back of their mind at all times.

The only downside to their little "condition", was that they couldn't control when the transition between the male and female genders would take place. One minute they could have a nice set of perky breasts and gorgeous curves only to end up with a firm, toned chest and a second head not even a minute later. There was no warning but, it did  also depend on their current mood and/or the situation that they were in.
The female side of Sumatra was loud, slightly obnoxious and all kinds of firey, hence the hair. She enjoyed anything from drinking sake to poking fun at others just for the hell of it. She meant well but she couldn't stop herself from going overboard sometimes. 
Meanwhile, the male side of them was very laid back and rather quiet. He would never turn down a good conversation,though and to most that knew him, he was just a big ole' teddy bear. Always one to enjoy a nice hot cup of tea while lounging around just about anywhere.

The one thing that Sumatra could control was their ability to turn into a large and fearsome white tiger. The gender of the tiger was always that of the gender they were when they had transformed. In this form, they stood taller than most men and wouldn't hesitate to rip off a limb or three when someone thought it would be funny to try and threatened them. 

W.I.P.