Post by enkashi on Aug 2, 2008 11:40:54 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: Enkashi, or Vaya if you like.
Gender: Ummm... Purple!
Contact Information manapupchan (aim), jollybootofdoom@hotmail.com (email and msn)
Other Characters here? None (yet!)
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Character Information
Canon? Nope!
Character Name: Reverie Marie Fyr, Just "Boots" to most people. Boots is her mentor's name for her ( "What! It's cute!" )
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Species/Breed: Hybrid; 50% dragon, and 20-25% fox / red panda each, and a tiny part skink (as in the amphibian) Mother was a dragoness with some Skink-lizard in her, and father was equal parts fox and red panda.
Current Occupation: Prodigous Junkmaster! The junkmasters run junkyards, and very often make their living as repairmen, pawnbrokers, collectors, and in some cases gadgeteers and inventors. Boots is a prodigous journeywoman of the trade, showing great promise as an inventor, gadgeteer, and repairwoman. She almost worships skyboards, and specializes in them. Her current project is her own, custom skyboard system and design.
For police :3 : Common weapons she carries are gadgets she invented herself for other purposes; a gyrostabilizer (rings that fit and fasten around her tail, one at the base, one in the middle, and one at the tip, the assembly actually used for hard turning on a skyboard at high speeds, one of her dirty tricks, but it works by creating a gyroscopic field she shapes by moving the alignment of the bands with her tail. Used as a mace, its potential impact power is most impressive.), Electromagnetic gloves and boots (used normally for gripping metal surfaces, as a safety precaution in case she falls, has to catch herself, or really doesn't need to fall off her skyboard, but when used in self defense, think tazer + brass knuckles/steel toed shoes).
Frequent raids from people trying to rob the junkyards, attacks from the tenacious wild creatures that live there, the dangers of such an industrial area, the path she travels to get there and the road home again have carved her ass of marble. She learned to brawl from her mentor, Devon, and this was honed in live combat against a lot of things a lot nastier than a furre with a gun.
Personality: Reverie, Boots to most people, is a nerd. A St. Lucent nerd, which makes them a breed unto themselves, but a nerd just the same. She dropped out of school to work and help support her family, and works a dangerous job, lives lean from the hard times, and only recently, sickness born of the unusually cold weather claimed her parents and younger siblings. Tragic, right? She doesn't see her lot as such. Boots lives in another world entirely from the one of grit and suffering all around her day to day. Some say her grip on reality is a little flawed, that she's up the creek without a paddle, the lights are on but nobody is home... and you know, those people are probably right, too. Anyone who greets each frost-bitten morning in this ragnarok with the same impish, defiant-but-chipper grin must be off her rocker, mad from cold and hunger, but Rev simply sees the silver lining. In the junkyards, she finds treasures; broken skyboards, used batteries, discarded tools that just have minor flaws, and more! Her apartment may be cramped, but she has a roof over her head, right? Her parents and younger siblings died off, but they're in a better place now and no longer suffering, right? She's always hungry and dirty, but won't the next meal taste amazing, and the next hot shower be ecstacy? Who cares what anyone else thinks, they can go to hell and die. She'll be fine, and she knows it... and if not? Well, then it won't be her problem much longer. Her free time is dominated by her hobby, and that leaves little time for others.
Appearance: Boots is a mishmash, a hybrid in the truest sense. She has obvious draconic influences: small-ish wings spread from her back, twitchinig and flicking every once in a while, easily as emotive as her face. A pair of long, alabaster horns breaks her brow and sweeps backward. Hair (well, a mane) cascades down her shoulders and back, thickest atop her head and at her hips, soft and straight, allowed to run wild. Her mother's beauty shines through in her, giving her a kind of devilish allure that hardly seems to suit her, like a shirt of the wrong color and three sizes too big. She lacks her father's frail form, well filled out and hearty like her mother. Her father also shines through, though, in her form; Rev's hands are slender and graceful like her old man's, a craftsman's hands, and her body is covered in a thick orangish-gold coat much like her old man's. Her tail is draconic shaped, with a mane and thin, velvety fur, striped like a red panda's tail. Beneath the hips, she braids her mane tightly, mostly because it's really easy to get caught in doors and whatnot if its too free on her tail, and braids are easier to manage as long as they are redone every so often. Her mother's eyes are set within her father's 'mask', the draconic pupils elliptical shaped, giving her better nightvision, and rounded, longer ears, hybrid between a fennec and red panda's ears, give her keen hearing (or would, if she didn't have to suffer the constant clangs and bangs of a junkyard every day). She dresses modestly in green that is more often than not too big for her. She does have one particular piece of clothing that fits, though; a worn old welding mask, painted with green flowers. She'd probably be very pretty if she had decent clothing and could afford to take better care of her appearance, but it's doubtable she really cares anyhow; She has no money, time, or patience to spend on such a silly thing. Just the same, she seems healthy enough.
Background: Boots was born in this city, and by her reckoning, she'll die here as well. East Lucent has been her home... since as long as she can remember, growing up on the streets, picking trash and selling it to the junk yards for pittances.
Rev was homeschooled by her mother, and taught about God and the saints by her father, growing up in a family that had precious few strong opinions. All, though, were natured around forging brave, thoughtful people: Hurting people was wrong without the right reasons, treat others how you want to be treated, to be generous is to make a lot more than a paycheck. God loves us all, and more; these were the sorts of things her parents taught her, that would keep her safe in their cruel world, and keep her happy even when things turned bad.
Little Rev was the runt though, the kid sister amongst a family of boys (her mother the tomboy included, hah!), but she was never mistreated by her parents, got just as much attention as her siblings.
Just the same, she was the runt. She was flightless, when all her siblings could fly. In envy, she broke both arms and several ribs many, many times in trying to remedy that inequity. For her thirteenth birthday, she got her very first skyboard; a hand-me-down Hovercore; old, and barely functional at all, and the young Reverie's imagination took off. That board, rickety and constantly failing, changed her life, and not just because she got hurt on it almost once a week.
In a couple months, she was maintaining and tuning it up on her own with improvised tools like she were born to the trade, and her family had no idea what to think of it. Times were hard, though, and when she was sixteen, old enough to get working papers, Reverie had to drop out of school and get a job to help her family out, like all her other siblings.
This is about where the junkyard job came into her life. She perhaps got the best deal of her siblings, for Devon the trashmaster, as he was jokingly called in her community, was a good-hearted and decent, but perhaps a bit questionable man who took her as an apprentice to his trade partly because she was a brilliant kid who tried real hard, but mostly because... well, I won't spell it out, but his motivations were not 100% altruistic.
Just the same, he treated her like a princess, taught her everything he knew about machines and devices, and even a thing or two about... the legal system of St. Lucent in regards to age of consent.
She lived away from her family with her master as his apprentice, and sent her paychecks home since he fed, clothed, and housed her himself, so she missed the cold in the night and the diseases that would ravage in the winter. That year, her parents, and her two younger siblings as well, were taken from her by sickness. Her mother was poorly suited to the cold, and passed quietly one night with two siblings, whom were but babies and had no fortitude at all. Her father, though, suffered for a week before the end of the line.
Boots was closest with her old man, so this was the hardest part for her to accept, but Devon went to great lengths of care to keep her out of the gutter as she mourned. Time passed, as it must do, and soon, Boots was a woman of twenty one, and now a journeywoman junkmaster.
It was no longer proper for her to live with Devon as his apprentice; it would deny her experiences, and this was paramount at this stage of her development, so he had to give her up. The old wolf, near twice her age, had been something like a husband to the girl, watching over her with great care, so this was hard for him to accept... but he was also reasonable, and honored his devoted apprentice by helping her find housing, move, and get a ring of contacts for freelance work.
This is how Boots has lived the last year and a half, from job to job, gadget to gadget, living on the works of her hands to hone her skills. Combat is a daily thing for her; older junkyard owners need people to watch over the yards at night since they would only get hurt doing so. Creatures need putting down, robbers neat ass beatings, and things need moving. In exchange she gets a meal, a wage for her trouble, and she is allowed some junk, whatever she can stuff in a backpack or take away, as is the standard. As things get worse, though, and money gets tighter, she grows closer and closer to her lifestyle's borders. Deep down, she knows something will happen... has to happen... and soon.
Password? Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!
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