Post by enkashi on Dec 11, 2008 10:28:33 GMT -5
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Player Information
Handle: Vaya-chan! Enkashi is me.
Gender: Female
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Character Information
Canon? No
Character Name: Samantha Rhiannon Jezabelle
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Species/Breed: Ferret-fox (ferrox?) - Samantha is the result of a long-running eugenics program and extensive splicing and manipulation of living subjects' DNA to create a subrace capable of operating unaided and unmaintained beyond food and shelter on paralell with the higher-maintainance cybernetic standards of today's soldiers. What's all that mean? Sam is a test tube baby with freaky abilities, one of two owned and raised by a shady organization tied to the council. Sam was made in the Odyssia project, centered around creating stealth personelle that could operate for long, long periods of time unaided.
Current Occupation: Technically? She's an agent of the council, on the payroll as an outside contractor on the road commission, as an architect (thus her heafty wages). Truly? She's a ninja.
Personality: Samantha enjoys herself well enough day to day, enjoying the little things that make life grand for her - pretending to be a normal person by day (a gleeful masquerade for her) and existing only to learn whatever it is her mark doesn't want her to know by night. Its the little things that make it all worth it to her - the thrill of the hunt, seeing her neighbors naked and taking a stray picture or two when fancy takes her, the thrill of infiltration into often well-guarded faciluties, where the risk is like a drug to her, the wild joy of a success, and the personal pleasure at the praise she gets every time she succeeds, like an orgasm.
Being who she is and liking what she does, though, does leave her pleanty of room for... insanity. She doesn't know what to think every time she has to change, transform to defend herself. She's been absorbed into old legends, of werewolves and monsters, and is forced to look at herself and simply wonder... what is she? Is she a monster like the legends? She reads books on top of books about the myths of lycanthropy, and has taken to howling at the moon, and, to her secret shame, she has even fed upon a couple of her victims... and enjoyed it intensely, though she has done an expert job of hiding these awful deeds from her superiors.
The change, nothing more than her altered, amplified adrenal reaction, is drastic enough to make her wonder. It's frightening, but so seductive, a secret joy for her she holds clasped tight to her psyche, in the back of her mind. Otherwise, she's normal-seeming, with little quirks that make her seem... uncanny, if one were to know where she came from.
Appearance: Samantha appears like something of a cross between a ferret and a vixen, with a slender, flexible body that stands just about five feet tall at a slouch, almost six when she throws her shoulders back and stands up straight. She's gorgeous - drop dead beautiful, with shoulder length bluish violet hair, a fair vulpine face, and a coat of silky, thick purplish-blue grey fur with a silver belly and darker forearms and shins. Curling and swaying behind her is a vulpine tail with ferrety stripes and markings, mostly grey-silver in color, with motes and splashes of blue, violet-purple, and a bit of straight purple near the tip all down its length.
She dresses in a cross between female and male styles, wearing well-fitting shirts and flare-cuffed pants, all under a comfortable, warm blue trenchcoat that fits her slinky shape and clings just right to her body. Almost constantly, there is an imp-like grin on her face, and perked ears parting her hair, a cute, puppy-playing-with-a-butterfly handbag draped across her shoulder and hanging at her hip. She is completely unarmed, though her coat is actually made of keflar, with ceramic plates laced into the fabric strategically.
She does have a second 'Form' however... See, the modifications to her genome, the alterations that the program gave her, are normally sedentary, invisible on the lovely Sam, triggered into activation by the fight-or-flight reaction of the adrenal glands when they are in full bore effect (which is under her control, with her extensive training). When active, she undergoes a horrific transformation.
The end result, the entire sequence taking but a couple seconds, is dramatic. In this altered, active state, she stands at her full height of six feet tall from toes to nose, her muscles tensed and far leaner for tensile strength than she could manage before, buldging outward. Her hide thickens and toughens up, and her coat fluffs out some (a modification to make bulletwounds less severe) leaving her looking (but not truly being) nearly twice as big as before. Her limbs tense, the bulging of muscle causing them to appear longer, more gaunt and clawlike.
Her ears have grown somewhat, her eyes have dialated, her senses have amplified. While unable to wield a gun, her now gaunt and wiry hands now have razor-sharp claws, and her legs enough speed and agility to use them. Her mouth is a maw of daggers, her eyes flooded with bloodlust and... carnal joy, pure and unbridled. This form was engineered purely to fight on even terms with gun-toting cyborgs.
Background:
Interview for selective program release
Subject: Odyssia 0212, "Sam"
Gender: Female
Date for intended release: Classified
Recording type: Audio only
Commencing...
"How are you today, Sam?" [Head Engineer]
"Just fine, thanks!" [Sam]
[the sound of a folder being set on a metal table. and some shuffling]
"Thick folder..." [Sam, quietly]
"This is a file of your progress thus far, and on the program that created you, Sam. Some of it you have seen, some you haven't, some of it... barely makes sense to me, and those are the parts you haven't seen. Want a look before we begin?" [Head Engineer]
"No, thank you. I think I get it by now" [Sam, Quietly]
"Alright. I'm led to believe you've already figured out what this interview is about?" [Head Engineer]
"Yes." [Sam]
"Want to tell me how you figured it out?" [H.E.]
"Sit down!" [Sam's Handler]
"Its alright, let her walk around a bit if it helps" [H.E.]
"Well... Hey, thanks!" [Sam]
"You're welcome, please continue" [H.E]
"Its gotten harder lately, but I've been using the vents for a while. Heard it from your mouth myself." [Sam, amused]
"What? Gave me training and expected me not to use it?" [Sam, amused]
"Come on, who the heck would I tell anyhow? The thug that holds my leash? Probably just stare at me blankly, like you are. Hey, wake up!" [Sam, annoyed]
"Okay, she can sit now." [H.E.]
"Aww..." [Sam]
[Shuffling]
[Sam sighs]
"What is your earliest memory, Sam?" [H.E.]
"Waiting to meet Mary. Leash-U-Lor over there [Sam's Handler laughs] just got done strapping me to my bed." [Sam]
"Who is Mary, Sam?" [H.E.]
"She was my playmate when I was younger, now she's your assistant. I see Mary now and then - she comes to see me sometimes on her days off, every third week or so. She is also the one who gives me my shots most of the time." [Sam]
"That's right, Sam. Handler, has there ever been a problem with Sam and Mary?" [H.E.]
"No, ma'am, not once." [Sam's Handler]
"Well, Sam. What do YOU think about this hearing? About being worked into life outside?" [H.E.]
[Sam laughs quietly]
"I can hardly wait, I'm sick of the Shoebox, Leash-U-Lor, and eating runny snot on friday nights." [Sam]
"You mean the protein supplements?" [H.E., amused]
"Yup!" [Sam, laughing]
"Handler, how long have you worked with Sam?" [H.E.]
"Six years." [Handler]
"Do you think this would be a good idea, letting Sam out into the general public?" [H.E.]
"Yes, with proper precautions." [Handler]
[The recordings go on and on]
Password? Sacrament
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