Post by TETRIS on Jul 1, 2010 0:01:36 GMT -5
HUNTER LEAVE
DEMOGRAPHIC
Name: Hunter Leave
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Shift: Siberian tiger
Nationality: Unknown
Sexuality: Presumably straight; unknown
Religion: Irrelevant
Politics: Irrelevant
Occupation: Irrelevant
Residence: Verge Apartments
AESTHETIC
Appearance: By all appearances, her physical form is flawless. From head to toe, her long, compact frame is draped in unmarked, tanned skin, appearing as though she were dipped in liquid copper. Leave is well-proportioned if a little lithe, toned with hints of muscle that shift under the skin with every movement. Her face is elegant: sharp where it needs to be, curving softly down to her neck where long, straight chocolate-brown hair obscures her features. She has complete heterochromia, one hue a vibrant gold, the other deep violet, both visionaries tipped with black fan-like curves at the edges. Plush lips hide ivory fangs, which often come into view along with an unnervingly playful childish grin.
Attire: Leave does not like wearing clothing. Forced to maintain some decency since she moved into Verge Apartments, the tigress wears an open jacket cut off at the midriff, bearing a thick fur collar. Her legs are mostly free and she wears no shoes, though concedes to small shorts that ride too low.
Headshot:
PSYCHOLOGICAL
Personality: Very much like a child, though cleverer by far, Leave has instincts that very few humans would be able to fathom at all. Perhaps not "smart" in the strategic sense, she does however retain the empathy of nature, laden with the sort of bestial intuition and skills a lot of animals are born with. Her mind, her general way of thinking, is obscure and almost completely inhuman. She lives for the here and now, staying strictly in the present. Abstract concepts like the past, the future, and death, have no place within her thoughts.
She is particularly curious and attaches herself to things especially quickly, as though she knew them all her life. She is quite straightforward, never bothering to hide the wild beast lurking in her mind, under her skin. It is hard to determine if anything is filtered by her common sense before she flamboyantly takes to acting on it. Leave forms opinions almost instantly, not based on any rational or logical judgement save her sixth sense of sorts.
Often, she tends to favour certain people, shunning all else. Nonetheless, she is far from tame and will never truly be controlled by anyone or anything. It is easiest not to ever think of her as a person, more an intelligent beast, a precarious animal whimsically carrying out an unstable favour.
Every now and then, she goes through an emotional flare. Mostly induced by rage, discomfort or a large amount of pain, Leave is inconsolable in these situations. She becomes unable to recognize people, even the few she likes, and wants only to destroy everything around her.
Likes: fuzzy things, warmth, raw meats, hunting, playing games, fun people, shifting, being a tigress, acting like a tigress
Dislikes: bad/strong smells, the cold, shoes, being bored, having to sit still, acting 'human', salt water
Hobbies: "hunting" in the city, playing games
SOCIETAL
HISTORY
Parental/Early: Little, if anything, is known about Leave's parentage. Suffice to say, she grew up on the streets of the busy urban city, hiding in alleyways, catching (and eating rats), and singing with the wild cats at night.
Childhood: She has always known about her shape-shifting abilities. And seeing as a tiger cub is roughly the size of a large alley queen, Leave spent many happy years prowling about on all fours, even basking on park benches as humans who approached marvelled at her beautiful tiger-striped coat, thinking her no more than a gorgeous cat.
In fact, she could probably have lived like that if it were not for Ira. They developed an odd dynamic on sight. The tall, dark-haired, emaciated man smelled *wrong*. Leave, for the first time in her life, did not approach the stranger with mischievous sang-froid. She watched them for a while, he and his companion Abn-Saud. The spoilt Saudi prince knew her for what she was at first sight, and designed to catch her.
The short tussle ended with Abn-Saud deterred, permanently, three thick scars running from behind his ear down his chest. Ira was intrigued as the tigress became a small crouched girl with mis-matched eyes, watching him with all the fierce wary power of the jungle coursing through her.
Adolescence: Ira spent two years with Leave, waiting for Abn-Saud to return from his uncle's funeral (assassination of the Saudi king), during which time he had Leave became inseparable. She satisfied his intellectual curiosities, and he was unlike the dull, noisy, lumbering humans she'd known so far. When he left, he promised his "Hunter" that he would see her again some day.
Adulthood: Leave, though by no means interested in humanity as a whole, found other interesting humans after deciding to give their kind a chance. One that she is particularly fond of is a shark shifter by the name of Schuyler. She travelled with him for a while, amused by the daily "games" whereupon she would find ponds, pools, lakes, rivers, and dip him in them to keep his skin moist. Schuyler stayed at Verge Apartments for a short while and then left, bored with his sedentary lifestyle and desiring a seaman's vocation.
Current: Not sharing his love for salt waters, Leave decided to stay behind in Verge and meet all the other shifters she's never really associated with.
RELATIONSHIPS
Family:
* none
Acquaintances:
* Ira (best friend / pact mate) - racist, misogynist, crude bigot of a mosquito shifter. Afflicted with Marfan's Syndrome, Ira was always rather sickly, too tall, with unnatural fingers and toes, and a heart condition. He is bitterly resentful, and takes his problems out on others in nasty bursts of anger. Due to his own health problems, propensity for diseases, and his mosquito characteristics, Ira is a living viral vector. He won't die of whatever he's got, but he can kill you with a virus, without ever touching you. He gave Leave her name Hunter, and only he's allowed to call her Hunter without being ripped apart.
* Schuyler (friend) - irritable and taciturn, Schuyler is a shark shift who hates his shifting ability, as it leaves his skin dry if he goes too long without re-moisturising. He wouldn't admit to being friends with Leave, insisting that he tolerated her because she fetched him water. He left the mainland for a seafaring lifestyle.
OTHER
Trivia:
* Without an official name, Leave is liable to answer to any moniker she is given. Like a feral cat, she understands when others request her attention; whether she chooses to give it or not, is another matter entirely. "Leave" is the word she hears most often, when others address her. "Shoo", "scram", "bugger off" being less polite versions of the same sentiment. "Hunter" is the title that Ira gave her, which she treasures and uses as a first name, though she won't answer to Hunter if anyone calls her by that; only Ira.
* Perhaps because she shifts so frequently, and has spent so much time in her tigress body, Leave has rather heightened physical capabilities. Not only are her senses more acute, she is faster, stronger, and more flexible than most humans, even most shifters. Her nails are left long and unclipped as her "claws" and "talons".
In medias res: A younger Leave scrounging for food during winter months when rats are all hibernating.
DEMOGRAPHIC
Name: Hunter Leave
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Shift: Siberian tiger
Nationality: Unknown
Sexuality: Presumably straight; unknown
Religion: Irrelevant
Politics: Irrelevant
Occupation: Irrelevant
Residence: Verge Apartments
AESTHETIC
Appearance: By all appearances, her physical form is flawless. From head to toe, her long, compact frame is draped in unmarked, tanned skin, appearing as though she were dipped in liquid copper. Leave is well-proportioned if a little lithe, toned with hints of muscle that shift under the skin with every movement. Her face is elegant: sharp where it needs to be, curving softly down to her neck where long, straight chocolate-brown hair obscures her features. She has complete heterochromia, one hue a vibrant gold, the other deep violet, both visionaries tipped with black fan-like curves at the edges. Plush lips hide ivory fangs, which often come into view along with an unnervingly playful childish grin.
Attire: Leave does not like wearing clothing. Forced to maintain some decency since she moved into Verge Apartments, the tigress wears an open jacket cut off at the midriff, bearing a thick fur collar. Her legs are mostly free and she wears no shoes, though concedes to small shorts that ride too low.
Headshot:
PSYCHOLOGICAL
Personality: Very much like a child, though cleverer by far, Leave has instincts that very few humans would be able to fathom at all. Perhaps not "smart" in the strategic sense, she does however retain the empathy of nature, laden with the sort of bestial intuition and skills a lot of animals are born with. Her mind, her general way of thinking, is obscure and almost completely inhuman. She lives for the here and now, staying strictly in the present. Abstract concepts like the past, the future, and death, have no place within her thoughts.
She is particularly curious and attaches herself to things especially quickly, as though she knew them all her life. She is quite straightforward, never bothering to hide the wild beast lurking in her mind, under her skin. It is hard to determine if anything is filtered by her common sense before she flamboyantly takes to acting on it. Leave forms opinions almost instantly, not based on any rational or logical judgement save her sixth sense of sorts.
Often, she tends to favour certain people, shunning all else. Nonetheless, she is far from tame and will never truly be controlled by anyone or anything. It is easiest not to ever think of her as a person, more an intelligent beast, a precarious animal whimsically carrying out an unstable favour.
Every now and then, she goes through an emotional flare. Mostly induced by rage, discomfort or a large amount of pain, Leave is inconsolable in these situations. She becomes unable to recognize people, even the few she likes, and wants only to destroy everything around her.
Likes: fuzzy things, warmth, raw meats, hunting, playing games, fun people, shifting, being a tigress, acting like a tigress
Dislikes: bad/strong smells, the cold, shoes, being bored, having to sit still, acting 'human', salt water
Hobbies: "hunting" in the city, playing games
SOCIETAL
HISTORY
Parental/Early: Little, if anything, is known about Leave's parentage. Suffice to say, she grew up on the streets of the busy urban city, hiding in alleyways, catching (and eating rats), and singing with the wild cats at night.
Childhood: She has always known about her shape-shifting abilities. And seeing as a tiger cub is roughly the size of a large alley queen, Leave spent many happy years prowling about on all fours, even basking on park benches as humans who approached marvelled at her beautiful tiger-striped coat, thinking her no more than a gorgeous cat.
In fact, she could probably have lived like that if it were not for Ira. They developed an odd dynamic on sight. The tall, dark-haired, emaciated man smelled *wrong*. Leave, for the first time in her life, did not approach the stranger with mischievous sang-froid. She watched them for a while, he and his companion Abn-Saud. The spoilt Saudi prince knew her for what she was at first sight, and designed to catch her.
The short tussle ended with Abn-Saud deterred, permanently, three thick scars running from behind his ear down his chest. Ira was intrigued as the tigress became a small crouched girl with mis-matched eyes, watching him with all the fierce wary power of the jungle coursing through her.
Adolescence: Ira spent two years with Leave, waiting for Abn-Saud to return from his uncle's funeral (assassination of the Saudi king), during which time he had Leave became inseparable. She satisfied his intellectual curiosities, and he was unlike the dull, noisy, lumbering humans she'd known so far. When he left, he promised his "Hunter" that he would see her again some day.
Adulthood: Leave, though by no means interested in humanity as a whole, found other interesting humans after deciding to give their kind a chance. One that she is particularly fond of is a shark shifter by the name of Schuyler. She travelled with him for a while, amused by the daily "games" whereupon she would find ponds, pools, lakes, rivers, and dip him in them to keep his skin moist. Schuyler stayed at Verge Apartments for a short while and then left, bored with his sedentary lifestyle and desiring a seaman's vocation.
Current: Not sharing his love for salt waters, Leave decided to stay behind in Verge and meet all the other shifters she's never really associated with.
RELATIONSHIPS
Family:
* none
Acquaintances:
* Ira (best friend / pact mate) - racist, misogynist, crude bigot of a mosquito shifter. Afflicted with Marfan's Syndrome, Ira was always rather sickly, too tall, with unnatural fingers and toes, and a heart condition. He is bitterly resentful, and takes his problems out on others in nasty bursts of anger. Due to his own health problems, propensity for diseases, and his mosquito characteristics, Ira is a living viral vector. He won't die of whatever he's got, but he can kill you with a virus, without ever touching you. He gave Leave her name Hunter, and only he's allowed to call her Hunter without being ripped apart.
* Schuyler (friend) - irritable and taciturn, Schuyler is a shark shift who hates his shifting ability, as it leaves his skin dry if he goes too long without re-moisturising. He wouldn't admit to being friends with Leave, insisting that he tolerated her because she fetched him water. He left the mainland for a seafaring lifestyle.
OTHER
Trivia:
* Without an official name, Leave is liable to answer to any moniker she is given. Like a feral cat, she understands when others request her attention; whether she chooses to give it or not, is another matter entirely. "Leave" is the word she hears most often, when others address her. "Shoo", "scram", "bugger off" being less polite versions of the same sentiment. "Hunter" is the title that Ira gave her, which she treasures and uses as a first name, though she won't answer to Hunter if anyone calls her by that; only Ira.
* Perhaps because she shifts so frequently, and has spent so much time in her tigress body, Leave has rather heightened physical capabilities. Not only are her senses more acute, she is faster, stronger, and more flexible than most humans, even most shifters. Her nails are left long and unclipped as her "claws" and "talons".
In medias res: A younger Leave scrounging for food during winter months when rats are all hibernating.
She crouched low, long locks of hair trailing down each side of her face, almost tickling the floor, as she lent forward slightly. Her crouched position changed little as she moved, keeping low as she slipped under the shop window, pausing as the door. Leave crouched next to it, waiting patiently for someone to enter or leave.
She cast her violet eye toward the window. Half of the wares inside were obscured by the screen of light, bouncing off the seemingly un-scarred surface. The fleshy glitters of meat caused her pupils to retract and sharpen automatically.
Her amber eye glittered fiendishly at whoever caught it’s gaze, daring them to come closer. A thick large plume of fur curled round her shoulders, clipped together in the centre to hide her bare chest from view. The plume curled round her bare hourglass shaped waist a single time before straddling her hip securely, a short tail dangling down. A fair bit of her flat well toned stomach was in view, until the rim of her shorts came into view, if they could be called even that, they barely came 10 centimetres down her thigh before stopping, the lusciously dark denim fabric was curled backward at the end, with a buckle that couldn’t be undone.
Her long flowing legs were bare until her knee, where thick striped furs that been wrapped, dirtied at the ends, where they stopped at her ankles Though the majority of the pelt remained relatively clean the blackened ends drooped sorrowfully, her black stained bare feet, were oddly scar-less and curiously neat, long sharp nails adorning each toe, like they did her hands, but possibly not quite as deadly. Her finger tips and nails were also stained black, but look to have been permanently, the black was incredibly dark and where it’s uneven ends began to finish, it splattered the rest of her fingers with ink-like marks.
She came to a high perch as a man approved the door, scurrying quickly to the other side she grinned at him, still low. Her long luscious dark chocolate brown hair fading to a dark black at the edges, spilled over her shoulders.
She slipped in after him, letting the far edge of the doorway scrape coldly across her back as she slipped in with him, wincing at the scent of cologne coming from his dark suit.
She lifted the side of her hand to her nose in momentary weakness, pivoting on the ball of a foot she spun toward the best hiding place, diving for one closer to the counter, she skidded under a couple of oddly set out tables. She grinned, large fangs glittering out at the people who couldn’t see them. Dipping her head low, rising slightly, shifting her form so she didn’t bang it on the table on her way out she paused, one knee pressed into the floor, the other bent into the air, her foot poised and ready to push her forward.
Her eyes watched the counter as people were being served. Men in bloody garbs rushing back and fourth, in and out of two ominous steel doors, with to perfect square windows near the top.
He was gone.
Tere was no one there, forgetting tact and her hunting game altogether, she stood up, throwing the table back as she lunged onto the counter, landing crouched on it, she reached a hand over the sneeze guard and plucked up a large thick slab of thick, dark moist meat. The scent from this part of the shop made her hesitate a moment longer, relishing in the mixed odour of blood and the flesh itself.
A clever embedded itself into the counter, close to her elbow, she flinched at the noise, whirling her mix matched orbs upon the man who dared challenge her and her acquired ‘prey’. She let loose a thick growl, all the waiting customers had moved to the far side of the shop or had left in confusion or panic, two of the most infectious emotions; this brought quite a crowd to the window...
She jumped back slightly as he repeated the movement, she didn’t understand why he had no intention of hitting her, keeping a tight hold of the meat, she stood her ground and rose to a half stance, standing on the counter her.
More men burst through at the barks of the first, all failing objects around, shiny objects, coldly pointed, drew her hair to stand on end. She grinned and lunged into the man closest to her extending the jet black nails on her fingers she drew them to his throat, swiping them back across his face, a thick deep four claw mark was gashed open across his cheek, his eye and the ridge of his nose.
Leave laughed fiercely; she savoured this particular scent more then the rest, baring her fangs at him she flipped the slab of meat into her mouth and jumped off him, charged at by the other men she threw herself through the door and crowd running across the street, crouching at the side of a building with a slight pause, she jumped up, gripping the side of the roof with her hands, she pulled herself up, running over it and then down, to disappear into the crowd of the next street, the slab still in her mouth.
She settled on a large crate to eat, the dark mouth of an alleyway behind her, the street laid out in front. She didn’t appear to care much for her lack of subtleness any-more, beginning to tear into the meat, eyes following the people who walked past, pretending they didn’t notice her.
The tough steak was proving much harder to conquer than looked at first. She growled in frustration, sinking her teeth into the flesh again, only to be met by that same layer of muscle she just couldn’t get passed, Pulling it back with her fingers, still holding onto it with her teeth, she tugged, closing her eyes and growling at the stress put upon her neck. Leave she lifted a leg and propped her foot against a nearby crate for leverage.
Using all three of those limbs she tugged again, pausing to look blankly at a large fat orange tomcat as it stood in front of her crate. Leave stayed quite still for a long moment, one of her knees close to her face, her leg half-outstretched with toes clenched. The tomcat mewled at her loudly and she let go of the meat completely, grumbling at the creature before launching off her crate at it, leaving the slab of meat to dangle, momentarily forgotten on the corner.
The furs on her legs bristled at she snarled at the retreating tom, pouting as she turned round. Eyeing that slab of meat once again, she pounced for it, clasping the side of the crate with a single hand. Leave manoeuvred her self mid-lunge, after grabbing it, back onto the center of the crate, crossing her legs over as she decided to tackle and conquer a weaker part of this piece of meat.
She let her body tip back slightly, still devouring the flesh of an animal she couldn’t say she’d ever seen whole and alive. But for now, she had decided that these steaks would be her natural prey, and that butchers, her hunting round. She rocked gently back and fourth, letting the slab dangle from her mouth, chewing falsely on a corner. Eventually she half-closed her eyes, looking at the steak through the dark fringe of her lashes, pretending to giveup.
In the hope that she could surprise it and pounce, leaving it defenceless and under her control...