Post by sever on Sept 11, 2010 15:56:52 GMT -5
Name: Sever
Nickname(s): Sev, Sevvie (RARELY used IC but frequent referral term for OOC)
Age: 6 months
Gender: Female
Species: Wolverine
Appearance: Sever is actually melanistic, meaning that she is darker than most of her kind. Rather than being brown and tan, she is black and maroon. Smaller and dantier than her male counterparts, she isn't nearly as muscular as the guys but much faster because there's less weight to haul around. Long claws can be sheathed and unsheathed from bear-like paws, and a bone-crunching jaw houses the sharp teeth of a huntress. Clever blue eyes - that much she has retained from being a human - are keen and far more sensitive to movement. Round ears can pick up sounds she never knew there were.
Personality: As a human (Ara Peterson), Sever was in a biker gang with mostly guys. She is tomboyish, stubborn, and won't take any crap. She's got a foul temper with language to match, so it's best to stay away from her on a bad day. Oddly enough, she is afraid of lightning and rainstorms (will be explained later). This is a crippling phobia that sends her running for cover when rain begins to fall, to the safety of her den, or if necessary, someone else's den. It's hard for her to make friends, but whatever friends she makes will undoubtedly be her friends for all eternity.
History:
"You ever ridden in a thunderstorm, Rookie?" A big, burly man with a red beard yelled over the commotion of revving motorcycles. A flash of lightning followed by a rumble of thunder cracked in the distant woodland.
"This'll be a first," Ara replied, strapping on her helmet and zipping up her leathers. The thunder rolled again, this time much closer.
"Make sure yer visor's down, Rookie, 'cause that rain'll be peltin' yuh like rocks!" the man laughed in his southern drawl, mounting his Harley Davidson motorcycle and fastening his helmet. He pushed the kickstand back and drove into the street, followed by two others while Ara brought up the rear.
The brown-haired, blue eyed woman, only about 23, had just gotten a new ride. A black-with-green-fire Harley Davidson rumbled peasantly as she drove after her friends, looking through the tinted visor at the S-shaped insignia on their leathers. The five of them soon made their way to the highway, and by now the rain was hard and the thunder was loud. They were driving to a local gangs meeting at a pub that was a half hour's ride from their starting point; the burly man's house.
As they made it to the exit, the rain rolled down like a river. This didn't stop the bikers. The front three passed closer to the left, but Ara was passing a little further to the right...
A fallen log was hidden under the fast-flowing water, and Ara hit it, sending her bike onto its side with a metallic grinding. She didn't have time to scream before her bike hit the two in front and finally the burly man's bike, a metal and man pileup that leaked blood and gasoline.
One of the other men, a black-haired and green eyed fellow about Ara's age, staggered to his feet and helped up another survivor.
"GUYS!" He shrieked, hoping for the burly man to get up. He groaned and rolled to his feet, his arm bone sticking out of the flesh and his ribs looking concave. "Jesus, Peter, you're lucky to be alive."
But Peter wasn't worrie about himself. He saw Ara's helmet in the soaked grass and panicked. "ARA!" he yelped, knealing to push several bikes aside. What he found was the limp body of the Rookie, blood flowing from her head where it had been crushed under the motorcycles.
Nickname(s): Sev, Sevvie (RARELY used IC but frequent referral term for OOC)
Age: 6 months
Gender: Female
Species: Wolverine
Appearance: Sever is actually melanistic, meaning that she is darker than most of her kind. Rather than being brown and tan, she is black and maroon. Smaller and dantier than her male counterparts, she isn't nearly as muscular as the guys but much faster because there's less weight to haul around. Long claws can be sheathed and unsheathed from bear-like paws, and a bone-crunching jaw houses the sharp teeth of a huntress. Clever blue eyes - that much she has retained from being a human - are keen and far more sensitive to movement. Round ears can pick up sounds she never knew there were.
Personality: As a human (Ara Peterson), Sever was in a biker gang with mostly guys. She is tomboyish, stubborn, and won't take any crap. She's got a foul temper with language to match, so it's best to stay away from her on a bad day. Oddly enough, she is afraid of lightning and rainstorms (will be explained later). This is a crippling phobia that sends her running for cover when rain begins to fall, to the safety of her den, or if necessary, someone else's den. It's hard for her to make friends, but whatever friends she makes will undoubtedly be her friends for all eternity.
History:
"You ever ridden in a thunderstorm, Rookie?" A big, burly man with a red beard yelled over the commotion of revving motorcycles. A flash of lightning followed by a rumble of thunder cracked in the distant woodland.
"This'll be a first," Ara replied, strapping on her helmet and zipping up her leathers. The thunder rolled again, this time much closer.
"Make sure yer visor's down, Rookie, 'cause that rain'll be peltin' yuh like rocks!" the man laughed in his southern drawl, mounting his Harley Davidson motorcycle and fastening his helmet. He pushed the kickstand back and drove into the street, followed by two others while Ara brought up the rear.
The brown-haired, blue eyed woman, only about 23, had just gotten a new ride. A black-with-green-fire Harley Davidson rumbled peasantly as she drove after her friends, looking through the tinted visor at the S-shaped insignia on their leathers. The five of them soon made their way to the highway, and by now the rain was hard and the thunder was loud. They were driving to a local gangs meeting at a pub that was a half hour's ride from their starting point; the burly man's house.
As they made it to the exit, the rain rolled down like a river. This didn't stop the bikers. The front three passed closer to the left, but Ara was passing a little further to the right...
A fallen log was hidden under the fast-flowing water, and Ara hit it, sending her bike onto its side with a metallic grinding. She didn't have time to scream before her bike hit the two in front and finally the burly man's bike, a metal and man pileup that leaked blood and gasoline.
One of the other men, a black-haired and green eyed fellow about Ara's age, staggered to his feet and helped up another survivor.
"GUYS!" He shrieked, hoping for the burly man to get up. He groaned and rolled to his feet, his arm bone sticking out of the flesh and his ribs looking concave. "Jesus, Peter, you're lucky to be alive."
But Peter wasn't worrie about himself. He saw Ara's helmet in the soaked grass and panicked. "ARA!" he yelped, knealing to push several bikes aside. What he found was the limp body of the Rookie, blood flowing from her head where it had been crushed under the motorcycles.
