Krepta Eve Walker
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Krepta Eve Walker
World Walker ♦ Warrior ♦ Child of the Dragon
♦ Kitchen Sink World/Any Setting ♦ AUs Available ♦
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She/Her - Gender Fluid - Demi/Pan - 33 Years
Myers Briggs INFJ-T - Taurus - Born May, 5th, 1989 - Harper CT/Wick NJ
In Depth Character Sheet Here - You're on the Short Version
♢ Courageous
♢ Compassionate
♢ Just
♢ Insightful
♢ Selfless
♢ Loyal
♢ Intelligent
♢ Determined
♢ Adaptable
♢ Open Minded☉ Witty
☉ Forthright
☉ Instinctive
☉ Emotional
☉ Outspoken
☉ Independent
☉ Contemplative
☉ Free Spirited♦ Mercurial
♦ Moody
♦ Intense
♦ Hot-Blooded
♦ Rowdy
♦ Rebellious
♦ Restless
♦ Nosy
♦ Blunt
♦ Closed Off
Appearance
Human
Green Eyes - Somewhat Mediterranean Complexion - Chest Length Brown Hair - 5'9", Around 160lbs - Wiry Build
Draconic
Green to Green-Gold Eyes - Vibrant Red Scales - Bat-like Wings - Two Long Horns (One Broken), Two Short - 7' 9", Around 2,300lbs - Muscular Build
☉ Character in Depth
Human Appearance
Krepta is a woman who looks like she’s been through a lot. The scars that litter her skin map a life of violence, and there’s a watchful sort of way that she scans the horizon that makes one wonder just what she might be looking for. But Krepta is also a woman with an easy smile and a wicked twinkle in those green eyes that tends to be contagious. There's a steadfast sort of warmth around her that gives the impression that whatever sort of trouble might be coming over the horizon, she won’t let anyone face it alone.
Build wise, Krepta is tall and very wiry. Even in good times where she's had plenty of resources available, there’s never a lot of fat on her. She’s too restless to ever stop moving enough to build any sort of padding, and her heightened metabolism keeps the rest off. Both of Krepta's eyes are green, though the right eye is a few shades lighter than the left, and is marked with a scar that stops beneath her eye and picks up again at the start of her jawline.
She has an angular face, a roman nose, and a skin color that suggests some distant Mediterranean heritage. Her eyes are large and almond shaped, and seem to carry a quality that almost makes them seem uncanny and not quite human, just the same as her eyes within the dragon’s face are always just a little too human. There is a silvery patch of skin between her eyes that resembles a star, or a rough sort of diamond.
Krepta likes to wear her hair down, and it's often fairly messy. Twigs and leaves are not infrequent visitors. Her hair is straight and long, and a chestnut brown sort of color. Likewise, Krepta tends to wear her clothing as casually as she does her hair, and she often goes for styles that are comfortable or utilitarian, and colors that make her blend into natural features.
Draconic Appearance
Krepta’s dragon form has four powerful legs, and two leathery, bat-like wings. It’s notably more muscular than Krepta’s human form, particularly in the chest and neck areas. Overall it has a stocky, solid sort of shape, including a broad muzzle full of very sharp teeth and a thick, rudder-like tail.
Despite the dragon’s intimidating build, Krepta has learned to be very gentle in this shape after long years of trial and error. She has four, finger-like claws and a thumb on her front feet, and three and a hind toe on her back feet, and she is capable of picking up and manipulating objects with each– though it's abundantly easier for her to work with her hands than her feet.
The dragon's scales are a deep, rich red, with its wings only a slightly lighter color. Krepta possesses three sets of bone colored horns that grow backwards from the back of her head, with the main pair being the largest and heaviest. The second largest are situated at the bottom of her jawline, and the smallest are a pair of nub-like horns that jut out from the crest of her cheekbones. The largest set of horns are scratched and scuffed in many places, and the right one of that pair has a sizable chunk taken off of the end.
Krepta’s silver star-marking remains in this form, as does the color of her eyes.
Brief History
*Krepta is one of my oldest characters, so she has a lot of detail and history, a lot of which occurred and continues to occur via roleplay, so I'm not going to try and write it all out here. If you would like to know more about any details, feel free to ask!
Krepta’s parents hid their secrets from their daughter in order to protect her. She grew up in a world where strangeness was not unknown– people in colorful and theatric costumes patrolled the streets and skies of distant cities, and occasionally even stranger beings would surface and vanish again, just as evasive as they were mysterious– but it was always far away and safe. It was always something you saw on TV.
When her parents died, Krepta found herself falling into a world of magic and danger, capes and cowls, and no shortage of political intrigue. Those who had been charged with her care did their best to shield her, but could not prevent the tangled ties of fate from taking their piece, nor could they know the eldritch machinations that far distant and powerful beings had already set into motion.
Krepta's younger years were filled with pain and desperation, broken by brief moments of community and love. They made her feral and strange, a strangeness and wildness that she still carries today, though it is now one tempered by experience and a steadiness of heart. Krepta is determined to dictate her own fate, no longer content to be the pawn in someone else’s game, though the dark roots of her family's history may feed on far more alien soil than she could ever know...
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Skills & Abilities♢ Survival/Self Sufficiency Skills
♢ Field Medicine
♢ Skills with bola, knife, spears
♢ Tenacious Fighter, though not trained
♢ Patchwork Magical/Folklore Knowledge
♢ World Walking (Interdimensional Travel)
♢ Shapeshifting (Dragon Shape)
♢ Blood Has Special Properties
♢ Interspatial Corruption/Rift Healing
♢ Natural Arcane Wellspring (Passive)
♢ Connection to an Elemental Cosmic Entity (Unaware)♦ Poor Sight in One Eye
♦ Reverts Shape if Unconscious
♦ High Calorie Requirement
♦ Cannot Hide Energy Signature
♦ Worlds May Reject Presence
♦ Weirdness Magnet
♦ Old Psychic Injury
♦ Fear of Telepaths
♦ Can be Bound by Silver
♦ Dragonsbane
♦ Magic Disrupting Substances
☉ Sample Post
As Krepta worked at the entrance to her campsite in the boulders, the evening's shadows were just beginning to stretch in languid stripes across the forest floor. The sun meandered slowly towards the horizon, and the warm spring air was thick with the honey sweet scent of early blooming wildflowers. A lone bumblebee, wearing its load of pollen like tiny yellow bloomers, zig-zagged lazily between the sun dapples spotting the dark earth from the canopy above. Its contented hum provided a pleasant counterpoint to the satisfying CHOCK of the wooden logs as Krepta steadied, and then split them beneath her hatchet.
Despite her camp's sparse setup, the scene felt near idyllic, and Krepta felt almost cheerful in spite of everything, which was probably why she missed the man in red as he slipped up behind her out of the forest like a fox from the shadows. He was long and lean, and carried the edge of a smile to his lips as he watched Krepta work that brought to mind cats and canaries. A cavalier hat in brilliant scarlet steeped the rest of the strangers' faces in shadow. After a moment, he slowly lifted a hand towards the back of Krepta's shirt, his fingers spread and reaching to grasp.
He never got the chance to finish the gesture.
Krepta's nostrils flared and her pupils pinned to angry pinpricks in the deep green of her eyes. She whirled on the intruder, and the hatchet flashed warningly in the sunlight.
"Versoni," she growled. It sounded almost accusing. "What do you want, Ven?"
The hand fell again and Ven chuckled, stepping away. He reached up instead to sweep off his hat with a bow and a flourish. "The one and only," he said, his voice a mocking purr. Placing a single long finger on the head of the hatchet, Ven gently directed the blade away from the damage it so clearly wanted to do to his general personage. "Come now, Krepta. Is that any way to treat a friend?"
"You're no friend of mine, Ven Versoni," Krepta snapped, glowering at the tall, dark haired being. "You're a pest. And a menace." But she lowered her weapon.
"Perhaps," Ven allowed. "But all the same, there's no need for claws today, little dragon. I come in peace."
"That remains to be seen," Krepta countered, turning away. She pointedly returned her attention to her wood chopping, putting her back to him. The next log split with a blow that had perhaps a touch more force than was really necessary. "I still haven't forgiven you for Sanctuary."
"Oh now," Ven said, sounding a little wounded as he came around to her side. He somewhat disdainfully lowered himself into a seat on an adjacent log. "It wasn't all that bad, was it? I was trying to help..."
Krepta stopped her chopping and rested the head of the ax on the ground to scowl coldly at Ven. "I lost Kargo," was all she said into the silence that poured into the moment.
"...Ah," Ven replied. His brow creased with regret momentarily, but a new noise drew both of their attention upwards, mercifully saving him from that particular conversation. For the time being, anyway.