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Starlight Escape |
Furcadia |
A ghastly form shrouded in mystery by tattered shreds to hide her face and body from the world who mistreated her.
Her glowing eyes, still full of life only glowed by an undying heart dimly illuminated the space between her face and hood in the darkness. The mask- which represented such a dignified appearance of her species was ruined beyond repair as her own blood filled the cracks around her right eye. Hidden within the folds of discolored fabric the girl would clutch her other arm, as if it had become gimp and unusable. Making sure it was kept from sight. The pearly white skin that she maintained dearly had become tainted and dark, no longer shining for her peers. Her majestic mane had lost some of its volume; becoming matted and discolored. Its synthetic strands would never grow back. Parts of her alloyed wings and appendages had become tarnished from moisture in the air, suggesting she had crawled out of a wet environment and her bodily scent suggested that was so. Permeating nostrils like the inside of old architect. |
...it came without warning
Suddenly her eyes would turn red and her gaze went cold. Her good arm released the other as the only article of clothing she possessed slid from her shoulders in the motion, revealing the mangled appendage she had hid away. Shredded wires and metal ligaments flexed in the form of a crude mechanical arm, hand noticeably larger than her other that formed into brutal talons as a clear remainder of her skeletal remnants. The creature opened her mouth to speak, yet no words could be heard. So she would take a step closer- you could faintly hear a whisper. And with each passing step that whisper grew louder as her jaw remained in place. That whisper would reveal itself as to not be words at all- but audible static noise emitting from her throat in the form of a broken transmission. Before you could decipher anything at all, she lunged her mechanical mass upon you that pierced and clutched your body with its broken digits. Her actuators groaned to bring you in to her cold embrace. Only then did you realize she spoke nothing at all. |
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True Name: Scylla
It is the only name she knows. Hair: Ocean-blue mane. Thick, tangled and lots of volume. Could use a good brush. Height/Weight: 6'8"/300lbs. Tall and lanky. Medium muscle mass. Metal appendages and internal structure are primary sources of weight. Race/Class: Galeacoma/Artisan Humanoid race of mammalian creatures following the HomoSapien genus. Their flexible and quick evolutionary genome allow them to reproduce and pass new traits down quickly to the next generations for environmental adaptation. They are best known for their growth of bio-metals upon their bodies. Leading to each individual to possess their own personal and unique physical image. Complexion: Pale, velvety skin Fuzzy like a peach, soft like a marshmallow. Likes: Shiny objects, swimming, solitary wonder |
Sexuality: Unknown
Scylla's current rampancy has not lead her to find a specific sexual preference. Need more data. Age: Unknown, appears 20 to her species Scylla's machine heart yearly mileage has surpassed 1800 years. Sex: Female Scylla identifies as her birth sex, even if she doesn't remember it. Alignment: Lawful Neutral < Neutral Evil Abides very much to scientific laws of the observed world and attempts to obey or avoid foreign societies to minimize interference. Will never outright go out of her way to harm another in any form, her survival takes top priority. Eyes: Radiant yellow Observed to be 'warning' red in dire situations. Personality: Mysterious, Withdrawn, observant, humble Scylla is largely a people watcher. She does not like to mingle in large groups or open areas and will do much of what she can to avoid confrontation and be on her way if she feels any interaction will draw too much attention to herself. If she must humor someone, she'll stick it out as best she can till she is able to run at first opportunity. Dislikes: Being stared at, loud noises, rude punks Scylla likes to do the watching, but she certainly doesn't like being watched. Loud noises are traumatizing and also hurt Scylla's ears. While she can usually entertain someone briefly, she won't be someones source to pick on for laughs as she LOVES to kick people. |