Post by Lenis on Nov 17, 2007 1:50:11 GMT -5
Name: Fisher
Race: Liger(ess)
Age: 23
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 146lb.
Career: Drifter/mercenary
Affiliation: United16
INT: 5
REF: 7
CHA: 6
TEC: 3
LCK: 7
ATT: 9
MVA: 7
EMP: 5
STR: 6
Background Information: Not a whole lot is known about Fisher, not even her birth name. So far as anyone knows, she has no family, alive at least. She has no permanent home, often changing where she sleeps on a whim. It is at least obvious that she is a hybrid between a tiger and lion. Though she calls the slums her home, it’s unknown if she was born there or simply drawn there by her personality. She has a confidant attitude which can get her into trouble when she flaps her tongue at the wrong people. It’s common knowledge that she’s often been in fights and seems not to care if she comes out on top or not, in love with scrapping for scrapping's sake. As a general rule she’s friendly but aloof. Piss her off though, and she can hold a mean grudge.
Description: An unusual combination of a melanistic tigress and a tawny lion produced this bluish liger(ess). Because of her hybrid nature she has been growing at an almost steady rate throughout her life, causing her to be quite tall though lean. She almost completely lacks stripes, their forms so pale, barely darker than the blue tinted fur it marks. As a throwback to her lion heritage she has faint rosettes on her body, most notably around her pale stomach and speckled on her muzzle.
A pair of dark “tears” run down from her inner eyes almost to the tip of her grayish nose. Her ears are rounded like a lions but they have the black backsides with the white spots common to tigers. Each eye is a faint gold color and slanting, and often twinkle with the grin that lights her face. Her body seems to have the lean muscle of a lion but the long, rope like tail of a tiger with a distinctly lion-ish tuft at the tip. She has a thick ruff of dark hair on her head which has been cropped short to her skull in the back but left long in the front to hang over her cheeks and eyes. Her bangs seem to part neatly in the center, showing off the darker tigress markings on her forehead. She has long limbs and a lithe body, toned like the body of a swimmer. Each ear twinkles with five acrylic hoops. A labret, which she sucks on when thinking, glitters from below her grinning lips. Two rings are set to the left side of her muzzle, just above her nose. Long, near translucent whiskers twitch from her thick upper lips.
She wears old clothes, looking a bit like a hodge-podge, but it seems to just WORK for her. An old and frayed cabbie hat sits on her head, backwards and covered with all kinds of buttons and patches. Most of her form is covered in a patched duster coat, cut and resown to fit a female figure, rather than the men’s it was made for. It is missing several of its clasps, meaning that it often hangs open on her form. The huge slit up the back allows for her tufted tail to twitch out, flicking here and there. Her shirt is just a simple tank top over a thick sports bra. Tight pants of black leather tuck into her muddy and clunky steel toed boots. They’re shaped perfectly to her feet from years of wear, the laces having been repeated tied together to keep them all in one piece.
Equipment:
~S&W Performance 25, reworked to be a breach-load style.
~Gladiator style knife, sheathed to her right shoulder.
~Steel knee-pads.
~Leather gloves and arm-sheathes.
Race: Liger(ess)
Age: 23
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 146lb.
Career: Drifter/mercenary
Affiliation: United16
INT: 5
REF: 7
CHA: 6
TEC: 3
LCK: 7
ATT: 9
MVA: 7
EMP: 5
STR: 6
Background Information: Not a whole lot is known about Fisher, not even her birth name. So far as anyone knows, she has no family, alive at least. She has no permanent home, often changing where she sleeps on a whim. It is at least obvious that she is a hybrid between a tiger and lion. Though she calls the slums her home, it’s unknown if she was born there or simply drawn there by her personality. She has a confidant attitude which can get her into trouble when she flaps her tongue at the wrong people. It’s common knowledge that she’s often been in fights and seems not to care if she comes out on top or not, in love with scrapping for scrapping's sake. As a general rule she’s friendly but aloof. Piss her off though, and she can hold a mean grudge.
Description: An unusual combination of a melanistic tigress and a tawny lion produced this bluish liger(ess). Because of her hybrid nature she has been growing at an almost steady rate throughout her life, causing her to be quite tall though lean. She almost completely lacks stripes, their forms so pale, barely darker than the blue tinted fur it marks. As a throwback to her lion heritage she has faint rosettes on her body, most notably around her pale stomach and speckled on her muzzle.
A pair of dark “tears” run down from her inner eyes almost to the tip of her grayish nose. Her ears are rounded like a lions but they have the black backsides with the white spots common to tigers. Each eye is a faint gold color and slanting, and often twinkle with the grin that lights her face. Her body seems to have the lean muscle of a lion but the long, rope like tail of a tiger with a distinctly lion-ish tuft at the tip. She has a thick ruff of dark hair on her head which has been cropped short to her skull in the back but left long in the front to hang over her cheeks and eyes. Her bangs seem to part neatly in the center, showing off the darker tigress markings on her forehead. She has long limbs and a lithe body, toned like the body of a swimmer. Each ear twinkles with five acrylic hoops. A labret, which she sucks on when thinking, glitters from below her grinning lips. Two rings are set to the left side of her muzzle, just above her nose. Long, near translucent whiskers twitch from her thick upper lips.
She wears old clothes, looking a bit like a hodge-podge, but it seems to just WORK for her. An old and frayed cabbie hat sits on her head, backwards and covered with all kinds of buttons and patches. Most of her form is covered in a patched duster coat, cut and resown to fit a female figure, rather than the men’s it was made for. It is missing several of its clasps, meaning that it often hangs open on her form. The huge slit up the back allows for her tufted tail to twitch out, flicking here and there. Her shirt is just a simple tank top over a thick sports bra. Tight pants of black leather tuck into her muddy and clunky steel toed boots. They’re shaped perfectly to her feet from years of wear, the laces having been repeated tied together to keep them all in one piece.
Equipment:
~S&W Performance 25, reworked to be a breach-load style.
~Gladiator style knife, sheathed to her right shoulder.
~Steel knee-pads.
~Leather gloves and arm-sheathes.