Post by Pan on Jan 31, 2009 23:04:42 GMT -5
Name: Scruffy (Yes, that's her real name, damnit. Deal with it.)
Age: No one wants to count.
Race:As I said, human---ish
Description or Picture: Scruffy has good reason to attempt to cover herself. She is five foot four inches tall, skeletally thin, with brown skin that is tinted slightly green. Most of her skin has decayed away, including large chunks of her torso and half of her face. Her name (due to the fact that her real name is long forgotten) comes from the three scruffy tufts of moss green hair that sprout from her head. Her clothing, when she is not attempting an excursion from her secluded home, consist mostly of the thick, stained bandages she wraps around exposed bone. Her only other attire is a silver, circular locket with appears to be more tarnish than metal.
When she does brave the outside world and enter Manticore, she dons a high-collared trench coat to avoid suspicion.
Personality: Scruffy is a fairly violent recluse. She does not take well to intruders in her home, unless of course, they come bearing hats. (She has an understandable fixation with headgear.) Her vocal chords have begun to erode away, leaving her voice to sound "as though she eats a pack of cigarettes an hour." Which, on occasion, she has been known to do. She is a technological genius, and the world's last connection to marvels long past. Her island home rests in the middle of a large, radioactive lake, and any who wish for access to the figurative gold within have to cross a long, rickety rope bridge over the nuclear waste-tinted water. And this is before they reach the real threat.
She is known to attack as she feels necessary, normally when she feels threatened or annoyed... Or particularly violent... Or in the mood to watch someone fall in the lake...
One of the only surefire ways to avoid inciting her ire immediately (besides bringing a hat) is to be at least partially disfigured. She sympathizes with those who are the opposite of traditional beauty. She has no tolerance for unaltered humans (Smooth-Skins), ethereal Guardians (who get lumped in as Smooth-Skins as well) or Loup Garou (whom she refers to as Furs). The only race that has a good chance of even meeting her face to face rather than being violently shaken off the bridge are the Forsaken, whom she sees as just as beautiful as she is.
History(optional): In the year 2012, Scruffy, then a human and still technically "living," worked at a "nuclear test facility" on the surface of a large, secluded lake. Unfortunately, there was a serious malfunction, inciting a nuclear explosion the size of which the world had never seen. The lake became completely toxic, and no one could reach the small island to see if there were any survivors. As if anyone could survive-- ha!
Scruffy, as she came to be known, over the course of her career within the facility, had been exposed to the radiation to the point of being inoculated. By a stroke of luck, she had avoided her demise in the actual explosion.By a stroke of (bad) luck, she had avoided her demise in the millenia following it. Her body continued decomposing, eventually she was reduced to a skeleton, a brain, a heart, two lungs, a few frail muscles and some skin. This is the Scruffy the brave and hat-bearing know today.
Political Standing: Unaligned, but more likely to (unknowingly) offer assistance to the Guardians through her sympathies with the Forsaken
Abilities (optional): Advanced intellect and a large warehouse of unimaginable weaponry and technology.
Weaknesses (optional): She's a skeleton who's held together by gangrene-infected skin and medical stitching; how well would you fair in a fight?
Age: No one wants to count.
Race:As I said, human---ish
Description or Picture: Scruffy has good reason to attempt to cover herself. She is five foot four inches tall, skeletally thin, with brown skin that is tinted slightly green. Most of her skin has decayed away, including large chunks of her torso and half of her face. Her name (due to the fact that her real name is long forgotten) comes from the three scruffy tufts of moss green hair that sprout from her head. Her clothing, when she is not attempting an excursion from her secluded home, consist mostly of the thick, stained bandages she wraps around exposed bone. Her only other attire is a silver, circular locket with appears to be more tarnish than metal.
When she does brave the outside world and enter Manticore, she dons a high-collared trench coat to avoid suspicion.
Personality: Scruffy is a fairly violent recluse. She does not take well to intruders in her home, unless of course, they come bearing hats. (She has an understandable fixation with headgear.) Her vocal chords have begun to erode away, leaving her voice to sound "as though she eats a pack of cigarettes an hour." Which, on occasion, she has been known to do. She is a technological genius, and the world's last connection to marvels long past. Her island home rests in the middle of a large, radioactive lake, and any who wish for access to the figurative gold within have to cross a long, rickety rope bridge over the nuclear waste-tinted water. And this is before they reach the real threat.
She is known to attack as she feels necessary, normally when she feels threatened or annoyed... Or particularly violent... Or in the mood to watch someone fall in the lake...
One of the only surefire ways to avoid inciting her ire immediately (besides bringing a hat) is to be at least partially disfigured. She sympathizes with those who are the opposite of traditional beauty. She has no tolerance for unaltered humans (Smooth-Skins), ethereal Guardians (who get lumped in as Smooth-Skins as well) or Loup Garou (whom she refers to as Furs). The only race that has a good chance of even meeting her face to face rather than being violently shaken off the bridge are the Forsaken, whom she sees as just as beautiful as she is.
History(optional): In the year 2012, Scruffy, then a human and still technically "living," worked at a "nuclear test facility" on the surface of a large, secluded lake. Unfortunately, there was a serious malfunction, inciting a nuclear explosion the size of which the world had never seen. The lake became completely toxic, and no one could reach the small island to see if there were any survivors. As if anyone could survive-- ha!
Scruffy, as she came to be known, over the course of her career within the facility, had been exposed to the radiation to the point of being inoculated. By a stroke of luck, she had avoided her demise in the actual explosion.By a stroke of (bad) luck, she had avoided her demise in the millenia following it. Her body continued decomposing, eventually she was reduced to a skeleton, a brain, a heart, two lungs, a few frail muscles and some skin. This is the Scruffy the brave and hat-bearing know today.
Political Standing: Unaligned, but more likely to (unknowingly) offer assistance to the Guardians through her sympathies with the Forsaken
Abilities (optional): Advanced intellect and a large warehouse of unimaginable weaponry and technology.
Weaknesses (optional): She's a skeleton who's held together by gangrene-infected skin and medical stitching; how well would you fair in a fight?
