Post by Acez on May 23, 2010 18:07:38 GMT -5
Name: Alice Raine Aniko
Alias:Niko
Gender: Female
Age: 17
View: Outcast
Species:Brown Bear but with a little Ursus arctos arctos, Eurasian Brown bear in her.
Human:
Aniko keeps it simple and dark. She wears a dark trench coat, a dirty grey, buckled up to her neck at most times, the trench coat ends around her knees. It has many pockets, both on the out side and in. Hands scarred, lightly, the exception being a scar that starts at her wrist, twisting it's way to her middle finger. Underneath, a slightly torn white tanktop, rarely seen as Aniko doesn't shed it often, not even in hot weather. Loose jeans, again many pockets, located at the the front and back, dark blue. Her choice of foot-wear are her Docs, black Doc Martens and she treasures them. Her hair is dirty blonde, although she denies this, saying it's light brown. She wears it back in a pony tail, a few strands flying onto her face. Hidden under her coat, she bears scars, some barely seen, others long, deep. Each have their story, not likely she'll tell em. Her only seen scars are the ones on her face. Most have healed to be nothing but skin again, yet two thin scars have sliced through her left eye. Speaking of eyes, her eyes are dark green, nothing special. She's lean, a little bulky as she likes to eat, yet worn from combat. Indeed, although she looks as though she can run, her scars and lean muscules show she's more of a fighter than anything else.
Animal
Aniko bears her scars here, when she sheds her skin as a human and goes as bear, a formidable oppenent. You can see, if you go close, the cuts that have sliced her arms. The scars that have cut her eyes are seen her, giving her a more ferocious look. 880 pounds of muscule and light brown fur. Lightly tanned claws are hidden under large paws, a dark brown. Teeth lie under short muzzle, lighter than the base color of her fur. Her fur, I have mentioned, is light brown, the base of her animal body, turning to dark patches of blacker brown, placed randomly on her body. Her back left leg is this dark brown, leaving the right a lighter brown. A bit big to be running around, not like she cares. Careful when you cross her.. nah, we'll get to that sooner or later.
Personality:
She is probably the most angriest woman in the world. Really, don't stand to close and you might just feel her anger and fury roll off her body, hot like magma. She has a vicious temper, and can snap easily, and she gets so easily frustrated. She dislikes company and usually avoids company. She'll strike up a conversation with one or two, but if the number dips to four or three, she'll walk out, without another thought of the people she talked to. Combat, it seems, is the only time where she can bite, claw and tumble and that person bite her back where she feels fine. She enjoys the feeling of war, battle, combat and she itches to fight with someone, probably her high level of rage. Her only times of calm is when she is meditating and listening. She enjoys listening and is drawn to different sounds of any creature. At some points in conversation, she'll pause, glance in the direction of the sound, list the animal that made it and continue with the conversation as though it never happened. Alone and the hours of dusk and dawn will she finally open herself up and sing. Never loudly, always softly and often jumps at the smallest of noise that comes down to it. I'm giving you a heads up now, do not, I repeat, do not be polite to Niko or she just might kill you. She hates manners and barely follows them herself, being rude, sarcastic and exetremely dark. Not only that, but she's a rulebreaker by heart. No matter the authority, she will not back down, often getting her into a heap of trouble. But she doesn't care. Once you break down past that hard shell, and yes, it's possible you'll find someone you could trust to the end. Indeed, Aniko, if proven to her, would be willing to sacrifice herself for people. Mess with that person and you mess with Aniko and that is someone you don't want to mess with.
History:
In the beginning, there was the four of us, me, Nolan, Shadewell and Forest. Born to a stay-at-home mom, and a busy father, Nolan, Shade and I, were healthy, young, free. But Forest, so small and fragile. He was dreadfully sick but at our age, he was a suck up for our mother's attention and we avoided him, complaining about his behaviour behind his back, never to his face, never to our mother. We picked on him and messed about with him, laughing cruelly when he was unable to compete with us. We were unable to comprehend that Forest was dying, but we finally understood the day we noticed his absence. Questioning our mother about Forest, she told us that he had passed away. Our father returned quickly after that and we all grieved, my brothers and I feeling guilty, for the cruel words we had spoken, the actions we took. We remained that way for awhile, wondering what wouldv'e happened if we treated him a little better.
Over time, my brothers seprated themselves from me, doing boy stuff. I was an outcast, not only for my shapeshifting but my enjoy of combat and me being a smart-ass. Then one day, I was wanted again by both Nolan and Shadewell. I was happy to roll along with my older brothers, and that's the day I commited my first crime. I suppose you want to hear that we made it out and I hated them for it, and I never did such things again. No, we were caught, bad. I was supposed to feel shame but in reality, I loved the adrenaline, the new title 'bad news' and I hated my brothers, for not allowing me in the first place. And our crime continued.
Life progressed and my brother, Shadewell quit our little gang and showed his interest in our father's love. Knowledge. Our mother was slightly depressed by this for our father ventured into many dangerous places, knowing what he did. Our father believed it was me though, for I was always listening intently to his words, and I was, but it was never his words, I truly clung to, it was the sound he made. It made sense now, as I had habit of drifting to rivers, listening to bird song. I was entrapped in a world of sound and noises, and I listened to each and tucked them away in my memory. Again, time passed further on, and we grew steadily. Shadewell had left, following our father's footsteps, the 'good boy' I was traveling with Nolan, who shared the same love of combat and crime as I did, and accepted my ignorance. We traveled for a bit, just the two of us, when we were contacted by one of father's friends, a scholar, others who expressed the same love of history. He rarely called them friends, but something in the air told us to stay and listen to what he said. He said in a formal voice, that our mother had died of illness. He said it stiffly, formally, so politely, so uncaring that I nearly clawed his throat out. It was there, I realized, I hated manners. We stormed off, feeling for our father, and mourning for our mother. I decided I would take her name and add it to my own, so I would have a piece of her where I went. Pride would ring through my voice when I mentioned my mother's name, Raine. Now 15 and with my 20 year old brother, we met Zen, an elderly old man, a shapeshifter like us but homeless, cast out from society.
He too, had some difficulties with his senses and we clicked, although Nolan refused to stay with him. We parted that day, but not without a fight. It was fearful thing but I managed to lay a scar across him, like the saying goes. An eye for a tooth. Except I took his ear and he managed to both lay a hand across my face, scarring me across the eye and heart and I never glanced back. Despite me wanting to learn from the old man, I was unable to push past my pride and my patience snapped, and I left him, this time alone.
Nearing 17, I tried to contact Shadewell, now 22. I stayed with him for a few days, depressed. 2 days before my stay was over done, trying to contact my father, who was now a vicious bitter man. I ran, never looked back.
Weapons and Equipment:
Aniko is a bit old fashioned, preferring to fight with her fists than with weapons. Don't doubt that now, because in those pockets I mentioned she has 2 jacket knives, The knives are 9 1/2” overall, quick release sheath. She can use a gun, although she doesn't carry one.
Alias:Niko
Gender: Female
Age: 17
View: Outcast
Species:Brown Bear but with a little Ursus arctos arctos, Eurasian Brown bear in her.
Human:
Aniko keeps it simple and dark. She wears a dark trench coat, a dirty grey, buckled up to her neck at most times, the trench coat ends around her knees. It has many pockets, both on the out side and in. Hands scarred, lightly, the exception being a scar that starts at her wrist, twisting it's way to her middle finger. Underneath, a slightly torn white tanktop, rarely seen as Aniko doesn't shed it often, not even in hot weather. Loose jeans, again many pockets, located at the the front and back, dark blue. Her choice of foot-wear are her Docs, black Doc Martens and she treasures them. Her hair is dirty blonde, although she denies this, saying it's light brown. She wears it back in a pony tail, a few strands flying onto her face. Hidden under her coat, she bears scars, some barely seen, others long, deep. Each have their story, not likely she'll tell em. Her only seen scars are the ones on her face. Most have healed to be nothing but skin again, yet two thin scars have sliced through her left eye. Speaking of eyes, her eyes are dark green, nothing special. She's lean, a little bulky as she likes to eat, yet worn from combat. Indeed, although she looks as though she can run, her scars and lean muscules show she's more of a fighter than anything else.
Animal
Aniko bears her scars here, when she sheds her skin as a human and goes as bear, a formidable oppenent. You can see, if you go close, the cuts that have sliced her arms. The scars that have cut her eyes are seen her, giving her a more ferocious look. 880 pounds of muscule and light brown fur. Lightly tanned claws are hidden under large paws, a dark brown. Teeth lie under short muzzle, lighter than the base color of her fur. Her fur, I have mentioned, is light brown, the base of her animal body, turning to dark patches of blacker brown, placed randomly on her body. Her back left leg is this dark brown, leaving the right a lighter brown. A bit big to be running around, not like she cares. Careful when you cross her.. nah, we'll get to that sooner or later.
Personality:
She is probably the most angriest woman in the world. Really, don't stand to close and you might just feel her anger and fury roll off her body, hot like magma. She has a vicious temper, and can snap easily, and she gets so easily frustrated. She dislikes company and usually avoids company. She'll strike up a conversation with one or two, but if the number dips to four or three, she'll walk out, without another thought of the people she talked to. Combat, it seems, is the only time where she can bite, claw and tumble and that person bite her back where she feels fine. She enjoys the feeling of war, battle, combat and she itches to fight with someone, probably her high level of rage. Her only times of calm is when she is meditating and listening. She enjoys listening and is drawn to different sounds of any creature. At some points in conversation, she'll pause, glance in the direction of the sound, list the animal that made it and continue with the conversation as though it never happened. Alone and the hours of dusk and dawn will she finally open herself up and sing. Never loudly, always softly and often jumps at the smallest of noise that comes down to it. I'm giving you a heads up now, do not, I repeat, do not be polite to Niko or she just might kill you. She hates manners and barely follows them herself, being rude, sarcastic and exetremely dark. Not only that, but she's a rulebreaker by heart. No matter the authority, she will not back down, often getting her into a heap of trouble. But she doesn't care. Once you break down past that hard shell, and yes, it's possible you'll find someone you could trust to the end. Indeed, Aniko, if proven to her, would be willing to sacrifice herself for people. Mess with that person and you mess with Aniko and that is someone you don't want to mess with.
History:
In the beginning, there was the four of us, me, Nolan, Shadewell and Forest. Born to a stay-at-home mom, and a busy father, Nolan, Shade and I, were healthy, young, free. But Forest, so small and fragile. He was dreadfully sick but at our age, he was a suck up for our mother's attention and we avoided him, complaining about his behaviour behind his back, never to his face, never to our mother. We picked on him and messed about with him, laughing cruelly when he was unable to compete with us. We were unable to comprehend that Forest was dying, but we finally understood the day we noticed his absence. Questioning our mother about Forest, she told us that he had passed away. Our father returned quickly after that and we all grieved, my brothers and I feeling guilty, for the cruel words we had spoken, the actions we took. We remained that way for awhile, wondering what wouldv'e happened if we treated him a little better.
Over time, my brothers seprated themselves from me, doing boy stuff. I was an outcast, not only for my shapeshifting but my enjoy of combat and me being a smart-ass. Then one day, I was wanted again by both Nolan and Shadewell. I was happy to roll along with my older brothers, and that's the day I commited my first crime. I suppose you want to hear that we made it out and I hated them for it, and I never did such things again. No, we were caught, bad. I was supposed to feel shame but in reality, I loved the adrenaline, the new title 'bad news' and I hated my brothers, for not allowing me in the first place. And our crime continued.
Life progressed and my brother, Shadewell quit our little gang and showed his interest in our father's love. Knowledge. Our mother was slightly depressed by this for our father ventured into many dangerous places, knowing what he did. Our father believed it was me though, for I was always listening intently to his words, and I was, but it was never his words, I truly clung to, it was the sound he made. It made sense now, as I had habit of drifting to rivers, listening to bird song. I was entrapped in a world of sound and noises, and I listened to each and tucked them away in my memory. Again, time passed further on, and we grew steadily. Shadewell had left, following our father's footsteps, the 'good boy' I was traveling with Nolan, who shared the same love of combat and crime as I did, and accepted my ignorance. We traveled for a bit, just the two of us, when we were contacted by one of father's friends, a scholar, others who expressed the same love of history. He rarely called them friends, but something in the air told us to stay and listen to what he said. He said in a formal voice, that our mother had died of illness. He said it stiffly, formally, so politely, so uncaring that I nearly clawed his throat out. It was there, I realized, I hated manners. We stormed off, feeling for our father, and mourning for our mother. I decided I would take her name and add it to my own, so I would have a piece of her where I went. Pride would ring through my voice when I mentioned my mother's name, Raine. Now 15 and with my 20 year old brother, we met Zen, an elderly old man, a shapeshifter like us but homeless, cast out from society.
He too, had some difficulties with his senses and we clicked, although Nolan refused to stay with him. We parted that day, but not without a fight. It was fearful thing but I managed to lay a scar across him, like the saying goes. An eye for a tooth. Except I took his ear and he managed to both lay a hand across my face, scarring me across the eye and heart and I never glanced back. Despite me wanting to learn from the old man, I was unable to push past my pride and my patience snapped, and I left him, this time alone.
Nearing 17, I tried to contact Shadewell, now 22. I stayed with him for a few days, depressed. 2 days before my stay was over done, trying to contact my father, who was now a vicious bitter man. I ran, never looked back.
Weapons and Equipment:
Aniko is a bit old fashioned, preferring to fight with her fists than with weapons. Don't doubt that now, because in those pockets I mentioned she has 2 jacket knives, The knives are 9 1/2” overall, quick release sheath. She can use a gun, although she doesn't carry one.
