Vixxy

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  Full Name: Vixxy Garden (nee Stone)
  Alias(es): The Widow
  Sex: Female
  Species: Wolf Anthropomorph
  Sub-Species: Stagnant* Lycanthrope**
  
  *The 'disease' ceased to be affective around the age of eighteen. This was caused by a strange mixture, concocted and delivered by her lover (Rufus Garden), that was taken monthly. Though it is no longer consumed, the effects seem to remain.
  
  **Lycanthrope - One who seems to morph into a wolf, or wolf-like creature. There was no bite in this case; the disease was inherited thanks to genetics. Original, common form was that of a human, then there would be the middle-form when 'the change' was taking place - this was a simple wolf "anthropomorphism", for lack of a more proper term. Final form was of course the feral wolf, nothing extraordinary. For a short period, an uncontrolled almost 'demonic' over-sized feral wolf-type transformation would occur during short bursts of fury. This was presumably caused by a curse of some sort, and ceased with the consumption of the concoction mentioned previously. Since, the middle-form has been the only. For reference purposes, forms are further explained later on.
  
  Other Genetic Tidbits: May or may not have quite the bit of Irish in her blood.
  Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
  Marital Status: Engaged to Cidd Lefevre. Widowed to Rufus Garden.
  Age: Thirty
  Date of Birth: November 4th
  Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  Height: 5'9"
  Weight: 130lbs
  Fur: White
  Skin: Pale
  
  Appearance:
  On first glance, one would almost think they were viewing a male. "Tattered" would hardly be an exaggeration for the white admirals coat (gold trimmings and all) that she wore over an old green tunic. It was clearly tailored for a male, one a couple sizes larger, and a few inches taller then herself, which left it to fall just at the knee. A matching coloured admirals hat was also worn, shadowing part of her face, and hiding most of the mop of messy auburn curls that were cut off jaggedly around the jawline area, as well as her ears. Oh, and lets not forget her mossy green eyes.
  
  Fair fitting gray trousers are of a well-worn nature, being highly patched but still very much wearable. They were tailored to fit properly upon lupine legs, and hung a little lower than what might be considered proper to leave breathing room for her messy, fluffy tail.
  
  Scars:
  1. Roughly half or more of her right ear is missing. From the base up to the point on the outer side is just jagged, badly ripped skin that curves sharply in (towards the sturdy inner side of her ear) in several places. (Received from her sister in quadrupedal form.)
  
  2. There is a very profound scar on her face, which begins several centimeters above the left eyebrow and carries on through it, scarring the eyelid, leaving a nick in the top lash and bottom, and then continuing on to cease at the top of her cheek.
  
  3. Right hip has a set of double bite marks, one inside the other, thanks to an encounter with a small shark.
  
  4. Across her mid-back area, there are a set of five long 'claw-like' marks, which extend from just below the shoulder on the right side to just past the spinal cord, around the waist area of her left.
  
  5. From the underside of her hip on the left side, up across her abdomen and through her belly button, is a thin, 'clean' scar, most likely from a blade or claw. It ends an inch or so below her bottom rib on the right.
  
  6. Left and right arms, from just above the wrist to below the elbow, have horizontal slash-like scars at random on the inner-arm. There are five on the right, and six on the left. Self-mutilation can be an ugly thing.
  
  7. On her right leg, from knee to ankle, is a helter-skelter group of scars. There are also several scars on the left leg, though these are fainter and fewer.
  
  Skills:
  - Though not overly fast, or exceptionally strong, she is quite agile in close-combat, with* or without a weapon, and has very good reflexes.
  - Familiar with some poisons.
  - A fairly silent thief, being able to discretely thieve from businesses and occasionally people. Usually, however, when robbing people, she prefers to do so away from a large crowd, and often leaves them either knocked out, tied up, or dead.
  - Has very good aim, not only when throwing things such as knives, but when using distance-related weapons such as a bow, longbow or crossbow.
  - Ambidextrous. That's a skill no matter what one does.
  - Can throw her voice, as well as alter it to be higher, lower, more feminine, more masculine, etc'.
  
  *Primary choice being a dagger or other small, sharp object.
  
  Quirks:
  - Doesn't blink very often.
  - Favorite colour is green, closely followed by white and then black.
  - Likes to drink - can hold her liquor. Preferably rum, whiskey, or wine. Anything heavy is good.
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  Transformational "Issues":
  Included only for informational purposes.
  
  Woman's problem is a form of lycanthropy (Or shapeshifting, if you prefer.), of exactly which, can not be said.
  
  First form is her natural form, the one to which she was born. This is human. In this form she is slightly shorter, standing at only 5'6, and her skin is very pale. The ripped ear is still ripped, and for a human, just as severely. As for other scars and wounds, they carry over as well. Figure is slightly smaller; rather dainty and feminine, in fact. This form seems to only come forth due to extreme shyness, embarrassment, or weakness to the point where nearing death. It has not been used since age 17, and whether or not it could be once again is unknown, though Vixxy assumes not.
  
  Second form is her Wolf Furre state. This form was actually the third she achieved, but has been regarded as second due to the fact that it has become her basic form, being used since age 18 with no exceptions so far. Thus, it is her normal form.
  
  Third form is feral. This form is a simple wolf, standing at only four feet and five inches when seated. Paws and lower legs are auburn, as is tail, both ears and underbelly. The rest is off-white in coloration. This form is generally normal; not too muscular, but enough. It is not uncontrollable when used, and could be called upon, mostly for hunting. This form stopped working 'properly' or at all when she was around 17 or 18.
  
  Fourth form is a demonic wolf-thing. Once monthly body would burst into a large amount of off-white red laced fur. A sharp, sudden change in personality towards the more feral and vicious is often a tell-tale sign, as is twitching, or random snarling, that she is about to change. Generally this form is about six feet tall when standing, nearly ten when sitting. There are spikes trailing from the back of her head down to tail base which are made of bone. Fur is also tougher than normal, seeming to be coated with a thin layer of 'skin'. Eyes lack pupils, and are a dark green in color. This form hasn't occurred since around age 17 or 18, due to some sort of 'potion' or 'medicine' given to her by one Rufus Garden, which was taken once monthly for several months after. Why it continued to not occur after this, is unknown.
  
  History:
  Where to begin? Born to a widowed mother, the older of two children, both female, life was fairly average for the first twelve or so years. She did her share of work about the farm, went to a public school, and took care of her younger sister. After those years, the disease kicked in, and it was only by luck that she didn't murder many people, considering that the homestead was part of some fairly rich farming lands. Due to mother not being able, in good conscious, to have her married off she was sent out into the world at the age of fifteen. It would have been a few years later, but the younger girl was beginning to have disease-induced episodes, and one lycanthrope is enough for a mother to handle.
  
  So the years went by, the girl becoming a young woman as she traveled through towns large and small. Eventually, somehow, ending up on a strange island* where she would remain for about four years. Of course, this was in a sort of "seclusion", and the wolf emerged from the forests only on occasion to seek aid at the local hospital, or ale at the tavern. Those years were the best of her life. Not just because sister dearest showed up one day, and ended up slaughtered, or because it was a sort of "peaceful" place to hide out. But due to who she met during those too-short years. Up until, after a few secret meetings under various aliases, he was killed. At which point, there were a couple suicide attempts from her part, and then she just up and left the place for good.
  
  In the years that followed, a house or two was burned to ashes, some nasty so-called "relatives" disposed of, and a number of other petty crimes (mostly thievery related) were committed. She ended up traveling to the North, way up into the mountains, for three or four years. Spent a lot of time wandering through nunneries and monasteries, and generally fighting to gain control over all the demons she'd let build up over the years. Eventually though she moved on, did some traveling, until one faithful day, she suddenly had the desire to set foot on a ship. Not just any ship, either, but a ship to nowhere. Or, rather, anywhere.
  
  As it turns out, fate was rolling his dice with her again - she just barely escaped drowning in a shipwreck on a sandbar seemingly in the middle of the ocean, and ended up floating along in a crate for a day or two. As luck would have it, she somehow passed through the proper magical barrier, and ended up back on the very same island she'd spent so many years on as a young woman.
  
  *Silverion Island.
  
  Other Notable Tidbits of Information:
  - Worked for a short period of time as an Assassin/Assassin in training for a certain criminal organization that will go unmentioned. Age twenty-six.
  - Burned down the home of Latoya V., killing her and one of her nieces. There were no witnesses. Age twenty.
  - Killed her sister, a fellow lycanthrope, after said sister hunted her down; they were both in quadrupedal form at the time. Age seventeen.

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