Muck

Intro

• "A little Muck never hurt anyone,
  Crazy just runs in the family..."
• 

• Basic Info

  Name: Muck
  
  Nickname/Alias: None at this time.
  
  Age: Young Adult.
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Species: Hybridized Fox/Wolf Cross.
  
  ~General Description~
  Coat is a jester's assortment of black and white, her underside breaking up the stark combination in a wash of brass while red tones decorate her spine and down much of the length of her tail.
  Miss-matched eyes are unnerving, blue and gold corneas set about crimson pupils that have no business on a creature born to this realm. Despite the monopoly she has on colors, she possesses a lithe yet toned frame that is appealing to the eye even when one considers the road-map of scars that decorate her form.
  
  ~General Personality and Things to note!~

  • Muck is a quirky little thing. Her moods can fluctuate in the blink of the eye and it almost seems like she expects everyone to be able to keep up with them.
  • She is feisty and prone to apply fangs and claws to situations that frustrate her. There are times she won't care if what frustrated her is person or object.
  • While affectionate and eager to please those who have made an impression on her, she is more likely to bite those who condemn with pity or come off as weaker than she.
  • Personal space seems to be nonexistent when it suits her, though she is less open to allowing such liberties to others when the situation is reversed.
  • Muck suffers from a hard case of apparent amnesia. Her past beyond a few months before coming to the Tether is a mystery to her. Only those who are eager to risk the hybrid's shift in mood towards Violence should dare press the issue. This doesn't stop her from spouting out a random recollection from time to time though she seems to forget it as soon as the moment has passed. Maybe someone should keep a running journal?
  • Nightmares are something that plague her nights. On days where she feels pent up, she tends to be almost hyperactive in her attempts to burn this extra energy in hope of tying herself out to the point she won't dream.
  • She is prone to the occasional psychotic break. Certain mood swings bring on a hunting/stalking edge to her demeanor and at other times, she exhibits severe manic and depressive episodes.
  • Despite having an excellent nose, she boasts no sense of direction to speak of. She is easily distracted which causes her to get lost often which has her perpetually late to everything. Usually she has to use her nose to backtrack her steps and then find the trail of another to follow in order to get where she is going when left on her own for a task.

  
  ~Abilities~

  • Able to shift her forms, taking on a bipedal anthro form and that of the quadrupedal feral beast she was born as.
  • Her familial line boasts some control over the element of Water.
  • Muck tends to have strange reactions to magic in general. Spells and potions tend to not work upon her in the same ways they might others.

  
  ~Background/History~
  ****This is OOC Knowledge only at this time****
  WIP
  Magic is a funny thing. Just when one thinks they might have all the rules and possibilities figured out, it throws a curve ball...
  
  Born of a fox and a wolf, the hybrid was raised within a feral pack for the better part of her early years. Both the terms interesting and complicated can be applied to a situation that leaves a half deranged fox by the name of Vomit as Alpha, but then there was no other life she knew. Family held significant importance to her, her brother Yuck idolized and adored beyond all others, save the son she bore and dubbed Scum. Madness and beauty are both perhaps in the eye of the beholder, her simple life not too different from the other wild beasts that called that particular mountainous region home. Sure her family had it quirks and not all visitors might leave with their lives, but then couldn't that be applied to any wolf pack?
  
  It was from her father she inherited her touch of magical talent, control over the element of water as well as a hidden resistance to magic in general. Weaker Spells encountered would wash over her will no effect, the stronger more virulent variety warping and changing in an attempt to strip their potency. It was the later of which she stumbled upon one late afternoon, a search for another finding her stumbling upon the den of a large feline, the beast less than welcoming. Luck aided her initial escape, the hybrid quickly finding the feline's hot breath at her heels. Torn and bloodied as she was, her path was not one to be hidden. It became a game of stamina, one she was quickly losing.
  
  In a desperate moment, she fled towards a particular clearing, the near barren stretch of ground untouched by the choking foliage that thrived around it. In its center rose a single spire of stone, worn and almost obscured runes etched upon its surface. The stench of death hung heavy on the air despite no bodies to be found. Few ventured into this place, something about it causing hackles to raise and instincts to demand full on retreat. None who dared the clearing once, ever went twice....unless they were being chased down by a more imminent promise of death.
  
  That scent made locating the area easy even for one as directionally challenged as she. The feline just a couple tail lengths away, she crossed the invisible barrier, sides heaving in the exertion of keeping such a pace. With one final burst of speed, she leapt, small claws scrabbling at the weather worn surface, finding what purchase they could almost the writing, as she attempted to scale the spire. It wasn't until she found herself perched atop the odd rock that she turned and surveyed her path. Freely bleeding as she was, she had left a streaked trail from the clearing's edge to where she now sat, crimson paw prints painting the spire. Her gaze had sought out the feline, spotting the beat prowling along the perimeter and giving validity to her plan. Fear of this place was indeed enough to keep even her would be rival at bay. Watching the creature, it wasn't long before the beast cast one last roar her way before darting off.
  
  Relief flooded her and with it came the bone aching weariness of having pushed so far. Sliding down from her perch, she took a moment to gather herself, attempting to shake off the disorientation that had the ground seeming to rumble beneath her paws. Only, it wasn't in her head. It would only be a couple seconds before she realized the ground was shaking, a loud cracking noise having her head snapping round to bring stare upon the stone at her back. Where her blood had coated the surface, minute cracks appeared, quickly spreading towards the center where a now larger gash seemed to have formed. She backed up a step, that step being all she managed before black smoke was expelled from the rift and the death spell hit her.
  
  Pain. Such a short simple word for the pure agony that followed. Perhaps it would have been kinder for the hybrid to perish in those first few moments as the spell's creator had intended of any who thought to break it's seal. Nothing is ever so simple though, and the vixen's ability to negate more minor magical afflictions worked overtime to attempt and fend off this nasty bit of magic. Given it level, all that was managed was a warping of the original spell, the dark power feeding not on her life but instead on the memories she held. When even this proved not enough to feed its demand, it sought to break the mind itself, only half succeeding as her defenses further warped it from it's original purpose.
  
  Muck would come to awareness some time later, fresh blood decorating the clawed hand-paw she pulled from her face as if she had been attempt to scratch out the pain from moments before. With no memory to work on beyond a calling she knew to be hers, she stumbled almost drunkenly from the clearing on two legs instead of four. No thought was given to the crumbled wreckage of stone she had found around her, nor towards the fact she was leaving in the opposite direction from which she had come. She had no recollection of the cat after all, no memory of the one she had sought out so desperately all those hours before. There was no home to be returning to and so she went south, searching for something...a purpose...a story to fill in the painful void that left such gaping holes in her mind.

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