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		<title>User:Ferox</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: /* Default Appearance */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aliases: Ferox, Angel of Death&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Seventeen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to her often hot-headed circle of friends, she tends to seek balance in all things. She also holds a strong sense of justice and propriety, but is highly unpredictable on those rare occasions that her self-control falters. Though not feral, she appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon her. She is known to show sympathy for ferals and uses a variety of tactics (including threats) to discourage people from losing control of themselves, particularly in public.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A combination of prolonged exposure to the infection and sheer force of will have given Ferox a respectable measure of control over the nanites within her own body. She rarely mutates from her chosen form, which appears to be that of a Harbinger Lynx with numerous personal modifications. Her general body shape greatly resembles her original human self, making it much easier for her to find suitable clothing and even shoes. She also seems largely unaffected by temperature extremes, and rumors even suggest she does not require air to function. These adaptations are supplemented by incredible speed and strength - even among mutants - and an almost prescient ability to anticipate the flow of battle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When paired with her mate Taggart the two are nearly unstoppable in battle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Ferox, her body is covered in mottled gray fur, pale and soft, with subtle black and silver streaks around her extremities. Her head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Her body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. She has 4 starting at massive F cup sized breasts. The breasts under the first top pair are smaller. Row 2 is plump D cup sized breasts. Her belly distends as if from a full meal. Her arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws.  Her legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;.  A long, narrow cat tail flows from her rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that she has: She has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks, measuring 10 inches.  She has large sized balls. She has a standard cleft. With mild effort, it can stretch to 8 inches long and 5 inches around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cat-slitted crimson eyes gaze out from a youthful face that appears more human than beast, framed by silky black hair dyed with raven-blue streaks and worn in a deceptively careless style that falls to her shoulder blades. Further traces of her former self can be found in her below-average height and lithe hourglass figure, but hidden beneath this unimposing build lies a quiet strength not unlike that of the feline predator she most often resembles. The fur blanketing her body is soft and predominantly white with a touch of gray mixed in, fading to silver-streaked black at her extremeties, a pattern mirrored by the feathered wings neatly folded against her back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A backless black halter top keeps her modest, falling just low enough to conceal both pairs of breasts while leaving a slice of bare midriff exposed. A braided black leather belt with a silver buckle supports a rather short denim skirt that rides low upon her hips, barely reaching mid-thigh before ending in a ragged hem. The rest of her legs are bare all the way down to the pair of black low-heeled half boots that hide her ankles and feet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She seems to possess an affinity for titanium jewelry, her youthful body decorated with numerous pieces in remarkably good condition. Two small rings pierce her left ear and a third curls snugly around the right side of her lower lip, as unadorned as the curved barbells perched atop her right eye and belly button. A beautiful claddagh ring around her left ring finger completes the set, the distinctive Irish design centered on a pair of hands clasping a gemstone heart made up of ruby and emerald halves with a diamond-set crown rising proudly above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at her hips. The large handguns are presumably chambered for the devastating .454 Casull rounds in the speedloaders arrayed around her belt, rendering them quite deadly in her capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Recent History ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped unscathed from the small town she once called home. Unfortunately for her, she fled in the wrong direction - after several desperate and lonely days in the wilderness she arrived in Fairhaven, only to be snatched up by Zephyr and presented with a tantalizing offer: Food, shelter, and hope in exchange for becoming a field agent, whatever that entailed. Hardly in any position to refuse, she agreed, tragically unaware of just what she was signing up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For several days the human teenager fared remarkably well against the stray mutants near Zephyr headquarters, miraculously avoiding mutation and beginning to fancy herself invincible. But in an instant, everything changed - with a swipe of its claws a blue gryphon decided her fate, a seemingly insignificant cut across her forearm allowing the nanites the creature carried to flood into her system. Afterward the alterations came rapidly, leaving the poor girl to wander the city in a daze as she struggled to cope with the effects of her first mutations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as she wrestled with the new instincts bestowed by the nanites. Much of the next week of her life was spent attempting to either suppress or satisfy these impulses, beginning with the loss of her virginity to a complete stranger and later culminating in a pregnancy by the same man. The father soon gave in further to the infection, choosing to become fully feral and leaving her very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This dark period in her life eventually came to an end, however, with a chance meeting in the Zephyr lobby in which she overheard a conversation between a pair of interesting strangers. These individuals - the Russian human Raifuru and the Irish wolf beast Taggart - became friend and rival respectively, both inspiring her in their own way to regain her lost self-control before it was too late. Her closeness with Raifuru in part led to her interest in the Skunkworks (Fairhaven&#039;s only attempt at actual industry), which she viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying her work and the companionship of her fellow employees and friends. Sadly this would not last - a series of distressing events beginning with a shooting in Zephyr&#039;s main lobby caused a severe personal crisis for the gryphoness that resulted in her complete abandonment of not only the Skunkworks but Zephyr as a whole. She went on to adopt the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and an entirely new form - that of a Harbinger Lynx - as she put a comfortable distance between herself and her past, searching for something to fill the void left uncovered by her departure from the group that had given her a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She would find that something in a wildly unexpected place. Over time her rivalry with Taggart had slowly developed into friendship, and even something more - always casual, but with an unfamiliar spark she couldn&#039;t quite identify. At least, not until her first visit to New Ireland, the dream the wolf was steadily making into a reality with his own two hands. Though the details of that night are known only to the two of them, one thing became abundantly clear to both: That they had, quite by accident, fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lynx currently leads a happy life with her mate at New Ireland, doing what she can to help him build both his dream and a family. They have two sons, Braenden and Liam, with more children apparently on the way. She has yet to reconcile her differences with Zephyr but is frequently identified as a Zephyr employee due to her tendency to participate in their operations, ostensibly to keep a close enough eye on their activities that she may intervene if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== For Funsies  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;--&amp;amp;lt; FOES &amp;amp;gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;          ] Unnatural Force - Void              [0%           8/15760 ]&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;amp;lt; ALLIES &amp;amp;gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  ] Giant Robot                         [100%  823/ 823 EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  ] Giant Robot                         [1%      8/ 685 EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;      ] Taggart                             [62%  1053/ 1679 EN 19]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  TURN  &amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;] Ferox                               [100% 1165/ 1165 EN 54]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Power&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void is defeated by Ferox!&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Taggart gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Ferox&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;Epic .454 Casull Headshot&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pwned!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=1271</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=1271"/>
		<updated>2011-06-03T19:01:18Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aliases: Ferox, Angel of Death&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to her often hot-headed circle of friends, she tends to seek balance in all things. She also holds a strong sense of justice and propriety, but is highly unpredictable on those rare occasions that her self-control falters. Though not feral, she appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon her. She is known to show sympathy for ferals and uses a variety of tactics (including threats) to discourage people from losing control of themselves, particularly in public.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A combination of prolonged exposure to the infection and sheer force of will have given Ferox a respectable measure of control over the nanites within her own body. She rarely mutates from her chosen form, which appears to be that of a Harbinger Lynx with numerous personal modifications. Her general body shape greatly resembles her original human self, making it much easier for her to find suitable clothing and even shoes. She also seems largely unaffected by temperature extremes, and rumors even suggest she does not require air to function. These adaptations are supplemented by incredible speed and strength - even among mutants - and an almost prescient ability to anticipate the flow of battle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When paired with her mate Taggart the two are nearly unstoppable in battle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Ferox, her body is covered in mottled gray fur, pale and soft, with subtle black and silver streaks around her extremities. Her head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Her body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. She has 4 starting at massive F cup sized breasts. The breasts under the first top pair are smaller. Row 2 is plump D cup sized breasts. Her belly distends as if from a full meal. Her arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws.  Her legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;.  A long, narrow cat tail flows from her rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that she has: She has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks, measuring 10 inches.  She has large sized balls. She has a standard cleft. With mild effort, it can stretch to 8 inches long and 5 inches around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cat-slitted crimson eyes gaze out from a youthful face that appears more human than beast, framed by silky black hair worn in a deceptively careless style that falls to her shoulder blades. Further traces of her former self can be found in her below-average height and lithe figure, but hidden beneath this unimposing build lies a quiet strength not unlike that of the feline predator she most often resembles. The fur blanketing her body is soft and predominantly white with a touch of gray mixed in, fading to silver-streaked black at her shins, forearms, and ears, a pattern mirrored by the feathers of the large pair of black-edged white wings neatly folded against her back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A backless black halter top struggles to contain her considerable bust, falling just low enough to conceal both pairs of breasts while leaving a slice of bare midriff exposed. Loosely supported by a braided black leather belt with a silver buckle is a rather short denim skirt, riding low upon her hips and barely reaching mid-thigh before ending in a ragged hem. The rest of her legs are bare all the way down to the pair of black low-heeled half boots that hide her ankles and feet. A set of steel dog tags hangs from a ball chain around her neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She seems to possess an affinity for titanium jewelry, having scavenged or otherwise acquired several pieces in remarkably good condition. Two small rings pierce her left ear, as unadorned as the curved barbell decorating her belly button and the trio of polished titanium bangles around her right wrist. A beautiful claddagh ring around her left ring finger completes the set, the distinctive Irish design centered on a pair of hands clasping a gemstone heart made up of ruby and emerald halves with a diamond-set crown rising above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at her hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to the tags at her throat. The large handguns appear to be chambered for the devastating .454 Casull rounds arrayed in speedloaders resting in metal clips attached to her belt, rendering them quite deadly in her capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Recent History ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped unscathed from the small town she once called home. Unfortunately for her, she fled in the wrong direction - after several desperate and lonely days in the wilderness she arrived in Fairhaven, only to be snatched up by Zephyr and presented with a tantalizing offer: Food, shelter, and hope in exchange for becoming a field agent, whatever that entailed. Hardly in any position to refuse, she agreed, tragically unaware of just what she was signing up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For several days the human teenager fared remarkably well against the stray mutants near Zephyr headquarters, miraculously avoiding mutation and beginning to fancy herself invincible. But in an instant, everything changed - with a swipe of its claws a blue gryphon decided her fate, a seemingly insignificant cut across her forearm allowing the nanites the creature carried to flood into her system. Afterward the alterations came rapidly, leaving the poor girl to wander the city in a daze as she struggled to cope with the effects of her first mutations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as she wrestled with the new instincts bestowed by the nanites. Much of the next week of her life was spent attempting to either suppress or satisfy these impulses, beginning with the loss of her virginity to a complete stranger and later culminating in a pregnancy by the same man. The father soon gave in further to the infection, choosing to become fully feral and leaving her very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This dark period in her life eventually came to an end, however, with a chance meeting in the Zephyr lobby in which she overheard a conversation between a pair of interesting strangers. These individuals - the Russian human Raifuru and the Irish wolf beast Taggart - became friend and rival respectively, both inspiring her in their own way to regain her lost self-control before it was too late. Her closeness with Raifuru in part led to her interest in the Skunkworks (Fairhaven&#039;s only attempt at actual industry), which she viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying her work and the companionship of her fellow employees and friends. Sadly this would not last - a series of distressing events beginning with a shooting in Zephyr&#039;s main lobby caused a severe personal crisis for the gryphoness that resulted in her complete abandonment of not only the Skunkworks but Zephyr as a whole. She went on to adopt the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and an entirely new form - that of a Harbinger Lynx - as she put a comfortable distance between herself and her past, searching for something to fill the void left uncovered by her departure from the group that had given her a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She would find that something in a wildly unexpected place. Over time her rivalry with Taggart had slowly developed into friendship, and even something more - always casual, but with an unfamiliar spark she couldn&#039;t quite identify. At least, not until her first visit to New Ireland, the dream the wolf was steadily making into a reality with his own two hands. Though the details of that night are known only to the two of them, one thing became abundantly clear to both: That they had, quite by accident, fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lynx currently leads a happy life with her mate at New Ireland, doing what she can to help him build both his dream and a family. They have two sons, Braenden and Liam, with more children apparently on the way. She has yet to reconcile her differences with Zephyr but is frequently identified as a Zephyr employee due to her tendency to participate in their operations, ostensibly to keep a close enough eye on their activities that she may intervene if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== For Funsies  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;--&amp;amp;lt; FOES &amp;amp;gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;          ] Unnatural Force - Void              [0%           8/15760 ]&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;amp;lt; ALLIES &amp;amp;gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  ] Giant Robot                         [100%  823/ 823 EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  ] Giant Robot                         [1%      8/ 685 EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;      ] Taggart                             [62%  1053/ 1679 EN 19]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  TURN  &amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;] Ferox                               [100% 1165/ 1165 EN 54]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Power&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void is defeated by Ferox!&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Taggart gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Ferox&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;Epic .454 Casull Headshot&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pwned!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=1270</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=1270"/>
		<updated>2011-06-01T22:04:31Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: Much-needed v3.7 update, yay!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aliases: Ferox, Angel of Death&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to her often hot-headed circle of friends, she tends to seek balance in all things. She also holds a strong sense of justice and propriety, but is highly unpredictable on those rare occasions that her self-control falters. Though not feral, she appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon her. She is known to show sympathy for ferals and uses a variety of tactics (including threats) to discourage people from losing control of themselves, particularly in public.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A combination of prolonged exposure to the infection and sheer force of will have given Ferox a respectable measure of control over the nanites within her own body. She rarely mutates from her chosen form, which appears to be that of a Harbinger Lynx with numerous personal modifications. Her general body shape greatly resembles her original human self, making it much easier for her to find suitable clothing and even shoes. She also seems largely unaffected by temperature extremes, and rumors even suggest she does not require air to function. These adaptations are supplemented by incredible speed and strength - even among mutants - and an almost prescient ability to anticipate the flow of battle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When paired with her mate Taggart the two are nearly unstoppable in battle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Ferox, her body is covered in mottled gray fur, pale and soft, with subtle black and silver streaks around her extremities. Her head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Her body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. She has 4 starting at massive F cup sized breasts. The breasts under the first top pair are smaller. Row 2 is plump D cup sized breasts. Her belly distends as if from a full meal. Her arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws.  Her legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;.  A long, narrow cat tail flows from her rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that she has: She has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks, measuring 10 inches.  She has large sized balls. She has a standard cleft. With mild effort, it can stretch to 8 inches long and 5 inches around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cat-slitted crimson eyes gaze out from a youthful face that appears more human than beast, framed by silky black hair worn in a deceptively careless style that falls to her shoulder blades. Further traces of her former self can be found in her below-average height and lithe figure, but hidden beneath this unimposing build lies a quiet strength not unlike that of the feline predator she most often resembles. The fur blanketing her body is soft and predominantly white with a touch of gray mixed in, fading to silver-streaked black at her shins, forearms, and ears, a pattern mirrored by the feathers of the large pair of black-edged white wings neatly folded against her back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A backless black halter top struggles to contain her considerable bust, falling just low enough to conceal both pairs of breasts while leaving a slice of bare midriff exposed. Riding low upon her hips is a rather short denim skirt, loosely supported by a braided black leather belt with a silver buckle and reaching only mid-thigh before ending in a ragged hem. The rest of her legs are bare all the way down to the pair of black low-heeled half boots that hide her ankles and feet. A set of steel dog tags hangs from a ball chain around her neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She seems to possess an affinity for titanium jewelry, having scavenged or otherwise acquired several pieces in remarkably good condition. Two small rings pierce her left ear, as unadorned as the curved barbell decorating her belly button and the trio of polished titanium bangles around her right wrist. A beautiful claddagh ring around her left ring finger completes the set, the distinctive Irish design centered on a pair of hands clasping a gemstone heart made up of ruby and emerald halves with a diamond-set crown rising above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at her hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to the tags at her throat. The large handguns appear to be chambered for the devastating .454 Casull rounds arrayed in speedloaders resting in metal clips attached to her belt, rendering them quite deadly in her capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Recent History ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped unscathed from the small town she once called home. Unfortunately for her, she fled in the wrong direction - after several desperate and lonely days in the wilderness she arrived in Fairhaven, only to be snatched up by Zephyr and presented with a tantalizing offer: Food, shelter, and hope in exchange for becoming a field agent, whatever that entailed. Hardly in any position to refuse, she agreed, tragically unaware of just what she was signing up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For several days the human teenager fared remarkably well against the stray mutants near Zephyr headquarters, miraculously avoiding mutation and beginning to fancy herself invincible. But in an instant, everything changed - with a swipe of its claws a blue gryphon decided her fate, a seemingly insignificant cut across her forearm allowing the nanites the creature carried to flood into her system. Afterward the alterations came rapidly, leaving the poor girl to wander the city in a daze as she struggled to cope with the effects of her first mutations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as she wrestled with the new instincts bestowed by the nanites. Much of the next week of her life was spent attempting to either suppress or satisfy these impulses, beginning with the loss of her virginity to a complete stranger and later culminating in a pregnancy by the same man. The father soon gave in further to the infection, choosing to become fully feral and leaving her very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This dark period in her life eventually came to an end, however, with a chance meeting in the Zephyr lobby in which she overheard a conversation between a pair of interesting strangers. These individuals - the Russian human Raifuru and the Irish wolf beast Taggart - became friend and rival respectively, both inspiring her in their own way to regain her lost self-control before it was too late. Her closeness with Raifuru in part led to her interest in the Skunkworks (Fairhaven&#039;s only attempt at actual industry), which she viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying her work and the companionship of her fellow employees and friends. Sadly this would not last - a series of distressing events beginning with a shooting in Zephyr&#039;s main lobby caused a severe personal crisis for the gryphoness that resulted in her complete abandonment of not only the Skunkworks but Zephyr as a whole. She went on to adopt the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and an entirely new form - that of a Harbinger Lynx - as she put a comfortable distance between herself and her past, searching for something to fill the void left uncovered by her departure from the group that had given her a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She would find that something in a wildly unexpected place. Over time her rivalry with Taggart had slowly developed into friendship, and even something more - always casual, but with an unfamiliar spark she couldn&#039;t quite identify. At least, not until her first visit to New Ireland, the dream the wolf was steadily making into a reality with his own two hands. Though the details of that night are known only to the two of them, one thing became abundantly clear to both: That they had, quite by accident, fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lynx currently leads a happy life with her mate at New Ireland, doing what she can to help him build both his dream and a family. They have two sons, Braenden and Liam, with more children apparently on the way. She has yet to reconcile her differences with Zephyr but is frequently identified as a Zephyr employee due to her tendency to participate in their operations, ostensibly to keep a close enough eye on their activities that she may intervene if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== For Funsies  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;--&amp;amp;lt; FOES &amp;amp;gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;          ] Unnatural Force - Void              [0%           8/15760 ]&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;amp;lt; ALLIES &amp;amp;gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  ] Giant Robot                         [100%  823/ 823 EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  ] Giant Robot                         [1%      8/ 685 EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;      ] Taggart                             [62%  1053/ 1679 EN 19]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  TURN  &amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;] Ferox                               [100% 1165/ 1165 EN 54]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Power&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void is defeated by Ferox!&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Taggart gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Ferox&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;Epic .454 Casull Headshot&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pwned!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=1097</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=1097"/>
		<updated>2011-05-20T11:35:11Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: /* Character Details */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aliases: Ferox, Angel of Death&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Ferox, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 4 starting at head sized F cup sized breasts. The breasts under the first top pair are smaller. Row 2 is plump C cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws.  Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;.  A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 above average tapered and barbed feline penises. measuring 10 inches.  Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a normal sized cunt. With mild effort, it can stretch to 8 inches long and 5 inches around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cat-slitted crimson eyes gaze out from a youthful face, framed by silky black hair worn in a deceptively careless style that falls to hir shoulderblades, a lingering reminder of the human female shi once was. Further traces of hir former self can be found in hir below average height and lithe figure, but hidden beneath this unimposing build lies a quiet strength not unlike that of the feline predator shi now resembles. White fur with darker markings blankets that body, shifting abruptly to soft feathers of a similar coloration as it reaches the pair of large wings folded neatly against hir back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Torn, baggy jeans ride low on hir hips, belted with a length of steel chain and not quite met at the waist by a dark grey tank top that strains to contain the considerable bust above hir exposed midriff. Shi travels light, relying upon only a small black backpack tucked between hir wings to house most of hir gear, and stands on padded digitigrade feet that remain bare, ill-suited as they are to filling human shoes. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to the tags at hir throat. Though perhaps less impressive at a glance than some of the other firearms available within the city, the large handguns are chambered for the devastating .454 Casull round, rendering them quite deadly in hir capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Recent History ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped the small town she called home unscathed. Unfortunately for her, she fled in the wrong direction - after several desperate and lonely days in the wilderness she arrived in Fairhaven, only to be snatched up by Zephyr and presented with a tantalizing offer: Food, shelter, and hope in exchange for becoming a field agent, whatever that entailed. Hardly in any position to refuse, she agreed, tragically unaware of just what she was signing up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For several days the human teenager fared remarkably well against the stray mutants near Zephyr headquarters, miraculously avoiding mutation and beginning to fancy herself invincible. But in an instant, everything changed - with a swipe of its claws a blue gryphon decided her fate, an insignificant cut across her forearm allowing the nanites the creature carried to flood into her system. Afterward the alterations came rapidly, leaving the poor girl to wander the city in a daze as she struggled to cope with the effects of her first mutations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as shi wrestled with the new instincts bestowed by the nanites. Much of the next week of hir life was spent attempting to either suppress or satisfy these impulses, beginning with the loss of hir virginity to a complete stranger and later culminating in a pregnancy by the same man. The father soon gave in further to the infection, choosing to become fully feral and leaving hir very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This dark period in hir life eventually came to an end, however, with a chance meeting in the Zephyr lobby in which shi overheard a conversation between a pair of interesting strangers. These individuals - the Russian human Raifuru and the Irish wolf beast Taggart - became friend and rival respectively, both inspiring hir in their own way to regain hir lost self-control before it was too late. Hir closeness with Raifuru in part led to hir interest in the Skunkworks (then the city&#039;s only attempt at actual industry), which shi viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying hir work and the companionship of hir fellow employees and friends. Sadly this would not last - a series of distressing events beginning with a shooting in Zephyr&#039;s main lobby caused a severe personal crisis for the gryphoness that resulted in hir complete abandonment of not only the Skunkworks but Zephyr as a whole. Shi went on to adopt the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and an entirely new form - that of a Harbinger Lynx - as shi put a comfortable distance between hirself and hir past, searching for something to fill the void left uncovered by hir departure from the group that had given hir a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shi would find that something in a wildly unexpected place. Over time hir rivalry with Taggart had slowly developed into friendship, and even something more - always casual, but with an unfamiliar spark shi couldn&#039;t quite identify. At least, not until hir first visit to New Ireland, the dream the wolf was steadily making into a reality with his own two hands. Though the details of that night are known only to the two of them, one thing became abundantly clear to both: That they had, quite by accident, fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lynx currently leads a happy life with hir mate at New Ireland, doing what shi can to help him build both his dream and a family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== For Funsies  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;--&amp;amp;lt; FOES &amp;amp;gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;          ] Unnatural Force - Void              [0%           8/15760 ]&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;amp;lt; ALLIES &amp;amp;gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  ] Giant Robot                         [100%  823/ 823 EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  ] Giant Robot                         [1%      8/ 685 EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;      ] Taggart                             [62%  1053/ 1679 EN 19]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  TURN  &amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;] Ferox                               [100% 1165/ 1165 EN 54]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Power&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void is defeated by Ferox!&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Taggart gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Ferox&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;Epic .454 Casull Headshot&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s how we roll.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=998</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=998"/>
		<updated>2011-05-19T15:50:10Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alias: Ferox&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Ferox, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 4 starting at head sized F cup sized breasts. The breasts under the first top pair are smaller. Row 2 is plump C cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws.  Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;.  A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 above average tapered and barbed feline penises. measuring 10 inches.  Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a normal sized cunt. With mild effort, it can stretch to 8 inches long and 5 inches around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cat-slitted crimson eyes gaze out from a youthful face, framed by silky black hair worn in a deceptively careless style that falls to hir shoulderblades, a lingering reminder of the human female shi once was. Further traces of hir former self can be found in hir below average height and lithe figure, but hidden beneath this unimposing build lies a quiet strength not unlike that of the feline predator shi now resembles. White fur with darker markings blankets that body, shifting abruptly to soft feathers of a similar coloration as it reaches the pair of large wings folded neatly against hir back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Torn, baggy jeans ride low on hir hips, belted with a length of steel chain and not quite met at the waist by a dark grey tank top that strains to contain the considerable bust above hir exposed midriff. Shi travels light, relying upon only a small black backpack tucked between hir wings to house most of hir gear, and stands on padded digitigrade feet that remain bare, ill-suited as they are to filling human shoes. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to the tags at hir throat. Though perhaps less impressive at a glance than some of the other firearms available within the city, the large handguns are chambered for the devastating .454 Casull round, rendering them quite deadly in hir capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Recent History ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped the small town she called home unscathed. Unfortunately for her, she fled in the wrong direction - after several desperate and lonely days in the wilderness she arrived in Fairhaven, only to be snatched up by Zephyr and presented with a tantalizing offer: Food, shelter, and hope in exchange for becoming a field agent, whatever that entailed. Hardly in any position to refuse, she agreed, tragically unaware of just what she was signing up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For several days the human teenager fared remarkably well against the stray mutants near Zephyr headquarters, miraculously avoiding mutation and beginning to fancy herself invincible. But in an instant, everything changed - with a swipe of its claws a blue gryphon decided her fate, an insignificant cut across her forearm allowing the nanites the creature carried to flood into her system. Afterward the alterations came rapidly, leaving the poor girl to wander the city in a daze as she struggled to cope with the effects of her first mutations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as shi wrestled with the new instincts bestowed by the nanites. Much of the next week of hir life was spent attempting to either suppress or satisfy these impulses, beginning with the loss of hir virginity to a complete stranger and later culminating in a pregnancy by the same man. The father soon gave in further to the infection, choosing to become fully feral and leaving hir very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This dark period in hir life eventually came to an end, however, with a chance meeting in the Zephyr lobby in which shi overheard a conversation between a pair of interesting strangers. These individuals - the Russian human Raifuru and the Irish wolf beast Taggart - became friend and rival respectively, both inspiring hir in their own way to regain hir lost self-control before it was too late. Hir closeness with Raifuru in part led to hir interest in the Skunkworks (then the city&#039;s only attempt at actual industry), which shi viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying hir work and the companionship of hir fellow employees and friends. Sadly this would not last - a series of distressing events beginning with a shooting in Zephyr&#039;s main lobby caused a severe personal crisis for the gryphoness that resulted in hir complete abandonment of not only the Skunkworks but Zephyr as a whole. Shi went on to adopt the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and an entirely new form - that of a Harbinger Lynx - as shi put a comfortable distance between hirself and hir past, searching for something to fill the void left uncovered by hir departure from the group that had given hir a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shi would find that something in a wildly unexpected place. Over time hir rivalry with Taggart had slowly developed into friendship, and even something more - always casual, but with an unfamiliar spark shi couldn&#039;t quite identify. At least, not until hir first visit to New Ireland, the dream the wolf was steadily making into a reality with his own two hands. Though the details of that night are known only to the two of them, one thing became abundantly clear to both: That they had, quite by accident, fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lynx currently leads a happy life with hir mate at New Ireland, doing what shi can to help him build both his dream and a family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== For Funsies  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;--&amp;amp;lt; FOES &amp;amp;gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;          ] Unnatural Force - Void              [0%           8/15760 ]&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;amp;lt; ALLIES &amp;amp;gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  ] Giant Robot                         [100%  823/ 823 EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  ] Giant Robot                         [1%      8/ 685 EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;      ] Taggart                             [62%  1053/ 1679 EN 19]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;  TURN  &amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;] Ferox                               [100% 1165/ 1165 EN 54]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Power&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void is defeated by Ferox!&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Taggart gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Ferox&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;Epic .454 Casull Headshot&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s how we roll.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=997</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=997"/>
		<updated>2011-05-19T15:47:37Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alias: Ferox&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Ferox, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 4 starting at head sized F cup sized breasts. The breasts under the first top pair are smaller. Row 2 is plump C cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws.  Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;.  A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 above average tapered and barbed feline penises. measuring 10 inches.  Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a normal sized cunt. With mild effort, it can stretch to 8 inches long and 5 inches around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cat-slitted crimson eyes gaze out from a youthful face, framed by silky black hair worn in a deceptively careless style that falls to hir shoulderblades, a lingering reminder of the human female shi once was. Further traces of hir former self can be found in hir below average height and lithe figure, but hidden beneath this unimposing build lies a quiet strength not unlike that of the feline predator shi now resembles. White fur with darker markings blankets that body, shifting abruptly to soft feathers of a similar coloration as it reaches the pair of large wings folded neatly against hir back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Torn, baggy jeans ride low on hir hips, belted with a length of steel chain and not quite met at the waist by a dark grey tank top that strains to contain the considerable bust above hir exposed midriff. Shi travels light, relying upon only a small black backpack tucked between hir wings to house most of hir gear, and stands on padded digitigrade feet that remain bare, ill-suited as they are to filling human shoes. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to the tags at hir throat. Though perhaps less impressive at a glance than some of the other firearms available within the city, the large handguns are chambered for the devastating .454 Casull round, rendering them quite deadly in hir capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Recent History ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped the small town she called home unscathed. Unfortunately for her, she fled in the wrong direction - after several desperate and lonely days in the wilderness she arrived in Fairhaven, only to be snatched up by Zephyr and presented with a tantalizing offer: Food, shelter, and hope in exchange for becoming a field agent, whatever that entailed. Hardly in any position to refuse, she agreed, tragically unaware of just what she was signing up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For several days the human teenager fared remarkably well against the stray mutants near Zephyr headquarters, miraculously avoiding mutation and beginning to fancy herself invincible. But in an instant, everything changed - with a swipe of its claws a blue gryphon decided her fate, an insignificant cut across her forearm allowing the nanites the creature carried to flood into her system. Afterward the alterations came rapidly, leaving the poor girl to wander the city in a daze as she struggled to cope with the effects of her first mutations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as shi wrestled with the new instincts bestowed by the nanites. Much of the next week of hir life was spent attempting to either suppress or satisfy these impulses, beginning with the loss of hir virginity to a complete stranger and later culminating in a pregnancy by the same man. The father soon gave in further to the infection, choosing to become fully feral and leaving hir very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This dark period in hir life eventually came to an end, however, with a chance meeting in the Zephyr lobby in which shi overheard a conversation between a pair of interesting strangers. These individuals - the Russian human Raifuru and the Irish wolf beast Taggart - became friend and rival respectively, both inspiring hir in their own way to regain hir lost self-control before it was too late. Hir closeness with Raifuru in part led to hir interest in the Skunkworks (then the city&#039;s only attempt at actual industry), which shi viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying hir work and the companionship of hir fellow employees and friends. Sadly this would not last - a series of distressing events beginning with a shooting in Zephyr&#039;s main lobby caused a severe personal crisis for the gryphoness that resulted in hir complete abandonment of not only the Skunkworks but Zephyr as a whole. Shi went on to adopt the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and an entirely new form - that of a Harbinger Lynx - as shi put a comfortable distance between hirself and hir past, searching for something to fill the void left uncovered by hir departure from the group that had given hir a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shi would find that something in a wildly unexpected place. Over time hir rivalry with Taggart had slowly developed into friendship, and even something more - always casual, but with an unfamiliar spark shi couldn&#039;t quite identify. At least, not until hir first visit to New Ireland, the dream the wolf was steadily making into a reality with his own two hands. Though the details of that night are known only to the two of them, one thing became abundantly clear to both: That they had, quite by accident, fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lynx currently leads a happy life with hir mate at New Ireland, doing what shi can to help him build both his dream and a family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== For Funsies  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;amp;lt; FOES &amp;amp;gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; [&amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp;] Unnatural Force - Void &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; [0% 8/15760 ]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; --&amp;amp;lt; ALLIES &amp;amp;gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; [&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; ] Giant Robot &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp;[100% &amp;amp;nbsp; 823/ 823 EN 100]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; [&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; ] Giant Robot &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp;[1% &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp;8/ 685 EN 100]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; [&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; ] Taggart &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; [62% &amp;amp;nbsp; 1053/ 1679 EN 19]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; [&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;nbsp;TURN &amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;lt;&amp;amp;lt;] Ferox &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;nbsp;[100% 1165/ 1165 EN 54]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp;lt;Power&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void is defeated by Ferox!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; [Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Taggart gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; [Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;amp;lt;Ferox&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;Epic .454 Casull Headshot&amp;amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s how we roll.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=996</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=996"/>
		<updated>2011-05-19T12:47:47Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: /* For Funsies */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alias: Ferox&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Ferox, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 4 starting at head sized F cup sized breasts. The breasts under the first top pair are smaller. Row 2 is plump C cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws.  Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;.  A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 above average tapered and barbed feline penises. measuring 10 inches.  Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a normal sized cunt. With mild effort, it can stretch to 8 inches long and 5 inches around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cat-slitted crimson eyes gaze out from a youthful face, framed by silky black hair worn in a deceptively careless style that falls to hir shoulderblades, a lingering reminder of the human female shi once was. Further traces of hir former self can be found in hir below average height and lithe figure, but hidden beneath this unimposing build lies a quiet strength not unlike that of the feline predator shi now resembles. White fur with darker markings blankets that body, shifting abruptly to soft feathers of a similar coloration as it reaches the pair of large wings folded neatly against hir back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Torn, baggy jeans ride low on hir hips, belted with a length of steel chain and not quite met at the waist by a dark grey tank top that strains to contain the considerable bust above hir exposed midriff. Shi travels light, relying upon only a small black backpack tucked between hir wings to house most of hir gear, and stands on padded digitigrade feet that remain bare, ill-suited as they are to filling human shoes. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to the tags at hir throat. Though perhaps less impressive at a glance than some of the other firearms available within the city, the large handguns are chambered for the devastating .454 Casull round, rendering them quite deadly in hir capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Recent History ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped the small town she called home unscathed. Unfortunately for her, she fled in the wrong direction - after several desperate and lonely days in the wilderness she arrived in Fairhaven, only to be snatched up by Zephyr and presented with a tantalizing offer: Food, shelter, and hope in exchange for becoming a field agent, whatever that entailed. Hardly in any position to refuse, she agreed, tragically unaware of just what she was signing up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For several days the human teenager fared remarkably well against the stray mutants near Zephyr headquarters, miraculously avoiding mutation and beginning to fancy herself invincible. But in an instant, everything changed - with a swipe of its claws a blue gryphon decided her fate, an insignificant cut across her forearm allowing the nanites the creature carried to flood into her system. Afterward the alterations came rapidly, leaving the poor girl to wander the city in a daze as she struggled to cope with the effects of her first mutations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as shi wrestled with the new instincts bestowed by the nanites. Much of the next week of hir life was spent attempting to either suppress or satisfy these impulses, beginning with the loss of hir virginity to a complete stranger and later culminating in a pregnancy by the same man. The father soon gave in further to the infection, choosing to become fully feral and leaving hir very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This dark period in hir life eventually came to an end, however, with a chance meeting in the Zephyr lobby in which shi overheard a conversation between a pair of interesting strangers. These individuals - the Russian human Raifuru and the Irish wolf beast Taggart - became friend and rival respectively, both inspiring hir in their own way to regain hir lost self-control before it was too late. Hir closeness with Raifuru in part led to hir interest in the Skunkworks (then the city&#039;s only attempt at actual industry), which shi viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying hir work and the companionship of hir fellow employees and friends. Sadly this would not last - a series of distressing events beginning with a shooting in Zephyr&#039;s main lobby caused a severe personal crisis for the gryphoness that resulted in hir complete abandonment of not only the Skunkworks but Zephyr as a whole. Shi went on to adopt the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and an entirely new form - that of a Harbinger Lynx - as shi put a comfortable distance between hirself and hir past, searching for something to fill the void left uncovered by hir departure from the group that had given hir a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shi would find that something in a wildly unexpected place. Over time hir rivalry with Taggart had slowly developed into friendship, and even something more - always casual, but with an unfamiliar spark shi couldn&#039;t quite identify. At least, not until hir first visit to New Ireland, the dream the wolf was steadily making into a reality with his own two hands. Though the details of that night are known only to the two of them, one thing became abundantly clear to both: That they had, quite by accident, fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lynx currently leads a happy life with hir mate at New Ireland, doing what shi can to help him build both his dream and a family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== For Funsies ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;lt; FOES &amp;gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;lt;&amp;lt;        ] Unnatural Force - Void       [0%       8/15760              ]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;lt; ALLIES &amp;gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;] Giant Robot                  [100%   823/  823        EN 100]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;] Giant Robot                  [1%       8/  685        EN 100]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;    ] Taggart                      [62%   1053/ 1679        EN  19]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;gt;&amp;gt; TURN &amp;lt;&amp;lt;] Ferox                        [100%  1165/ 1165        EN  54]&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;Power&amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void is defeated by Ferox!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Taggart gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Unnatural Force - Void screeches as it fades back into the void, defeated. Victorious, you claim the Void Totem. Now all you need to do is bring it back to the Mysterious Cloaked Figure...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/////// Battle Clear! ///////&amp;gt;use rest&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
XP Gained: 8.8  --  Freecred Gained: 47.2&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;Ferox&amp;gt;&amp;lt;Epic .454 Casull Headshot&amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s how we roll.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=995</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=995"/>
		<updated>2011-05-19T12:39:30Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alias: Ferox&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Ferox, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 4 starting at head sized F cup sized breasts. The breasts under the first top pair are smaller. Row 2 is plump C cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws.  Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;.  A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 above average tapered and barbed feline penises. measuring 10 inches.  Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a normal sized cunt. With mild effort, it can stretch to 8 inches long and 5 inches around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cat-slitted crimson eyes gaze out from a youthful face, framed by silky black hair worn in a deceptively careless style that falls to hir shoulderblades, a lingering reminder of the human female shi once was. Further traces of hir former self can be found in hir below average height and lithe figure, but hidden beneath this unimposing build lies a quiet strength not unlike that of the feline predator shi now resembles. White fur with darker markings blankets that body, shifting abruptly to soft feathers of a similar coloration as it reaches the pair of large wings folded neatly against hir back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Torn, baggy jeans ride low on hir hips, belted with a length of steel chain and not quite met at the waist by a dark grey tank top that strains to contain the considerable bust above hir exposed midriff. Shi travels light, relying upon only a small black backpack tucked between hir wings to house most of hir gear, and stands on padded digitigrade feet that remain bare, ill-suited as they are to filling human shoes. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to the tags at hir throat. Though perhaps less impressive at a glance than some of the other firearms available within the city, the large handguns are chambered for the devastating .454 Casull round, rendering them quite deadly in hir capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Recent History ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped the small town she called home unscathed. Unfortunately for her, she fled in the wrong direction - after several desperate and lonely days in the wilderness she arrived in Fairhaven, only to be snatched up by Zephyr and presented with a tantalizing offer: Food, shelter, and hope in exchange for becoming a field agent, whatever that entailed. Hardly in any position to refuse, she agreed, tragically unaware of just what she was signing up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For several days the human teenager fared remarkably well against the stray mutants near Zephyr headquarters, miraculously avoiding mutation and beginning to fancy herself invincible. But in an instant, everything changed - with a swipe of its claws a blue gryphon decided her fate, an insignificant cut across her forearm allowing the nanites the creature carried to flood into her system. Afterward the alterations came rapidly, leaving the poor girl to wander the city in a daze as she struggled to cope with the effects of her first mutations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as shi wrestled with the new instincts bestowed by the nanites. Much of the next week of hir life was spent attempting to either suppress or satisfy these impulses, beginning with the loss of hir virginity to a complete stranger and later culminating in a pregnancy by the same man. The father soon gave in further to the infection, choosing to become fully feral and leaving hir very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This dark period in hir life eventually came to an end, however, with a chance meeting in the Zephyr lobby in which shi overheard a conversation between a pair of interesting strangers. These individuals - the Russian human Raifuru and the Irish wolf beast Taggart - became friend and rival respectively, both inspiring hir in their own way to regain hir lost self-control before it was too late. Hir closeness with Raifuru in part led to hir interest in the Skunkworks (then the city&#039;s only attempt at actual industry), which shi viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying hir work and the companionship of hir fellow employees and friends. Sadly this would not last - a series of distressing events beginning with a shooting in Zephyr&#039;s main lobby caused a severe personal crisis for the gryphoness that resulted in hir complete abandonment of not only the Skunkworks but Zephyr as a whole. Shi went on to adopt the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and an entirely new form - that of a Harbinger Lynx - as shi put a comfortable distance between hirself and hir past, searching for something to fill the void left uncovered by hir departure from the group that had given hir a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shi would find that something in a wildly unexpected place. Over time hir rivalry with Taggart had slowly developed into friendship, and even something more - always casual, but with an unfamiliar spark shi couldn&#039;t quite identify. At least, not until hir first visit to New Ireland, the dream the wolf was steadily making into a reality with his own two hands. Though the details of that night are known only to the two of them, one thing became abundantly clear to both: That they had, quite by accident, fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lynx currently leads a happy life with hir mate at New Ireland, doing what shi can to help him build both his dream and a family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== For Funsies ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;lt; FOES &amp;gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;lt;&amp;lt;        ] Unnatural Force - Void       [0%       8/15760              ]&lt;br /&gt;
--&amp;lt; ALLIES &amp;gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;] Giant Robot                  [100%   823/  823        EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;] Giant Robot                  [1%       8/  685        EN 100]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;    ] Taggart                      [62%   1053/ 1679        EN  19]&lt;br /&gt;
[&amp;gt;&amp;gt; TURN &amp;lt;&amp;lt;] Ferox                        [100%  1165/ 1165        EN  54]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;Power&amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void is defeated by Ferox!&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Taggart gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;Salvage&amp;gt; Taggart checks for Chemical salvage with a 4.6% chance.&lt;br /&gt;
Unnatural Force - Void screeches as it fades back into the void, defeated. Victorious, you claim the Void Totem. Now all you need to do is bring it back to the Mysterious Cloaked Figure...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;Badge&amp;gt; You gain the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge! See +badge.&lt;br /&gt;
[Badges] Avatar says, &amp;quot;Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
You are rewarded by your superiors with 257 freecreds for your accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;
Ferox gains 8.803 XP.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;Group&amp;gt; Your group gains 1.76 xp.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;Salvage&amp;gt; Ferox checks for Chemical salvage with a 3.5% chance.&lt;br /&gt;
6% chance of Nanite&lt;br /&gt;
Ferox receives 47.2 FreeCreds.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/////// Battle Clear! ///////&amp;gt;use rest&lt;br /&gt;
XP Gained: 8.8  --  Freecred Gained: 47.2&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;Ferox&amp;gt;&amp;lt;Epic .454 Casull Headshot&amp;gt; Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s how we roll.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=825</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=825"/>
		<updated>2011-05-09T21:13:08Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alias: Ferox&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Ferox, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 4 starting at head sized F cup sized breasts. The breasts under the first top pair are smaller. Row 2 is plump C cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws.  Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;.  A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 above average tapered and barbed feline penises. measuring 10 inches.  Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a normal sized cunt. With mild effort, it can stretch to 8 inches long and 5 inches around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Regular exposure to the nanite infection keeps this creature&#039;s body in a constant state of flux, but over time stability has gradually begun to emerge, most visibly in the pair of large, feathered wings ever-present upon hir back, primarily white but fading quickly to deep black at each wingtip. Always rather short and graced with a lithe figure, hir movements tend to be quick and silent, not unlike the feline predator shi often resembles; however, this unimposing build hides great strength of both body and mind - enough, at least, to survive and even prosper in a city where most have not. Silky black hair falls to hir shoulderblades in a deceptively careless style, a final, stubborn reminder of the human female shi once was.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Torn, baggy jeans ride low on hir hips, belted with a length of steel chain and not quite met at the waist by a dark grey tank top that strains to contain the considerable bust above hir exposed midriff. Shi travels light, relying upon only a small black backpack tucked between hir wings to house most of hir gear, and stands on padded digitigrade feet that remain bare, ill-suited as they are to filling human shoes. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to the tags at hir throat. Though perhaps less impressive at a glance than some of the other firearms available within the city, the large handguns are chambered for the devastating .454 Casull round, rendering them quite deadly in hir capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Recent History ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped the small town she called home unscathed. Unfortunately for her, she fled in the wrong direction - after several desperate and lonely days in the wilderness she arrived in Fairhaven, only to be snatched up by Zephyr and presented with a tantalizing offer: Food, shelter, and hope in exchange for becoming a field agent, whatever that entailed. Hardly in any position to refuse, she agreed, tragically unaware of just what she was signing up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For several days the human teenager fared remarkably well against the stray mutants near Zephyr headquarters, miraculously avoiding mutation and beginning to fancy herself invincible. But in an instant, everything changed - with a swipe of its claws a blue gryphon decided her fate, an insignificant cut across her forearm allowing the nanites the creature carried to flood into her system. Afterward the alterations came rapidly, leaving the poor girl to wander the city in a daze as she struggled to cope with the effects of her first mutations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as shi wrestled with the new instincts bestowed by the nanites. Much of the next week of hir life was spent attempting to either suppress or satisfy these impulses, beginning with the loss of hir virginity to a complete stranger and later culminating in a pregnancy by the same man. The father soon gave in further to the infection, choosing to become fully feral and leaving hir very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This dark period in hir life eventually came to an end, however, with a chance meeting in the Zephyr lobby in which shi overheard a conversation between a pair of interesting strangers. These individuals - the Russian human Raifuru and the Irish wolf beast Taggart - became friend and rival respectively, both inspiring hir in their own way to regain hir lost self-control before it was too late. Hir closeness with Raifuru in part led to hir interest in the Skunkworks (then the city&#039;s only attempt at actual industry), which shi viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying hir work and the companionship of hir fellow employees and friends. Sadly this would not last - a series of distressing events beginning with a shooting in Zephyr&#039;s main lobby caused a severe personal crisis for the gryphoness that resulted in hir complete abandonment of not only the Skunkworks but Zephyr as a whole. Shi went on to adopt the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and an entirely new form - that of a Harbinger Lynx - as shi put a comfortable distance between hirself and hir past, searching for something to fill the void left uncovered by hir departure from the group that had given hir a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shi would find that something in a wildly unexpected place. Over time hir rivalry with Taggart had slowly developed into friendship, and even something more - always casual, but with an unfamiliar spark shi couldn&#039;t quite identify. At least, not until hir first visit to New Ireland, the dream the wolf was steadily making into a reality with his own two hands. Though the details of that night are known only to the two of them, one thing became abundantly clear to both: That they had, quite by accident, fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lynx currently leads a happy life with hir mate at New Ireland, doing what shi can to help him build both his dream and a family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=824</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=824"/>
		<updated>2011-05-09T21:10:18Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alias: Ferox&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Lyria, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 2 large D cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws. Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;. A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks. measuring 8 inches. Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a standard vagina. With mild effort, it can stretch to 6 inches long and 4 inches around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Regular exposure to the nanite infection keeps this creature&#039;s body in a constant state of flux, but over time stability has gradually begun to emerge, most visibly in the pair of large, feathered wings ever-present upon hir back, primarily white but fading quickly to deep black at each wingtip. Always rather short and graced with a lithe figure, hir movements tend to be quick and silent, not unlike the feline predator shi often resembles; however, this unimposing build hides great strength of both body and mind - enough, at least, to survive and even prosper in a city where most have not. Silky black hair falls to hir shoulderblades in a deceptively careless style, a final, stubborn reminder of the human female shi once was.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Torn, baggy jeans ride low on hir hips, belted with a length of steel chain and not quite met at the waist by a dark grey tank top that strains to contain the considerable bust above hir exposed midriff. Shi travels light, relying upon only a small black backpack tucked between hir wings to house most of hir gear, and stands on padded digitigrade feet that remain bare, ill-suited as they are to filling human shoes. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to the tags at hir throat. Though perhaps less impressive at a glance than some of the other firearms available within the city, the large handguns are chambered for the devastating .454 Casull round, rendering them quite deadly in hir capable hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Recent History ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped the small town she called home unscathed. Unfortunately for her, she fled in the wrong direction - after several desperate and lonely days in the wilderness she arrived in Fairhaven, only to be snatched up by Zephyr and presented with a tantalizing offer: Food, shelter, and hope in exchange for becoming a field agent, whatever that entailed. Hardly in any position to refuse, she agreed, tragically unaware of just what she was signing up for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For several days the human teenager fared remarkably well against the stray mutants near Zephyr headquarters, miraculously avoiding mutation and beginning to fancy herself invincible. But in an instant, everything changed - with a swipe of its claws a blue gryphon decided her fate, an insignificant cut across her forearm allowing the nanites the creature carried to flood into her system. Afterward the alterations came rapidly, leaving the poor girl to wander the city in a daze as she struggled to cope with the effects of her first mutations.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as shi wrestled with the new instincts bestowed by the nanites. Much of the next week of hir life was spent attempting to either suppress or satisfy these impulses, beginning with the loss of hir virginity to a complete stranger and later culminating in a pregnancy by the same man. The father soon gave in further to the infection, choosing to become fully feral and leaving hir very much alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This dark period in hir life eventually came to an end, however, with a chance meeting in the Zephyr lobby in which shi overheard a conversation between a pair of interesting strangers. These individuals - the Russian human Raifuru and the Irish wolf beast Taggart - became friend and rival respectively, both inspiring hir in their own way to regain hir lost self-control before it was too late. Hir closeness with Raifuru in part led to hir interest in the Skunkworks (then the city&#039;s only attempt at actual industry), which shi viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying hir work and the companionship of hir fellow employees and friends. Sadly this would not last - a series of distressing events beginning with a shooting in Zephyr&#039;s main lobby caused a severe personal crisis for the gryphoness that resulted in hir complete abandonment of not only the Skunkworks but Zephyr as a whole. Shi went on to adopt the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and an entirely new form - that of a Harbinger Lynx - as shi put a comfortable distance between hirself and hir past, searching for something to fill the void left uncovered by hir departure from the group that had given hir a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shi would find that something in a wildly unexpected place. Over time hir rivalry with Taggart had slowly developed into friendship, and even something more - always casual, but with an unfamiliar spark shi couldn&#039;t quite identify. At least, not until hir first visit to New Ireland, the dream the wolf was steadily making into a reality with his own two hands. Though the details of that night are known only to the two of them, one thing became abundantly clear to both: That they had, quite by accident, fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lynx currently leads a happy life with hir mate at New Ireland, doing what shi can to help him build both his dream and a family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=790</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=790"/>
		<updated>2011-05-05T15:29:40Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alias: Ferox&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
UPDATE: After months of dedicated service a series of distressing events caused Lyria Masters to go rogue, adopting the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and publicly severing ties to Zephyr. Shi no longer claims allegiance to any particular faction or group, citing an inability to carry out hir duties as hir reason for leaving the Zephyr-aligned Skunkworks. Shi currently claims neutrality in the conflict between the factions, though attacks by Zephyr agents have forced hir to distance hirself from the company as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Lyria, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 2 large D cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws. Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;. A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks. measuring 8 inches. Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a standard vagina. With mild effort, it can stretch to 6 inches long and 4 inches around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once an average human female, the only true remaining constant in this creature&#039;s form is a pair of large, feathered wings, primarily white but fading quickly to deep black at each wingtip. Rather short and graced with a lithe figure, hir movements tend to be quick and silent, not unlike the feline predator shi usually resembles. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A pair of torn, baggy jeans cover hir legs, belted with a length of steel chain to ride low on hir noticeable hips, not quite met at hir waist by a short dark grey tank top that leaves a bit of bare midriff exposed. Shi travels light, relying upon a sturdy black backpack tucked between hir wings to house most of hir gear, its pockets always clinking with infection vials and spare ammunition. Hir padded digitigrade feet remain bare, though this doesn&#039;t seem to bother hir in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to hir dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=787</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=787"/>
		<updated>2011-05-04T15:52:35Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alias: Ferox&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
UPDATE: After months of dedicated service a series of distressing events caused Lyria Masters to go rogue, adopting the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and publicly severing ties to Zephyr. Shi no longer claims allegiance to any particular faction or group, citing an inability to carry out hir duties as hir reason for leaving the Zephyr-aligned Skunkworks. Shi currently claims neutrality in the conflict between the factions, though attacks by Zephyr agents have forced hir to distance hirself from the company as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Lyria, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 2 large D cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws. Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;. A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks. measuring 8 inches. Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a standard vagina. With mild effort, it can stretch to 6 inches long and 4 inches around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once an average human female, the only true remaining constant in this creature&#039;s form is a pair of large, feathered wings, primarily white but fading quickly to deep black at each wingtip. Rather short and graced with a lithe figure, hir movements tend to be quick and silent, not unlike the feline predator shi usually resembles. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A pair of torn, baggy jeans that cover hir legs, belted with a length of steel chain and met at hir waist by a dark grey tank top. Shi travels light, relying upon a sturdy black backpack tucked between hir wings to house most of hir gear. Hir digitigrade feet remain bare, though this doesn&#039;t seem to bother hir in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to hir dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=786</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=786"/>
		<updated>2011-05-04T07:58:39Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alias: Ferox&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Real Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
UPDATE: After months of dedicated service a series of distressing events caused Lyria Masters to go rogue, adopting the alias &amp;quot;Ferox&amp;quot; and publicly severing ties to Zephyr. Shi no longer claims allegiance to any particular faction or group, citing an inability to carry out hir duties as hir reason for leaving the Zephyr-aligned Skunkworks. Shi currently claims neutrality in the conflict between the factions, though attacks by Zephyr agents have forced hir to distance hirself from the company as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Lyria, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 2 large D cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws. Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;. A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks. measuring 8 inches. Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a standard vagina. With mild effort, it can stretch to 6 inches long and 4 inches around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once a human female by the name Lyria Masters, the only remaining constant in this creature&#039;s form is a pair of large, feathered wings, primarily white but fading quickly to deep black at each wingtip. Rather short and graced with a lithe figure, hir movements tend to be quick and silent, not unlike the feline predator shi usually resembles. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A pair of torn, baggy jeans that cover hir legs, belted with a length of steel chain and met at hir waist by a dark grey tank top. Shi travels light, relying upon a sturdy black backpack tucked between hir wings to house most of hir gear. Hir digitigrade feet remain bare, though this doesn&#039;t seem to bother hir in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to hir dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Lyria&amp;diff=785</id>
		<title>User:Lyria</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Lyria&amp;diff=785"/>
		<updated>2011-05-04T07:37:09Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: moved User:Lyria to User:Ferox: Character renamed!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;#REDIRECT [[User:Ferox]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=784</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=784"/>
		<updated>2011-05-04T07:37:09Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: moved User:Lyria to User:Ferox: Character renamed!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Special Note: Harbors a strange fascination with explosives and fire. Utilizes fire extensively in combat. Exercise caution, even when fighting alongside hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
UPDATE: After months of dedicated service a series of events caused Lyria Masters to go rogue, publicly severing ties to Zephyr and refusing to support the company any longer. Shi no longer claims allegiance to any particular faction or group, citing an inability to carry out hir duties as hir reason for leaving the Zephyr-aligned Skunkworks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Lyria, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 2 large D cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws. Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;. A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks. measuring 8 inches. Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a standard vagina. With mild effort, it can stretch to 6 inches long and 4 inches around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once a human female, the only remaining constant in this creature&#039;s form is a pair of large, feathered wings, primarily white but fading quickly to deep black at hir wingtips. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A length of steel chain serves as a belt for the pair of torn, baggy jeans that cover hir legs, met at hir waist by a dark grey tank top with slits running down the back to accomodate hir wings. Shi wears an advanced NERU combat harness strapped across hir chest and a sturdy black pack upon hir back to house the rest of hir gear. Shi is barefoot, finding it difficult to scavenge shoes that will comfortably fit digitigrade feet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to hir dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=773</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=773"/>
		<updated>2011-05-02T05:52:07Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American (of French descent)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Special Note: Harbors a strange fascination with explosives and fire. Utilizes fire extensively in combat. Exercise caution, even when fighting alongside hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
UPDATE: After months of dedicated service a series of events caused Lyria Masters to go rogue, publicly severing ties to Zephyr and refusing to support the company any longer. Shi no longer claims allegiance to any particular faction or group, citing an inability to carry out hir duties as hir reason for leaving the Zephyr-aligned Skunkworks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Lyria, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 2 large D cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws. Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;. A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks. measuring 8 inches. Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a standard vagina. With mild effort, it can stretch to 6 inches long and 4 inches around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once a human female, the only remaining constant in this creature&#039;s form is a pair of large, feathered wings, primarily white but fading quickly to deep black at hir wingtips. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A length of steel chain serves as a belt for the pair of torn, baggy jeans that cover hir legs, met at hir waist by a dark grey tank top with slits running down the back to accomodate hir wings. Shi wears an advanced NERU combat harness strapped across hir chest and a sturdy black pack upon hir back to house the rest of hir gear. Shi is barefoot, finding it difficult to scavenge shoes that will comfortably fit digitigrade feet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to hir dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=772</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=772"/>
		<updated>2011-05-02T03:29:02Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: None (formerly Zephyr, Skunkworks)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: None&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Special Note: Harbors a strange fascination with explosives and fire. Utilizes fire extensively in combat. Exercise caution, even when fighting alongside hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
UPDATE: After months of dedicated service a series of events caused Lyria Masters to go rogue, publicly severing ties to Zephyr and refusing to support the company any longer. Shi no longer claims allegiance to any particular faction or group, citing an inability to carry out hir duties as hir reason for leaving the Zephyr-aligned Skunkworks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Lyria, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 2 large D cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws. Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;. A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks. measuring 8 inches. Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a standard vagina. With mild effort, it can stretch to 6 inches long and 4 inches around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once a human female, the only remaining constant in this creature&#039;s form is a pair of large, feathered wings, primarily white but fading quickly to deep black at hir wingtips. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A length of steel chain serves as a belt for the pair of torn, baggy jeans that cover hir legs, met at hir waist by a dark grey tank top with slits running down the back to accomodate hir wings. Shi wears an advanced NERU combat harness strapped across hir chest and a sturdy black pack upon hir back to house the rest of hir gear. Shi is barefoot, finding it difficult to scavenge shoes that will comfortably fit digitigrade feet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hir soft voice and generally calm demeanor are offset by a pair of matte black Mateba Model 6 Hunter Autorevolvers in matching holsters at hir hips, their long barrels inscribed in a similar fashion to hir dog tags.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=768</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=768"/>
		<updated>2011-04-28T10:46:25Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: Zephyr, Skunkworks&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: Guard Sergeant&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Special Note: Harbors a strange fascination with explosives and fire. Preferred combat style is based primarily around a belt-fed 40mm automatic grenade launcher, though shi is also capable of breathing fire to dissuade enemies from drawing too close. Exercise extreme caution, even when fighting alongside hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Lyria, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 2 large D cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws. Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;. A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks. measuring 8 inches. Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a standard vagina. With mild effort, it can stretch to 6 inches long and 4 inches around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once a human female, the only remaining constant in this creature&#039;s form is a pair of large, feathered wings, primarily white but quickly fading to deep black at hir wingtips. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each: ANGELUS on one, MORTIS across the other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A pair of worn, baggy jeans cover hir legs, met at hir waist by a sleeveless dark grey shirt over which shi wears a NERU combat harness. A nanite collector rests at hir hip in a makeshift holster supported by the steel chain that serves as hir belt, and upon hir back is a sturdy black pack that houses most of the rest of hir gear. A wire snakes up from within one of its many pockets, splitting in two and ending in a pair of earbuds that hang over hir shoulders when not in use. Shi is barefoot, finding it difficult to scavenge shoes that will comfortably fit digitigrade feet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Surprisingly strong, shi carries a black Mk 47 Striker Grenade Machine Gun with apparent ease, the meter-long weapon heavily modified for use while on the move. An attached laser sight makes aiming a breeze while a belt of 40x53mm grenades feeds the hungry gun from an ammo box under hir backpack. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=767</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=767"/>
		<updated>2011-04-28T10:37:27Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;== Character Details  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: Zephyr, Skunkworks&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: Guard Sergeant&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Special Note: Harbors a strange fascination with explosives and fire. Preferred combat style is based primarily around a belt-fed 40mm automatic grenade launcher, though shi is also capable of breathing fire to dissuade enemies from drawing too close. Exercise extreme caution, even when fighting alongside hir. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking over Lyria, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 2 large D cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws. Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;. A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks. measuring 8 inches. Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a standard vagina. With mild effort, it can stretch to 6 inches long and 4 inches around. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once a human female, the only remaining constant in this creature&#039;s form is a pair of large, feathered wings, primarily pure white but fading quickly to deepest black at hir wingtips. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each: ANGELUS on one, MORTIS across the other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A pair of worn, baggy jeans cover hir legs, met at hir waist by a sleeveless dark grey shirt over which shi wears a NERU combat harness. A nanite collector rests at hir hip in a makeshift holster supported by the steel chain that serves as hir belt, and upon hir back is a sturdy black pack that houses most of the rest of hir gear. A wire snakes up from within one of its many pockets, splitting in two and ending in a pair of earbuds that hang over hir shoulders when not in use. Shi is barefoot, finding it difficult to scavenge shoes that will comfortably fit digitigrade feet. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Surprisingly strong, shi carries a black Mk 47 Striker Grenade Machine Gun with apparent ease, the meter-long weapon heavily modified for use while on the move. An attached laser sight makes aiming a breeze while a belt of 40x53mm grenades feeds the hungry gun from an ammo box under hir backpack. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=User:Ferox&amp;diff=766</id>
		<title>User:Ferox</title>
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		<updated>2011-04-28T10:09:58Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Lyria: Created page with &amp;quot;== Character Details  ==  Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Nationality: American&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Allegiance: Zephyr, Skunkworks&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Occupation: Guard Sergeant&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; Preferred Strain: H...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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Name: Lyria Masters&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Age: Sixteen&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nationality: American&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Allegiance: Zephyr, Skunkworks&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Occupation: Guard Sergeant&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx&lt;br /&gt;
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Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to hir often hot-headed circle of friends. Tends to seek balance in all things. Holds a strong sense of justice, but is highly unpredictable on the rare occasions that hir self-control falters. Though not feral, shi appears quite comfortable with the nanite infection and would, if pressed, likely fight against any permanent cure forced upon hir. &lt;br /&gt;
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Special Note: Harbors a strange fascination with explosives and fire. Preferred combat style is based primarily around a belt-fed 40mm automatic grenade launcher, though shi is also capable of breathing fire to dissuade enemies from drawing too close. Exercise extreme caution, even when fighting alongside hir. &lt;br /&gt;
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== Default Appearance  ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking over Lyria, hir body is covered in soft, pale mottled fur-covered flesh. Hir head is feline, bearing pointed ears with black tufts of fur, a fluffy ruff at the neck, and preternaturally compelling crimson eyes. Hir body is slender and powerful, moving with uncanny grace and efficiency. Shi has 2 large D cup sized breasts. Hir arms are wiry and surprisingly strong, ending in soft paws that conceal needle-sharp claws. Hir legs are lithe and muscular, embodying several interpretations of the phrase &amp;quot;dangerous curves&amp;quot;. A long, narrow cat tail flows from hir rear, forking into two halfway down its length. A private peek would reveal that shi has: Shi has 2 heavy tapered and barbed feline cocks. measuring 8 inches. Shi has large sized balls. Shi has a standard vagina. With mild effort, it can stretch to 6 inches long and 4 inches around. &lt;br /&gt;
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Once a human female, the only remaining constant in this creature&#039;s form is a pair of large, feathered wings, primarily white but fading quickly to deepest black at hir wingtips. A pair of steel dog tags hang from a ball chain around hir neck, their polished surfaces crudely etched with a single word each. &lt;br /&gt;
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A pair of worn, baggy jeans cover hir legs, met at hir waist by a sleeveless dark grey shirt over which shi wears a NERU combat harness. A nanite collector rests at hir hip in a makeshift holster supported by the steel chain that serves as hir belt, and upon hir back is a sturdy black pack that houses most of the rest of hir gear. A wire snakes up from within one of its many pockets, splitting in two and ending in a pair of earbuds that hang over hir shoulders when not in use. Shi is barefoot, finding it difficult to scavenge shoes that will comfortably fit digitigrade feet. &lt;br /&gt;
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Surprisingly strong, shi carries a black Mk 47 Striker Grenade Machine Gun with apparent ease, the meter-long weapon heavily modified for use while on the move. An attached laser sight makes aiming a breeze while a belt of 40x53mm grenades feeds the hungry gun from an ammo box under hir backpack. &lt;br /&gt;
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== Origins  ==&lt;br /&gt;
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Ask in-game, it&#039;s more fun that way! I&#039;ll put it here too when I&#039;m done being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Lyria</name></author>
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