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| − | Characteristics: A calm and collected counterpoint to | + | 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. |
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| + | 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. | ||
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| + | When paired with her mate Taggart the two are nearly unstoppable in battle. | ||
== Default Appearance == | == Default Appearance == | ||
| − | Looking over Ferox, | + | 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 "dangerous curves". 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. |
| + | 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. | ||
| − | + | 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. | |
| − | + | 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. | |
| − | + | 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. | |
== Recent History == | == Recent History == | ||
| − | Intelligent and athletic even before the nanite outbreak, Lyria Masters is the only known person to have escaped the small town she called home | + | 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. |
| − | 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, | + | 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. |
| − | When Lyria next returned to Zephyr it was as a full-fledged hermaphrodite gryphon, mostly naked and half-feral as | + | 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. |
| − | This dark period in | + | 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's only attempt at actual industry), which she viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect. |
| − | Lyria lived a rather comfortable (if violent) life for a time, enjoying | + | 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'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 "Ferox" 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. |
| − | + | 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'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. | |
| − | The lynx currently leads a happy life with | + | 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. |
== Origins == | == Origins == | ||
Ask in-game, it's more fun that way! I'll put it here too when I'm done being lazy. | Ask in-game, it's more fun that way! I'll put it here too when I'm done being lazy. | ||
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== For Funsies == | == For Funsies == | ||
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[Badges] Avatar says, "Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!" | [Badges] Avatar says, "Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!" | ||
<Ferox><Epic .454 Casull Headshot> Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage! | <Ferox><Epic .454 Casull Headshot> Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage! | ||
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| − | + | Pwned! | |
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Revision as of 22:04, 1 June 2011
Character Details
Aliases: Ferox, Angel of Death
Real Name: Lyria Masters
Age: Sixteen
Nationality: American
Allegiance: None
Occupation: None
Preferred Strain: Harbinger Lynx
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.
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.
When paired with her mate Taggart the two are nearly unstoppable in battle.
Default Appearance
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 "dangerous curves". 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Recent History
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.
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.
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.
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's only attempt at actual industry), which she viewed as a worthy cause and was soon hired to protect.
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'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 "Ferox" 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.
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'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.
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.
Origins
Ask in-game, it's more fun that way! I'll put it here too when I'm done being lazy.
For Funsies
--< FOES >---------------------------------------------------------------- [<< ] Unnatural Force - Void [0% 8/15760 ] --< ALLIES >-------------------------------------------------------------- [>>>>>>>>>> ] Giant Robot [100% 823/ 823 EN 100] [>>>>>>>>>> ] Giant Robot [1% 8/ 685 EN 100] [>>>>>> ] Taggart [62% 1053/ 1679 EN 19] [>> TURN <<] Ferox [100% 1165/ 1165 EN 54] <Power> Unnatural Force - Void is defeated by Ferox! [Badges] Avatar says, "Taggart gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!" [Badges] Avatar says, "Ferox gains the [Black Hole Destroyer] badge!" <Ferox><Epic .454 Casull Headshot> Unnatural Force - Void takes 120 damage! Pwned!
