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| Windra | Jun 16 2009, 05:03 PM Post #1 |
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[Image] Everything Kith @ The Vizir Name Dracara Noen-Pericardia Sanseri-Atusselli do'Kiir'ae-po'Hanaq'i-Katiyiq Vul Pathaqt d'Hanaq po'Kavusmaq'i "The Walking AED" Age 25 Human Years (She does not know her Kith equivalent.) Gender Vaernaag (More or less female) Race Lae'il Kith Profession EMT-Basic Home District A small cabin in The Woods. Guild Affiliation Sirwoz Combine Petty Underling with Desirable Traits Physical Description Not necessarily youthful and not very old either, Dracara has an impressive physique that would make others shudder and slink away at the slightest opening. She stands at a brisk 4'9" and is fit as a fiddle: slender enough to run long distances in short times, but with strong enough muscles to empower a knock-out punch on a flaming Balrog. Her yellow fur is short and smooth to the touch, not nearly as fluffy as others of her species and kin. Now ... she dislikes being puffy, but still loves to see that same puff on others. Make sense? I didn't think so. In any case she will find any excess fur and cut it off post-haste to keep the stuff from building up. Her violent stripes vary from dark slate gray to pitch black. A mop of scraggly white (yes, white hair descends to about the end of the skull's occipital bone and ends in frays and uneven ends - she was never one for neatness and fashion, and is not about to start on that trend now. Slightly elongated snout extending below silver eyes. Her maw holds sharpened teeth well capable of rending flesh to shreds. Dracara's ears are huge, matching the size of her skull with ease: they are typically victimized by small white tufts of fur that jut from external auditory meatus. Dracara does not have fully-formed wings due to a birth defect. The stubs remain attached to her backs and she keeps them as mementos to remind her of who she is: the bird that will never fly. Her left arm was lost due to an unfortunate accident in the past, but she gets along fine without it. As far as clothing is concerned ... she will typically deck out in comfortable, baggy clothes; Loose-fitting; Shorts; Large blouses ... Don't ever try to get her into a dress. You're liable to lose one of your limbs. Mental Description Dracara learned a long time ago that her life was going to get rough. Very rough. It started with having no wings and expanded to include losing one's arm and her entire family ... or at least the family she grew to know and love and accept as her own even though they had different bloodlines and were of different species. So it is safe to say that her temperament evolved into something more ... substantial. The fragile little girl that was became the tough cookie. Her mindset: cynical, sarcastic, rough around the edges. There is nothing "soft" about her. No insecurity. No sadness. She has seen pain and moved on, dealt with it, grown from witnessing and being part of the experiences she never wanted to have. In other words, she is very cold. Emotionless. A heart of ice. Or steel, because it seems unbreakable, unbendable ... Those demeanors lead her to become one very respected medical technician, because she could stare down an incident no matter how grueling and hand down the commands and carry out the orders without even flinching. You have a gored patient who was run over by a truck and is now lying underneath the wheel? Not a damn tear to be shed. She just does her job and moves on to the next one. Fitted with a seemingly endless patience and the ability to appear stoic no matter the situation, she may not be the softest hand to guide those in need, but she is the most efficient. Dracara does her job damn well. Friends, what few she does have, will refer to her as the Doberman. She keeps privacy private and will not-so kindly tell others to bugger off if they try to pry. Should something be done that offends her, this Kith will not hesitate to bite back. And though Dracara does not show affection to those who have managed to melt through the ice, she will defend them (and her patients) excessively. Religious Beliefs You live. You die. That's it. Inventory Why use a weapon? She IS one. Personal Information Communications Device with a direct link to the EMS, fire engines, and police. Skills and Powers Electrikinesis= Rune power. The ability to generate, manipulate, and shape lightning. It can be used to generate a harmless arm of electricity that will extend from the left stub. It can also be used to defibrillate patients in need of being resuscitated. Vital Eyes= Rune power. Dracara can activate this ability to read statistics of her patients and of others: pulse, pulse oximetry, blood pressure, ECG ... When utilized, her eyes (pupils and sclera) become black. Faults and Weaknesses Dracara cannot use her electrical prowess to revive a patient 100% of the time. The victim must have some sort of heart activity in order for the shocks to be effective. Also, the use of this power drains her, and she must rest afterwards in order to recover, lest burnout occurs. (IE: she will pass out if not given time to recover). Vital Eye readings may not always be accurate. During moments of intense stress, Dracara may read the statistics of herself by accident. This also requires character consent via roleplayer. Her personality has gotten her in more trouble than it is worth ... Family and Friends Johnas= Adoptive Father /deceased - foul play\ Arka = Adoptive Mother /deceased - foul play\ History Do yourself a favor. Don't ask. You'll never get a reply other than a reprimanding look. Sample RP post It didn't take a whole lot of time ... The scene was cleared before any reporters could swing by to take pictures, at least. No paparazzi. No embarrassing photos on the news. No humiliated families struggling to put their name in the good water before things got out of hand. No rumors. No theories. No nonsense. Dracara like it that way. It was clean-cut and simple and that was all there was to it. It'd been a multi-casualty. Three homicides and ten wounded by the exchanged gunfire during the scenario. She had been one of the few in command, as always ... Direct this one to care for that. Have this pair transport. So on, so forth. When one of the victims when into cardiac arrest due to blood loss, she provided the shocks while medics administered IV fluids. Idly she wondered if that guy had died - they took him out of there pretty quietly. It wouldn't surprise her any if he did. And it didn't sadden her, either. Sadden. Sighing, Dracara mustered a look about. Half the folks on-scene were horrified by the gruesomeness of it all and were being held by their comrades, seeking comfort in the midst of the horror. She twitched. Brushed her chin. And then she turned to leave. Best get out of here before some sad sack decided to lean on her. On her way out the door the Kith felt a hand on her shoulder. Incident Commander number two, and he gave an approving nod. "Good job back there." "Mmm," was the gruff, throaty sound, and Dracara stalked out with her head held high. Edited by Windra, Jun 17 2009, 02:52 AM.
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