All About You
Basics! Name: Snow
Age: 5000
Birthdate: Dec 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual (Taken, not interested)
Race: Daoine
Rank: Citizen
Location: Edge City
Appearance:
Height:6'2
Weight:195lbs
Skin Color:White
Eye Color:Emerald green
Hair Color/Length: Snowy White; Shoulder length
Special Characteristics: [spoiler=Wings]Name: Wings
Type: Racial/Personal
Description: Natural wings, a sign of her rank among the nobility. With a span of nearly 20 feet, she presents quiet a sight in flight. They allow for continuous powered flight and gliding; with a range of several thousand miles before a rest is required.
- Immunity:
Name: Immunity
Type: Racial
Description: The vast majority of illness and disease is unable to effect him in any way, shape, or form; due to his species bio-enhancements, unique biology, and overall evolved immunities.
- Alpha Female:
Name: Alpha Female
Type: Personal/Species
Description: The blood of the Alpha runs through Snow's veins; she is a natural leader and always perfectly sure of her actions. Lesser and submissive beings tend to submit to her will without knowing why; and those of dominant persuasions usually wish to fight her.
- Nobility:
Name: Blood Nobility - Highest Caste
Type: Personal
Description:Snow is of the highest caste of nobility of the race; and further born of the highest ranked clan. Her nobility is true and pure, and because of it she is the defacto leader of her race. Beyond this, she has the ability to control any and everyone within the race of lower rank and caste via nothing more then her voice; the control of the nobility perfected in her.
- Weapon Master:
Name: Weapon Master
Type: Personal
Description: Martial training taken to an extreme, Snow is able to pick up and and all weapons and show instant expert mastery of it.
- Even Temper:
Name: Even Temper
Type: Personal
Description: Having spent much of her adult life in training as a monk, Snow possesses an air of indelible calmness about her, and rarely manages to lose her temper. This calmness extends into battle situations, allowing for perfect clarity in even the fiercest fights.
- Armored Fur:
Name: Armored Fur
Type: Racial
Description: The fur of a Daoine; while normally soft as the softest down; has a secret that few know about. Special muscles just below the skin allow the Daoine to control the way their fur sits or flows around their body. In times of diress or combat; they are able to make their fur lay flat and overlapped; much like the scales of a fish or reptile. When flattened as such; the fur acts as a natural coat of armor; repelling all but the strongest physical attacks. Only a being of supernatural or better strength can physically damage the fur or the Daoine it belongs too. However, this only protects from physical attacks such as slashes, piercing, etc. A sufficient blunt force attack can cause bruising or crush bones. This ability does not protect heat or extreme cold; nor does it block psychic, divine, or demonic attacks. So long as the fur remains intact, the Daoine is also protected from vacuums; pressure and a supply of oxygen provided via the air trapped by the fur. (Maximum of 10 hours of protection.)
- Stone Skin:
Name: Stone Skin
Type: Racial
Description: The last line of physical protection a Daoine posesses is their skin itself. While seemingly nothing special to the touch; the skin of a Daoine of the noble or warrior caste is exceedingly tough and resistant to damage. Similar to silk or leather armor; the skin of a Daoine that proesses this racial trait is soft and seemingly normal to the touch; but only the sharpest of blades can cut it; while only physical blows able to break the Daoine's bones are able to bruise. The strength of the skin is relative to the Daoine in question; and is affected by their sub-race (Larger mammals and mythics have stronger skin; smaller mamals, avians, reptiles, etc, have weaker. Warrior caste and High/True Blood Nobility have the strongest.)
- Timeline Lock:
Name: Timeline Lock
Type: Racial/Species
Description: Long, long ago; when the Daoine race was far younger and one of the most powerful empires the world had ever seen; they dabbled with the concepts and implications of time travel. This was the result of research into traveling extreme distances and through areas of space normally impassible to them. It wasn't long into this research and their age of Expansionism that they realized that with the capability for time travel came the very real chance of damaging their own native time line in such a way that they would destroy themselves; even wipe themselves cleanly from existance. Because of this realization; the greatest scientist of the race spent generation upon generation finding a way to prevent this; eventually finding a way to temporally lock the entire race; causing each and every member of the race from that generation forward to be locked to one and only one timeline; the racial timeline itself; which was then locked down to prevent tampering. No matter what the intention; no Daoine can be influenced; damage; or erased by a time based ability. However, any Daoine that posesses time based skills can effect their own existane to a small degree, (Low level time spells such as Haste or Slow from Final Fantasy.)
General Description: Her youth belies her age; a common theme with her people. They retain their youth well into middle and old age; a way to deal with the long lives they lead. She is no exception; if anything, a classic example of such. Her true age puts her solidly in the twilight of her life; the highest nobility gain power at the expense of longevity. 5000 years would not normally be considered an elder; but for her caste, her clan, she is just that; a long lived and wise elder. Her time spent ruling her people took it's toll as well; aging her significantly via the stresses of leadership. When once her fur was a pure, snowy white; for a long time the tips of her ears, tail hands, and muzzle had faded to a dull, listless grey not normally seen on those of her stature. While old; her presence had never diminished; she stood tall, projected power, and made sure there where no questions of whom was in charge.
Her human form was nothing outright special; not anymore. An advantage of age and power was the ability to subtle change her appearance; it took much time and effort; but it was possible. Long ago her hair had been a raven black, her pride and joy of the form; in those days it let her blend into the masses better then the white that marked her nobility. She took much joy from hiding in plain site among her people in those days. Now... she embraces the snow white of her hair; relishes the tie to who she is and who she was, the people she lost and the pride of her race. Physically nothing special; lean but not weak, with a defined musculature that showed she had some measure of physical power. But all that is hidden beneath thick clothing and thicker cloaks; better to hide her appearance and be nothing more then a shadow in the night; an image of jeweled eyes set in pitch black shadows.
Hybrid is a different story; tall, regal, strong; even in her twilight years. Thick fur, the mark of a mountain born clan; even through that her physical power shows; muscles cut and defined. Eyes sharper then a hawks; brighter then jewels; teeth like tiny saws and claws sharper then razors; a study in the animalistic side of their people. Even then, a softness of sorts, wisdom and age in those eyes; she was not a beast, merely appeared as one. A mother with no children of her own; a mother to her people.
Her animal form was simple; large and imposing and classically timber wolf; if a solid white coloration. Not albino; the white was a clean silver color that was healthy and clean and perfect for her world; eyes filled with the intelligence of her mind and the ageless wisdom of the nobility. 5 feet at the shoulder, 14 feet from tip of nose to tip of tail; she was one of the largest wolven born in the history of her people. In this form, she is able to communicate flawlessly via her innate telepathic skills, as well as speaking clearly in any and all languages she already knows.
About You:
History: Training, fighting, politics. That was the childhood of the highest nobility. She was destined to lead; and they made sure no time was wasted in molding her for the job. Her earliest memories where sitting quietly behind her father and grandfather, observing the meeting between the ruling parties and trying to learn their ways. Beyond that; fighting, pain, exhaustion; the hallmarks of a warrior. Her games where war; her education was politics. The only friends she ever had where her greatest enemies; save for two; Silver and Flynn. Her only true friends, her confidantes, her protectors. They lived, works, sweat, bled together; they changed the world together.
Centuries of seclusion saved her from the attitude of the nobility; the pompous jackassery they where famous for. She was lived and trained in a monastery famous for it's warrior monks; something of which she mastered and shaped her life from then on. When she left the monastery; she was... different. Exactly what the ruling class needed; arrogance tamed, compassion released to the world. In her mind; they had hit a wall, fallen from the enlightened position they had once coveted. She saw the cracks, the darkness creeping in; her new purpose was to fix this. Her solution? To fix the isolationism that had broken the original caste system.
Bring in new blood. Fresh ideals, new ways of thinking and a youth that they had lost. Apply everything they knew, everything they had ever known. Create new life. She would make the solution herself; scientist gathered from all reaches of their world; hidden away in the Outlands and free to work as they wished. Unlimited budgets; they best equipment and minds focused on a single task that took a thousand years to finish. The result? The Biskmatar; her greatest achievement. They where supposed to save the race from the darkness that has invaded their hearts. If only they had been given a chance.
From the ancient depths of their racial existence; a power untamed, unchecked, and forgotten long ago. The power of the universe itself; a wellspring from which all people of the planet drew life energy and the mythos of the gods. The life blood of the universe itself; protected and forgotten and awoken by the pride and greed of one boy gone astray. She fought with all she had; her inheritance was the power he had stolen; the consequence was the splitting of the pure light of life. Destruction untamed, rebirth uncontrolled. They fought with these powers until the world itself was nearly destroyed; and when they looked upon what they had wrought; they fled. The last of their kind, or so they believed. Destruction, death, endless nothingness; that was all they found. Believing nothing was left; and unable to stay together because of what had happened; to opposite ends of the world they hide themselves away.
To this day; alone and shadowed; never to be known or seen again. That was how she survived. That was her punishment; self imposed; for who was left, as far as she knew, to impose it upon her. Truthfully, she was too afraid, to tired, to far lost to face the reality of what she had done. So to the masses of humanity she fled; to hide and wait for the end.
