Post by Desoto on Jun 18, 2009 22:38:24 GMT -5
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All About You[/color]
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Name| Desoto
Age| 17
Gender| Female
Race/Species| Human, demon
Alignment| Neutral, mostly light
Loyalties| Mostly to herself, but her friends come first
Personality| First impressions are always important. That doesn’t mean Desoto will leave a good one. To most ordinary people, she sometimes roams the streets as an odd and weird person to a monster if they stumble across her in her wolf forms then lastly as a friend to those she knows.
Desoto is most of the time very cheerful and friendly. She is a very caring and loyal person, once she starts to trust someone. She almost always acts hyper and tries to be the clown to make others laugh and smile, even going out of her way to cheer someone up when they’re down with her antics. Such as joking about her canine blood; chasing after a large ball just like a dog playing fetch. However, do not call her a dog or mutt.
Due to her pride and naturally stubborn nature its gets her in a lot of trouble. Most of her friends had been made in a threatening situation which brings me to her problem asking for help. To her, she views asking for help weak since its admitting that she can’t do something and there was many a time she shoved help aside to endure pain from a bad wound or try to find a book that doesn’t seem to exist.
If there is one thing to get on her good side the fastest is sweets. She loves sweets. She hates hard candies and proffers chocolate to lollipops. Dark chocolate is her favorite and more often than not, when she’s upset, give her something to munch on and she’ll calm down and leave to eat. Her favorite foods are fried things; fried fish, chicken and sometimes the occasionally raw sushi. She enjoys the taste of raw meats and sushi, and can be found at certain restaurants devouring those foods. But she’s not above some food aggression. So unless she says so, don’t think she’ll share her food with you.
Onto her dislikes and likes. She loves food(already been established), a fine, drizzling rain before thunder storms, flying in hazardous times because she claims it’s more ‘fun’ and ‘thrilling’, midnight and hanging out with her friends. She haaaaates it when she gets wet in her clothes, the feeling of wet clothes sticking and brushing up against her skin doesn’t count as being comfortable. She is also deathly afraid of spiders, but can handle very small ones, the size of jumping spiders or smaller. Once they get bulky and the features can be seen clearer and bigger than the size of her fist, you get a terrified and angry Desoto trying to kill the poor thing with a bat or hiding behind someone and begging them to get rid of it. She also doesn’t like really hot places unless there is some way to keep cool and comfortable quickly. The heat makes her sluggish and cranky; even lazy to a large amount. And pink. She loathes the very sight of it, the name and everything about it. Not to mention she hates dresses and skirts and the like. The wolf girl refuses to wear such things unless it’s a life or death situation.
Alone is when she’s more reserved or just being herself. Often at these times, you’ll see a side that she wouldn’t show anyone. If you figure is out, you’ll see that she just acts cheerful so she wont worry her friends when in reality its just a mask she wears. In some secluded place, far from anyone who might hear or see her, she releases her feelings of uncertainty, frustration, pain, sorrow or anger. Desoto is someone who thinks showing any emotion other than happiness or anger in front of someone is weak. In reality, she’s really someone trying to cope with the pain of being alone and someone who’s afraid of what she could become what she was made for.
Appearance| Desoto>
Desoto has black hair that reaches down to her lower back that she wears in a pony-tail while having bangs that hang over her eyes a little. She’s short in stature, standing at around 5’6” and weighs 123 pounds. She is strong and slender, built for combat but also for speed and agility. Her eyes are cold and a deep emerald green that displays most of the emotion she is hiding from others.
She is most often seen wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a high collar the has a zipper going down the middle. Other times, she wears a brownish slate colored jacket with short cut sleeves with black trimming or a black velvet jacket with a hood. Underneath that, she wears a black, form-fitting tank top that hugs her curves. She wears light blue to navy blue jeans that have a zipper running down the side length of each leg to accommodate the growth of her legs when she transforms.
Even though Desoto is a shape shifter, you would think that she would be able to transform completely to look like a human. Instead, her black wolf ears remain behind in replace of her human ears as does her tail that is around four feet long.
Desoto Wolf>
In this form, Desoto has short black, silky fur, and enormous black, feathered wings, that are large enough to carry an elephant. This werewolf stands at exactly 6’ in height and weighs as much as a small pony. She receives heightened scenes, as well as being able to smell better, see better, jaws are stronger; being able to bite through solid bone like butter and chew up a table in less then 10 minutes.
Desoto is able to walk and run upright in this form with great ease. For many reasons, she keeps her wings tucked close to her back even though they still enormous, seeing as they can get in the way for some things and hinder quick movement. She can also run in this form on all fours and can reach great speeds quickly. Her claws are razor sharp and are often used to propel her forwards at amazing speed when she's at a stand still.
Because of her large size(and her wings), Desoto doesn't transform in buildings with small spaces. If it's large enough to accommodate the size of her wings and her bulk, then she'll think about it.
Demon Wolf> (will provide new picture) Once a demon has grown old enough when bonded with a human partner or the emotion from their human partner is powerful enough, they take on the appearance of what they see in themselves that represents what they enjoy most or what they feel they represent. For example, a fish demon would become more serpentine in appearance, giving up a physical trait such as their hind legs replacing them with its newly acquired tail as long as it is bonded with a human partner or the large amount of emotion needed is met. In this case, the fish demon believed that going with the flow of things was best.
In this case, Demon Wolf, or now Skulls, has gained such a name because of the bloody-red pattern of a wolf skull on his fur, his love for battle and the death of its enemies. The red runs down his spine and dribbles over his entire body; his paws look as if he stepped in puddles of blood while it looks like he splashed in some on his sides. However, with the new strength and appearance, his wings are now gone since he is too heavy for such small wings and would look rather ridiculous with wings that won’t work. He always seems to have a dark drifting aura that surrounds his form like a clinging fog.
With this form, he walks and runs on all fours, and a new feature, separating his body from Desoto’s. Once this occurs, Desoto is rendered weak and defenseless as she has to rely on Skulls to protect her since she can’t move as fast or as well. Although their bodies have been separated, they’re stilling linked together by some invisible chain. In other words if Skulls receives a deep slice to the right shoulder, Desoto will receive it like wise even if she’s unconscious.
With his large bulky, bull like structure, only his physical structure and look has changed. He's as large as a working draft horse and as tall. His personality, however, has not changed except for the slightest bit. He’s a bit more accepting(he believes this is his partner rubbing off on him) and refuses to admit it, mischievous now that he can prance about and Desoto can do nothing about it and his love of roast duck. He strangely likes it even better than raw flesh. Make sure you have some duck on you if you encounter Skulls. He wont turn his nose up to an exciting fight and would choose fresh blood to tender meat.
History| You see, Desoto came from a world where creatures where called demons. These demons had the ability to bond with humans, either merging their own bodies with the partner and allowing the partner to shape change into the demon, or to stand and walk beside the human. The bond created between a demon and human was a rather strange one, since they could communicate verbally, body language or through telepathy. With those who had merged their body, they gained animal features; enhanced teeth, gills, claws, wings, etc., pertaining to whatever animal demon they had bonded with.
The upsides to bonding with a demon allowed one to live far longer than a normal human, raising the question if they were immortal. The answer to that question remains unanswered even though they can die from sickness or injuries of the flesh. Yet another advantage were the enhanced senses and the ability to sense feelings as well as reaming as young and fresh years after human and demon bonded.
Demons were divided into multiple subgroups for their different species. There were bird demons, cat demons, fish demons, ect. Those were the normal set of the everyday bonding creatures. Then there are the rare, unusual kind that lurk in the shadows and are attracted to strong negative feelings. These are usually outcasts or crossbreeds and resemble creatures from horror stories or mythical beasts. Griffons, werewolves, skeleton dogs, birds that swam. These were typically more powerful than the normal demons, and were feared and scorned for their animalistic nature.
That led to a group of people coming together to figure out how those kind of demons were created and if the power they held in their blood thirsty bodies could be harnessed without the use of actually bonding with it. Because they were rare and most never live to tell the tale after crossing paths, some thought they were myths; stories to make children behave. Others thought they came about from powerful feelings of hate and sadness since they were so much like killing machines. And still others thought that those with a strong animal affinity would affect whether or not if the creatures would be attracted to them. What they all really wanted, was to harness a demon’s power for themselves without having to bond with one, and to create natural weapons of war. The demon alone chose when and who to bond with, and them alone.
In time, they created a large enough group with enough funding from the government, to create a facility where they took willing test subjects to be experiment upon. Of course, their real motive was kept hidden. It began with minor injections of animal DNA and one by one, normal demons began to choose certain humans over others, which the scientist in turn began to loose more and more subjects until they resorted to picking up people off of the streets and kidnapping wandering children.
Strangely enough, no one talked about the disappearances. Possibly because they were afraid to speak out and become a new subject. Some said they would hear screams in the distance to be answered by a chorus of wailing and howls of pain. Demons were beginning to distrust the humans, and talk of shutting down the facility was becoming widespread.
Desoto was one of the successful experiments, her family murdered in front of her eyes at the age of five years. An experiment that could shapeshift into a werewolf with raven wings, as they said. But the scientists began notice a shift in the air whenever they walked past her dark cell. Something foul was slinking about within her own cage. Sometimes, they would stop and peer through the window into the shadowed room, the only light coming from a small opening. Most of the time they would see the huddled form of the girl in the corner or sitting in the small square of moonlight, ears erect and tail sweeping from side to side. Then something would emerge from the shadows; a hunkering black mass padding silently across the floor to sit beside the girl. No one dared to open the door if they saw that form. The aura given off terrified them, making then shuffle off as quick as they could go with their papers.
The voice coming from the rare demon was soft and horse. All the time, it would comfort her, give her someone to talk to or something and in time, she found that she had become used to the voice and talked to it as if it was a real thing. She never expected to just snap after all the years she had been cooped up in a building with all the pain of being alone and kill every living thing on her way out the day she turned fourteen.
If they told anyone, they would tell the witnesses they were going crazy and that something as big as they say it is couldn’t move around without all of them noticing. The scientists saw this as great improvement, the weapons of flesh, and blood lust was well on its way of becoming a success. But as a precaution, they gave her her own iron bow, complete with arrows and a quiver, along the time to practice with it so she could curve any pent up feelings. They thought of it as enrichment and started to do the same thing with the other subjects by giving them puzzles and the like.
The government was closing in on the facility, calling the experiments inhuman and failures. They couldn’t afford starting a war between demons and humans or fund the scientists any longer. The demons were beginning to frown upon the humans as news of the project began to spread. As a result, the government ordered the termination of the subjects instead of setting them free, fearing that because of the psychological damaged they faced was a danger to the outside world.
There was a new threat that emerging besides the human and demon’s growing discontent. Black, yellow eyed beings were beginning to pop up all over the place taking people and turning them into monsters.
In the mean time, the experiments were killed off. When it came to be Desoto’s turn, the moment the door of her cell was open, was the moment Desoto physically bonded with the . The one unfortunate enough to have opened the door, was yanked upwards, his scream echoed down the hall that was cut short as the sound of soft, overripe fruit hit the ground from a good height whiled coupled with the sound of tearing flesh. The body landed with a thud as a large timber wolf demon bolted down the hallway, ripping open the doors off the cells to release the rest of the experiments that ran off to escape or joined the black wolf in it’s destruction.
A few hours later, the facility was up in flames, and the wolf demon, calling itself Demon Wolf when asked, sat beside the experiments watching the flames devour the facility. The corners of its lips pulled back to expose gleaming white teeth as it smirked. Without a word, it turned its back on the burning building and stalked away into the night, careful to have not forgotten Desoto’s loved weapon.
The next morning, Desoto woke up lying in a soft bed, and found out that she was defiantly free now. Her bow was lying next to her and the sound of people moving about in another room greeted her ears. It turns out she had fallen unconscious after Demon Wolf transformed back and a physically bonded fish demon and fox demon found her. The guy with the fox was nice enough, but she didn’t like him despite her bushy tail and obnoxiously large, red ears. “Trickster” was her nick name for him since he was always playing pranks with his fox partner. Desoto really like the fish demon, maybe because the color of his skin was a pale blue and the underside of his neck and chest were faded white. She called him “Fish Cakes” since he smelled of sweets and fish. ‘Nuff said.
Jason(Fish Cakes), and Nick(Trickster) were kind enough to let her stay with them and she grew to like them both enough to consider them best friends. But all good things come to an end, and bolting into a black hole to rescue them both from the dancing dark creatures proved futile enough.
It took a bit to get used to; what with waking up alone in a new world and having to learn her way around to only learn that there were more worlds. She soon got into the habit of traveling to every world in search of her friends but to protect the people from the creatures that were called Heartless. The wolf girl grew to love the freedom that came when traveling from world to world and making new friends who found themselves getting used to being in a new world, and looking for a way back home. Remembering her own home, Desoto has no intention of ever going back and continue to search for Fish Cakes and Trickster.
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With Great Power…
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Weapons| Since she had a great knack for projectile weaponry, its only obvious she gets something that can shoot something. Her normal wooden bow is light and can shoot arrows well while being elegant and graceful. The second bow she owns, and carries with her the most often, is heavy, and made out of light iron with 6 large spikes protruding out of it, hence the name, “Iron Bow,” is more suited for attacking just by itself and not just arrows.
Her wooden bow is kind of bulky but elegant with graceful curves and designs. The dominant color is earthy green that ranges between lighter tones when it reaches the tips of the bow to deep emerald towards the handle. The outlines of two squares on each tip are colored in gold and overlap each other for finishing touches.
Her iron bow is, of course made out of iron, yet it is very light. It doesn’t bend like wood so it puts much more strain on the sinew, wearing it out faster than her wooden bow but also making her shots more powerful and better suited for long range. The dominant color of this bow is a dirty brown, the 6 spikes being close to ivory or faded white. Unlike her wooden bow, this has less graceful and more bulky and sharp curves for more power and to look more intimidating. On each side of the bow, there are three spikes; in total six spikes on the bow. The spikes closest to the handle measure five inches in length than gradually wear down to two inches when moving away from the handle.
She also uses some everyday daggers hidden by the base of her tail. Nothing special.
Abilities|
Items| Iron Bow, plenty of arrows, quiver to hold the arrows, 2 run of the mill daggers, and a pouch to keep munny in
Fighting Style| Desoto has a knack for taking anything and turning it into a weapon. However, she likes to use her bow instead of transforming into one of her forms to get the job done. At the start of a battle, she rushes in suddenly to take them off guard, usually aiming to handicap her opponent, i.e. take out an eye, break an arm or a leg, and finish the fight quicker.
Her bow can be used to shoot projectiles or to bludgeon someone across the head, while her daggers can be thrown and used for close combat. Her style of fighting is getting into their personal bubble so they can't breathe. She has poor defense but her offense makes up for it in good measure.
Other Information| Desoto doesn't have any ticklish spots but around her waist up and stomach she is very ticklish. She squeaks and giggles and it doesn't take much force to tickle her and get her laughing around that area. She goes on the defensive by hugging her sides and getting away from whoever is tickling her. She gets violent when being tickled; kicking and hitting. Unless by some accident that gets her poked in the stomach, her arms and hands fly down to hug that spot and jump back as if she was hugging herself.
A way to stop her shifting, even if you put her in a cage full of electric bars isn't going to stop her from shifting. Even if she's out of the energy needed to shape shift, she will eventually gain that energy and break out. A way to stop her shifting is if she ultimately can't. A gun to her head would work; She wouldn't. Being paralyzed with fear, or having something on her being that won't allow her to transform, such as something that wont stretch. Which is WHY... she wouldn't be caught dead wearing bracelets or necklaces. And also the reason why she hates them. She would strangle herself if she transformed. Remember, she modifies her clothes so she can shape shift in them and damage them. Her body grows to fit the forms.
Because of the experiments she had endured and Skulls, she heals much faster than a normal person though she must rest or sleep to devout energy to healing. Her wounds won't close on the spot since it takes time; the more serious the wound, the more time it would need to heal. For example a cut would heal in a few hours while a broken bone would mend itself(after properly aligned) after a day.
RP Sample| The wolf girl flinched, emitting a squeak, and looked terrified at the most to find herself staring up at Stan who had his hand clamped on her shoulder. When he let go, she gasped, a hand over her heart and her eyes wide, startled with him popping up behind her and spinning her around to face him for that matter. “What the heck… DON’T GO FREAKING PEOPLE OUT LIKE THAT!”
“Ehhhh..” She blinked, her ears twitching as she titled her head to the side, feeling that something was very off. “Huh?” She followed his gaze to find that her shadow, HER shadow, was a bright…Hot…Pink. She screamed, looking horrified which quickly turned into a howl of rage. “PINK!!” Her expression of shock changed to a hateful expression. “I hate the color pink…” She hissed, her words laced with malice as she shot a glare full of malice in the Shadow King’s direction.
Her stared hatefully at Stan, watching him laugh, figuring out it was he who had changed the color of her shadow. She stomped over to him, anger eating at her fear from the shadow man and punched him, good and hard in his shoulder before turning on her heel and stomping away to Llednar who was passed out on the floor. Grumbling and shooting wounded glances at her shadow, she bent over and picked him up by hooking her hands under his upper arms to drag him towards the wall that was stationed a few feet behind the both of them and prop him up against it.
All the while, she was muttering under her breath. “Hot pink.. I hate the color pink…too girly and sweet and ung…” Her tail lashed from side to side, ears folded back with hate. If Llednar woke up then, he’d be staring at a very, very angry wolf girl.
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Name| Desoto
Age| 17
Gender| Female
Race/Species| Human, demon
Alignment| Neutral, mostly light
Loyalties| Mostly to herself, but her friends come first
Personality| First impressions are always important. That doesn’t mean Desoto will leave a good one. To most ordinary people, she sometimes roams the streets as an odd and weird person to a monster if they stumble across her in her wolf forms then lastly as a friend to those she knows.
Desoto is most of the time very cheerful and friendly. She is a very caring and loyal person, once she starts to trust someone. She almost always acts hyper and tries to be the clown to make others laugh and smile, even going out of her way to cheer someone up when they’re down with her antics. Such as joking about her canine blood; chasing after a large ball just like a dog playing fetch. However, do not call her a dog or mutt.
Due to her pride and naturally stubborn nature its gets her in a lot of trouble. Most of her friends had been made in a threatening situation which brings me to her problem asking for help. To her, she views asking for help weak since its admitting that she can’t do something and there was many a time she shoved help aside to endure pain from a bad wound or try to find a book that doesn’t seem to exist.
If there is one thing to get on her good side the fastest is sweets. She loves sweets. She hates hard candies and proffers chocolate to lollipops. Dark chocolate is her favorite and more often than not, when she’s upset, give her something to munch on and she’ll calm down and leave to eat. Her favorite foods are fried things; fried fish, chicken and sometimes the occasionally raw sushi. She enjoys the taste of raw meats and sushi, and can be found at certain restaurants devouring those foods. But she’s not above some food aggression. So unless she says so, don’t think she’ll share her food with you.
Onto her dislikes and likes. She loves food(already been established), a fine, drizzling rain before thunder storms, flying in hazardous times because she claims it’s more ‘fun’ and ‘thrilling’, midnight and hanging out with her friends. She haaaaates it when she gets wet in her clothes, the feeling of wet clothes sticking and brushing up against her skin doesn’t count as being comfortable. She is also deathly afraid of spiders, but can handle very small ones, the size of jumping spiders or smaller. Once they get bulky and the features can be seen clearer and bigger than the size of her fist, you get a terrified and angry Desoto trying to kill the poor thing with a bat or hiding behind someone and begging them to get rid of it. She also doesn’t like really hot places unless there is some way to keep cool and comfortable quickly. The heat makes her sluggish and cranky; even lazy to a large amount. And pink. She loathes the very sight of it, the name and everything about it. Not to mention she hates dresses and skirts and the like. The wolf girl refuses to wear such things unless it’s a life or death situation.
Alone is when she’s more reserved or just being herself. Often at these times, you’ll see a side that she wouldn’t show anyone. If you figure is out, you’ll see that she just acts cheerful so she wont worry her friends when in reality its just a mask she wears. In some secluded place, far from anyone who might hear or see her, she releases her feelings of uncertainty, frustration, pain, sorrow or anger. Desoto is someone who thinks showing any emotion other than happiness or anger in front of someone is weak. In reality, she’s really someone trying to cope with the pain of being alone and someone who’s afraid of what she could become what she was made for.
Appearance| Desoto>
Desoto has black hair that reaches down to her lower back that she wears in a pony-tail while having bangs that hang over her eyes a little. She’s short in stature, standing at around 5’6” and weighs 123 pounds. She is strong and slender, built for combat but also for speed and agility. Her eyes are cold and a deep emerald green that displays most of the emotion she is hiding from others. She is most often seen wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a high collar the has a zipper going down the middle. Other times, she wears a brownish slate colored jacket with short cut sleeves with black trimming or a black velvet jacket with a hood. Underneath that, she wears a black, form-fitting tank top that hugs her curves. She wears light blue to navy blue jeans that have a zipper running down the side length of each leg to accommodate the growth of her legs when she transforms.
Even though Desoto is a shape shifter, you would think that she would be able to transform completely to look like a human. Instead, her black wolf ears remain behind in replace of her human ears as does her tail that is around four feet long.
Desoto Wolf>
In this form, Desoto has short black, silky fur, and enormous black, feathered wings, that are large enough to carry an elephant. This werewolf stands at exactly 6’ in height and weighs as much as a small pony. She receives heightened scenes, as well as being able to smell better, see better, jaws are stronger; being able to bite through solid bone like butter and chew up a table in less then 10 minutes. Desoto is able to walk and run upright in this form with great ease. For many reasons, she keeps her wings tucked close to her back even though they still enormous, seeing as they can get in the way for some things and hinder quick movement. She can also run in this form on all fours and can reach great speeds quickly. Her claws are razor sharp and are often used to propel her forwards at amazing speed when she's at a stand still.
Because of her large size(and her wings), Desoto doesn't transform in buildings with small spaces. If it's large enough to accommodate the size of her wings and her bulk, then she'll think about it.
Demon Wolf> (will provide new picture) Once a demon has grown old enough when bonded with a human partner or the emotion from their human partner is powerful enough, they take on the appearance of what they see in themselves that represents what they enjoy most or what they feel they represent. For example, a fish demon would become more serpentine in appearance, giving up a physical trait such as their hind legs replacing them with its newly acquired tail as long as it is bonded with a human partner or the large amount of emotion needed is met. In this case, the fish demon believed that going with the flow of things was best.
In this case, Demon Wolf, or now Skulls, has gained such a name because of the bloody-red pattern of a wolf skull on his fur, his love for battle and the death of its enemies. The red runs down his spine and dribbles over his entire body; his paws look as if he stepped in puddles of blood while it looks like he splashed in some on his sides. However, with the new strength and appearance, his wings are now gone since he is too heavy for such small wings and would look rather ridiculous with wings that won’t work. He always seems to have a dark drifting aura that surrounds his form like a clinging fog.
With this form, he walks and runs on all fours, and a new feature, separating his body from Desoto’s. Once this occurs, Desoto is rendered weak and defenseless as she has to rely on Skulls to protect her since she can’t move as fast or as well. Although their bodies have been separated, they’re stilling linked together by some invisible chain. In other words if Skulls receives a deep slice to the right shoulder, Desoto will receive it like wise even if she’s unconscious.
With his large bulky, bull like structure, only his physical structure and look has changed. He's as large as a working draft horse and as tall. His personality, however, has not changed except for the slightest bit. He’s a bit more accepting(he believes this is his partner rubbing off on him) and refuses to admit it, mischievous now that he can prance about and Desoto can do nothing about it and his love of roast duck. He strangely likes it even better than raw flesh. Make sure you have some duck on you if you encounter Skulls. He wont turn his nose up to an exciting fight and would choose fresh blood to tender meat.
History| You see, Desoto came from a world where creatures where called demons. These demons had the ability to bond with humans, either merging their own bodies with the partner and allowing the partner to shape change into the demon, or to stand and walk beside the human. The bond created between a demon and human was a rather strange one, since they could communicate verbally, body language or through telepathy. With those who had merged their body, they gained animal features; enhanced teeth, gills, claws, wings, etc., pertaining to whatever animal demon they had bonded with.
The upsides to bonding with a demon allowed one to live far longer than a normal human, raising the question if they were immortal. The answer to that question remains unanswered even though they can die from sickness or injuries of the flesh. Yet another advantage were the enhanced senses and the ability to sense feelings as well as reaming as young and fresh years after human and demon bonded.
Demons were divided into multiple subgroups for their different species. There were bird demons, cat demons, fish demons, ect. Those were the normal set of the everyday bonding creatures. Then there are the rare, unusual kind that lurk in the shadows and are attracted to strong negative feelings. These are usually outcasts or crossbreeds and resemble creatures from horror stories or mythical beasts. Griffons, werewolves, skeleton dogs, birds that swam. These were typically more powerful than the normal demons, and were feared and scorned for their animalistic nature.
That led to a group of people coming together to figure out how those kind of demons were created and if the power they held in their blood thirsty bodies could be harnessed without the use of actually bonding with it. Because they were rare and most never live to tell the tale after crossing paths, some thought they were myths; stories to make children behave. Others thought they came about from powerful feelings of hate and sadness since they were so much like killing machines. And still others thought that those with a strong animal affinity would affect whether or not if the creatures would be attracted to them. What they all really wanted, was to harness a demon’s power for themselves without having to bond with one, and to create natural weapons of war. The demon alone chose when and who to bond with, and them alone.
In time, they created a large enough group with enough funding from the government, to create a facility where they took willing test subjects to be experiment upon. Of course, their real motive was kept hidden. It began with minor injections of animal DNA and one by one, normal demons began to choose certain humans over others, which the scientist in turn began to loose more and more subjects until they resorted to picking up people off of the streets and kidnapping wandering children.
Strangely enough, no one talked about the disappearances. Possibly because they were afraid to speak out and become a new subject. Some said they would hear screams in the distance to be answered by a chorus of wailing and howls of pain. Demons were beginning to distrust the humans, and talk of shutting down the facility was becoming widespread.
Desoto was one of the successful experiments, her family murdered in front of her eyes at the age of five years. An experiment that could shapeshift into a werewolf with raven wings, as they said. But the scientists began notice a shift in the air whenever they walked past her dark cell. Something foul was slinking about within her own cage. Sometimes, they would stop and peer through the window into the shadowed room, the only light coming from a small opening. Most of the time they would see the huddled form of the girl in the corner or sitting in the small square of moonlight, ears erect and tail sweeping from side to side. Then something would emerge from the shadows; a hunkering black mass padding silently across the floor to sit beside the girl. No one dared to open the door if they saw that form. The aura given off terrified them, making then shuffle off as quick as they could go with their papers.
The voice coming from the rare demon was soft and horse. All the time, it would comfort her, give her someone to talk to or something and in time, she found that she had become used to the voice and talked to it as if it was a real thing. She never expected to just snap after all the years she had been cooped up in a building with all the pain of being alone and kill every living thing on her way out the day she turned fourteen.
If they told anyone, they would tell the witnesses they were going crazy and that something as big as they say it is couldn’t move around without all of them noticing. The scientists saw this as great improvement, the weapons of flesh, and blood lust was well on its way of becoming a success. But as a precaution, they gave her her own iron bow, complete with arrows and a quiver, along the time to practice with it so she could curve any pent up feelings. They thought of it as enrichment and started to do the same thing with the other subjects by giving them puzzles and the like.
The government was closing in on the facility, calling the experiments inhuman and failures. They couldn’t afford starting a war between demons and humans or fund the scientists any longer. The demons were beginning to frown upon the humans as news of the project began to spread. As a result, the government ordered the termination of the subjects instead of setting them free, fearing that because of the psychological damaged they faced was a danger to the outside world.
There was a new threat that emerging besides the human and demon’s growing discontent. Black, yellow eyed beings were beginning to pop up all over the place taking people and turning them into monsters.
In the mean time, the experiments were killed off. When it came to be Desoto’s turn, the moment the door of her cell was open, was the moment Desoto physically bonded with the . The one unfortunate enough to have opened the door, was yanked upwards, his scream echoed down the hall that was cut short as the sound of soft, overripe fruit hit the ground from a good height whiled coupled with the sound of tearing flesh. The body landed with a thud as a large timber wolf demon bolted down the hallway, ripping open the doors off the cells to release the rest of the experiments that ran off to escape or joined the black wolf in it’s destruction.
A few hours later, the facility was up in flames, and the wolf demon, calling itself Demon Wolf when asked, sat beside the experiments watching the flames devour the facility. The corners of its lips pulled back to expose gleaming white teeth as it smirked. Without a word, it turned its back on the burning building and stalked away into the night, careful to have not forgotten Desoto’s loved weapon.
The next morning, Desoto woke up lying in a soft bed, and found out that she was defiantly free now. Her bow was lying next to her and the sound of people moving about in another room greeted her ears. It turns out she had fallen unconscious after Demon Wolf transformed back and a physically bonded fish demon and fox demon found her. The guy with the fox was nice enough, but she didn’t like him despite her bushy tail and obnoxiously large, red ears. “Trickster” was her nick name for him since he was always playing pranks with his fox partner. Desoto really like the fish demon, maybe because the color of his skin was a pale blue and the underside of his neck and chest were faded white. She called him “Fish Cakes” since he smelled of sweets and fish. ‘Nuff said.
Jason(Fish Cakes), and Nick(Trickster) were kind enough to let her stay with them and she grew to like them both enough to consider them best friends. But all good things come to an end, and bolting into a black hole to rescue them both from the dancing dark creatures proved futile enough.
It took a bit to get used to; what with waking up alone in a new world and having to learn her way around to only learn that there were more worlds. She soon got into the habit of traveling to every world in search of her friends but to protect the people from the creatures that were called Heartless. The wolf girl grew to love the freedom that came when traveling from world to world and making new friends who found themselves getting used to being in a new world, and looking for a way back home. Remembering her own home, Desoto has no intention of ever going back and continue to search for Fish Cakes and Trickster.
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With Great Power…
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Weapons| Since she had a great knack for projectile weaponry, its only obvious she gets something that can shoot something. Her normal wooden bow is light and can shoot arrows well while being elegant and graceful. The second bow she owns, and carries with her the most often, is heavy, and made out of light iron with 6 large spikes protruding out of it, hence the name, “Iron Bow,” is more suited for attacking just by itself and not just arrows.
Her wooden bow is kind of bulky but elegant with graceful curves and designs. The dominant color is earthy green that ranges between lighter tones when it reaches the tips of the bow to deep emerald towards the handle. The outlines of two squares on each tip are colored in gold and overlap each other for finishing touches.
Her iron bow is, of course made out of iron, yet it is very light. It doesn’t bend like wood so it puts much more strain on the sinew, wearing it out faster than her wooden bow but also making her shots more powerful and better suited for long range. The dominant color of this bow is a dirty brown, the 6 spikes being close to ivory or faded white. Unlike her wooden bow, this has less graceful and more bulky and sharp curves for more power and to look more intimidating. On each side of the bow, there are three spikes; in total six spikes on the bow. The spikes closest to the handle measure five inches in length than gradually wear down to two inches when moving away from the handle.
She also uses some everyday daggers hidden by the base of her tail. Nothing special.
Abilities|
- {“From now on, call me Skulls”}: With his large bulky, bull like structure, only his physical structure and look has changed. With this form, he walks and runs on all fours, and a new feature, separating his body from Desoto’s. Once this occurs, Desoto is rendered weak and defenseless as she has to rely on Skulls to protect her since she can’t move as fast or as well. Although their bodies have been separated, they’re stilling linked together by some invisible chain. In other words if Skulls receives a deep slice to the right shoulder, Desoto will receive it like wise even if she’s unconscious.
- {Werewolf Claws}: Partial transformations for Desoto are tough, and painful. From her finger tips to half way up her upper arm is able to transform to her normal werewolf arms only slightly smaller so it doesn't hurt as much. The claws are deadly sharp and could rend flesh apart in a single sweep. Due to the pain from altering and focusing so much energy to keep those parts of her body functioning and those parts of her bodies to keep the change, it lasts only for five minutes.
- {Turbulence:}: Having wings large enough to carry and elephant and more, you have to practice to learn how to use them. She is an expert flyer and will corkscrew, somersault, twirl, barrel roll, dive, ANYTHING, that would make anyone just about throw up. This attack usually ends with her stopping one yard above the ground, and hurling whoever is clutched in her claws at the ground. If they're still alive. Most are shaken to death or stabed to death from her claws and teeth.
Items| Iron Bow, plenty of arrows, quiver to hold the arrows, 2 run of the mill daggers, and a pouch to keep munny in
Fighting Style| Desoto has a knack for taking anything and turning it into a weapon. However, she likes to use her bow instead of transforming into one of her forms to get the job done. At the start of a battle, she rushes in suddenly to take them off guard, usually aiming to handicap her opponent, i.e. take out an eye, break an arm or a leg, and finish the fight quicker.
Her bow can be used to shoot projectiles or to bludgeon someone across the head, while her daggers can be thrown and used for close combat. Her style of fighting is getting into their personal bubble so they can't breathe. She has poor defense but her offense makes up for it in good measure.
Other Information| Desoto doesn't have any ticklish spots but around her waist up and stomach she is very ticklish. She squeaks and giggles and it doesn't take much force to tickle her and get her laughing around that area. She goes on the defensive by hugging her sides and getting away from whoever is tickling her. She gets violent when being tickled; kicking and hitting. Unless by some accident that gets her poked in the stomach, her arms and hands fly down to hug that spot and jump back as if she was hugging herself.
A way to stop her shifting, even if you put her in a cage full of electric bars isn't going to stop her from shifting. Even if she's out of the energy needed to shape shift, she will eventually gain that energy and break out. A way to stop her shifting is if she ultimately can't. A gun to her head would work; She wouldn't. Being paralyzed with fear, or having something on her being that won't allow her to transform, such as something that wont stretch. Which is WHY... she wouldn't be caught dead wearing bracelets or necklaces. And also the reason why she hates them. She would strangle herself if she transformed. Remember, she modifies her clothes so she can shape shift in them and damage them. Her body grows to fit the forms.
Because of the experiments she had endured and Skulls, she heals much faster than a normal person though she must rest or sleep to devout energy to healing. Her wounds won't close on the spot since it takes time; the more serious the wound, the more time it would need to heal. For example a cut would heal in a few hours while a broken bone would mend itself(after properly aligned) after a day.
RP Sample| The wolf girl flinched, emitting a squeak, and looked terrified at the most to find herself staring up at Stan who had his hand clamped on her shoulder. When he let go, she gasped, a hand over her heart and her eyes wide, startled with him popping up behind her and spinning her around to face him for that matter. “What the heck… DON’T GO FREAKING PEOPLE OUT LIKE THAT!”
“Ehhhh..” She blinked, her ears twitching as she titled her head to the side, feeling that something was very off. “Huh?” She followed his gaze to find that her shadow, HER shadow, was a bright…Hot…Pink. She screamed, looking horrified which quickly turned into a howl of rage. “PINK!!” Her expression of shock changed to a hateful expression. “I hate the color pink…” She hissed, her words laced with malice as she shot a glare full of malice in the Shadow King’s direction.
Her stared hatefully at Stan, watching him laugh, figuring out it was he who had changed the color of her shadow. She stomped over to him, anger eating at her fear from the shadow man and punched him, good and hard in his shoulder before turning on her heel and stomping away to Llednar who was passed out on the floor. Grumbling and shooting wounded glances at her shadow, she bent over and picked him up by hooking her hands under his upper arms to drag him towards the wall that was stationed a few feet behind the both of them and prop him up against it.
All the while, she was muttering under her breath. “Hot pink.. I hate the color pink…too girly and sweet and ung…” Her tail lashed from side to side, ears folded back with hate. If Llednar woke up then, he’d be staring at a very, very angry wolf girl.
