(M) The Rogue's Gallery OOC

**Yamimoon** · 03-24-2019, 02:13 AM

Welcome! Can't wait to see your character.

**Breggo13** · 03-24-2019, 03:30 AM

~In A Wolf's Skin ~

Name: Selene
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Selene is a tall girl, standing at 5'10. She is skinny and underfed with pale 'moon-kissed' skin and dark, raven-like hair. Her blue eyes have a slightly elongated pupil that gives away her Lycan origins. She rarely smiles but when she does, its possible to see two slightly elongated canines. She has countless silver scars on her body but they remain mostly hidden. A tattoo of a wolf's paw is on her left shoulder, a brand of her clan that was given to her by her mother.

Selene wears her hair down with a single braid near her right ear, held together by a bone bead. She has a rough blue tunic and brown plain breeches as well as tall, well worn black boots. She has a grey wolf's cape on her shoulders - a cruel joke by one of the bandits - that is patched up with different cloths with some kind of runes on them. A functional brown belt completes her look.

Spoiler: Apperance

Race: Lycan (Wolf)
Role within the company: Prisoner (previously Hunter/Scout for the bandits)

Racial Skills and Abilities:

Enhanced senses - Selene has all the enhanced senses of a wolf that are most prominent at night. She has a hightened sence of smell all the time and memorizes places by the unique smells that were there. Hearing and eyesight improve with the setting sun and resemble the cycle of the moon - the closer it is to a full moon, the more enhanced her abilities are. Close to her transformation, she becomes the perfect hunter.
Adamantem Bones - Like the rest of her kind, Selene is blessed with bones so strong, they seem to be made of Adamantem or Diamond. Legends say that Lycans once injested gemstones to make their bones stronger. There is no evidence that it was ever true but this ability allows Selene to do things that would break other humans including falling from highter distances and enhancing her overall athletic abilities. If someone does manage to break her bones, the healing process would be much more painful than in a regular mortal.
Lycanthropy - When the moon turns full, Selene transforms into a wolf. She resembles a regular dark furred grey wolf with slightly larger fangs and paw. She retains some of her humanity but remains more like a wild dog. In this state, she is a force to be reconned with and can track her prey with ease but she can only follow simple goals, usually set to her by her master. Often, she was sent to, ah, remove those that got in the way.
Immunity to Disease - Similarly to her tough structure, Selene is also almost purely immune to the typical diseases that plague humans and wolves. Though she can still catch a flu or a cold, it is extremely rare and requires a lot more effort. However, similarly to her strong bones, if she does get sick, the sickness keeps her down longer and more harsher than the average human.

Normal Skills and Abilities:

Tracking and Hunting - Selene is a natural tracker. She can read the footsteps of a rabbit, a bear or any other thing. With her natural attunement with the woods, she finds it easier to track in the wild however, she has extensive experience in tracking people in the cities, following a scent. Similarly, her tracking skills are used to hunt down prey - animal of human.
Acrobatics and Natural Athleticism - With her heritage, the young Lycan is strong, fast and flexible. Her body can undergo a lot more than one would think - she has slightly increased endurance from years of practice and many past hunts.
Stealth - Selene has learned to be like a shadow regardless of where she is and in what form. She is silent, surefooted and agile, able to melt in the shadows and confuse whoever is followed or following her.
Swordsmenship - Selene is very proficient with her short sword, her prefered weapon. The blade she carries looks simple but has a very good blade on it. She is also decent at thoring knives and has 2 tucked away in her boots. She has a dagger strapped to the back of her belt. Having been taught to fight from an extremely early age, she has experience to stand her own against an average swordsmen but due to her youth, she has still much to learn.
Survival - Growing up on the road, Selene knows how to survive. She is able to find food and water, start fires, find herbs and plants for food and medicine, mend her own clothes and much more. If she is stuck in the woods or plains - maybe even the mountains as long as they aren't a baren wasteland of ice - she can survive quite well, thank you.

Weapons: Selene wields a short sword of good metal that she calls "Achos". She has a dagger strapped to her belt on her back right side that is of very fine quality and is her last resort. If in a bind, she prefers to use her two throwing knives that are hidden in her boots before exposing her dagger.

Armor: Selene wears a single armoured corset/vest that is well worn and does little now in terms of traditional women's wear. However, the leather is in impeccable condition and serves her well. An interesting design of faded carvings makes it unique She also possesses leather armguards to protect herself in close range combat - they are lined with thin strips of metal to give them strength and added protection.

Equipment: Only the clothes on her back and her weapons. In a small pouch on her belt, she has a couple of flintstones to start a fire. Otherwise, she was just given things by her master and then it was taken away.

Personality: Like most of her race, Selene is short tempered and easy to get....let's say, emotional. If we wanna be specific, then upset. And super specific - fucking angry. However, she rarely lets her anger become an uncontrollable disruptive force. Having been put into her place as a young pup, she knows how to most often control her anger and use it to her advantage. She is rather reserved, not been given much in terms of love or attention as she was growing up, having developed the understanding that her master was her alpha and growing to respect him. She has a very hard shell around herself right now but inwardly, she wants to break free though she has no idea how. She is a coldblooded killer and doesn't care much for her own life. Selena is extremely loyal to her master - whoever it is in her eyes and understanding - and would give her life for them.

Likes:

Butterflies - it is one of the few things that make her genuinely smile and act like a child, watching and chasing these creatures
Water - she finds it soothing, regardless if she is watching a still pond or a roaring river. She hope to one day see the ocean.
Partridge - a rare treat if she catches it, she hates sharing this bird
Stories - Although she won't ask for a story, she loves hearing them
Fighting - Selene is good at this and she knows she can be better. Thus, she loves perfecting her skills.
Oranges - Unlike most of the canine specieces, Selene loooooooves oranges. Due to her past, she rarely was given anything nice and the rare treat had been, well, oranges. Call it a childhood memory but she loves them.

Dislikes:

Silver - maybe it's a widow's tale, maybe it's the truth but Selene doesn't like silver. She would rather avoid touching it
Magic - During her time with the bandits, the mages found it funny to cast spells on her for small things - making her itch, slip, fall, leviatate against her will and more. Some went much farther to practice small attack spells that left her in pain and bruised. She doesn't trust magic nor those who wield it.
Mushrooms - She'll eat them but she hates them. Guess beggars can't be choosers
Notes, written instructions, paper - Being unable to read or write, Selene dislikes it when people assume she can. She tends to avoid all papers, books and maps
Being left alone - Although she is fine to undertake any mission that her master gives her by herself, in the camp she hates being left alone. Think of a dog that is left at home when you go out party - that's how Selene feels

Background: Selene was born into a wolf Lycan clan near the mountains in the forest. Not being the daughter of an alpha, her parents decided to abandon her in the forest to avoid scandal - afterall, her mother was the alpha's daughter and promised to another clan. Thus, the baby was left to disappear in whatever way the fate would have it.

By luck, a traveller was walking by the woods and found the infant, sleeping soundly in the overgrove. Seeing noone around, the man took her to drop her off at the next town and be done with it - a murderer on the run, Jameyson Grey only took on an infant because his knightly background didn't allow him to walk away. On the way to the neighbouring Rikochetto, Jameyson witnessed the little child transform into a wolf cub barely a month old once the full moon rose. At first, the fugutive was about to kill the abo,imation, then he devised a plan. No one has ever had a 'tame' Lycan before - they were impossible to enslave due to their wild nature and unlimited desire for freedom - but now he had a once in a lifetime chance. Who could withstand a rogue with his own pet wolf?

Thus, Selene was given her name that was once a name of a goddess from some book Jameyson read and the man began shapping his weapon of distruction. From the early days, she was a pet to him, valuable and precious but expendable in the long run. Selene's earliest memories were thus tinted that way i she was expendable, she was there only to be useful. As she grew, her master taught her the basics - to walk, to talk, to fight and survive. He taught her to listen to the forest and to read tracks of wild animals, he showed her the ways to kill and to hide in the shadows. Everything she did and learned was shapping her to be a unique assassin belonging to Jameyson alone.

Over the years, the pair joined different bands and groups, never really staying longer than a couple years. Jameyson would come in, get a good portion of the win due to his pet and then be on to the next, sending Selene to remove anyone from his old band who dared protest. Coming to the current band only two months ago, the old fugative wasn't able to accomplish his usual scheme as Selene broke her arm two months ago and was still healing. Thus, he finally joined as a lowly recruit with a servant girl.

During the attack, Selene had been away near the river a few kilometers away. The water was the only place that she found solitude. Getting a hunch that something was off, she rushed back to the bandit's camp only to find it empty and steps leading towards the unknown.

Other:

Spoiler: Last Full Moon

Silence. It seemed as though the whole edge of the forest died out, the birds hiding in their nests and the animals scurrying away into their burrows. Nothing moved, no one dared to breathe too loud as they watched the apex predator make her way through the trees. Her body bent around the trunks, weaving its way as silent as the still air. Strong paws stepped onto the floor of the wood with precision, leaving a peculiar print in the autumn mud. Large ears twitched, trying to listen to the song of the wind and everything it wanted to say. A dark grey tail, its tip curling up, swung with each step.

Selene strode towards the glade, her muzzle dripping with blood and her front right paw pressed tightly to her body. Her eyes, more intelligent than any wold could ever have, were filled with agony. As she limped forward, her tongue rolled out of her mouth, resting on large bloodied fangs. She panted hard, the sound echoing in the deafening silence like a church bell. A death toll, her death toll. The pain practically made her lose consciousness but she kept pushing, her wild thoughts focusing only on one thing.

Finally, the trees started to become more and more sparse. With a growl, the wolf finally made it onto the clearing, the moonshine above making the dark fur appear the color of dark storm-clouds. Selene's nose twitched as she focused on the small pool of water, the moon reflected on the dark surface. Keeping her eyes locked of the reflection, she inched forward, limping now, the lush forest grass grabbing at legs as she moved. With a sigh, she lowered her body down, sides heaving and her nose just over the edge of the pond.

"I told you not to rush," Selene's ears twitched towards the voice but she no longer had any energy to respond. Closing her eyes and ignoring the throbbing of her broken leg, she lay there, waiting until the man approached her. He was silent enough but he was no longer a match for her. Sitting back on his heels, the fugitive chuckled, emitting a growl from the wolf. "They always say the best way to learn is on your own skin. What the hell were you thinking?"

~If you live among the wolves, you have to act like a wolf ~