Post by LARKS on May 22, 2014 1:16:51 GMT -5
FULL NAME; Number 103-55
NICKNAME(S); Larks
SPECIES; Avian Hybrid
SEX; female
AGE; 22
BIRTHDATE; September 1
BIRTHPLACE; Unknown
OCCUPATION; Scavenger
ABILITIES; Flight with wings, bird vision, faster healing.
HAIR; Pure white hair, halfway between her shoulders and mid back
EYES; silvery blue
HEIGHT/WEIGHT; 120, 5'7
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES;Large Iron vice like collar around her neck
BASIC DESCRIPTION; Larks is a very unique creature, and because she is combined with bird dna, her features are a bit slender and sharp. Her eyes are a bit different from a normal humans. Her wings are somewhat hideable under a large jacket, but they stretch out to a large span. She is very slender and of medium height. Miss Larks has a large, awkward collar that is fastened around her neck which she cannot seem to remove. She weighs less then she actually looks, due to the genetic coding that was performed to her her bones are smaller and more dense, yet still the same strength.
POSITIVE TRAITS; (at least 5)
- Loyal
- Strong
- Independent
- Caring
- Strong genetic ability to navigation
NEGATIVE TRAITS; (at least 5)
- Distrustful
- Stubborn
- Blunt
- Hides her emotions - well tries
- Suspicious
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW; Freedom. That is the one word that describes what Larks needs, craves, and wants to every degree. Walls and enclosed spaces are not her friend, obviously, as it restricts where she is. Because of her history she is very much cautious and is always looking for escape routes and planning for any form of capture or trap. Freedom is her passion, while her biggest fear is the complete opposite.
Flight or Fight instinct is bound into her genetics, it is every part of her being and she will follow her instincts without hesitation. Although it seems she is very selfish most of the time, depe down when she trusts someone and cares for someone, she will fight for them even if it means she will lose everything. Even her own life. Another thing about her, that intertwines with the freedom, is she is always on the move. She never likes to be in one spot for too long, and she never likes to be in crowded areas.
Being told what to do is not something she can handle. She will not listen. Most of the time, she will do the exact opposite. Directions and instructions are not followed by her very well, adn authority is even worse. Larks needs her own direction, and she listens to only herself or sometimes those she lets in.
One thing is that she is scarred from her make up, and terrors infiltrate her brain at random times making her almost dellusional and space case. She tries hard to hide it from those she does meet, but it can overcome her with pain and confusion.
PARENTS; Test tube baby
SIBLINGS; Avias
OTHER RELATIVES; none
SPOUSE;noway
CHILDREN; uhh nope
BASIC HISTORY;
Her history? Her life? Well. Lets just say it was not filled with roses. It definitely was not something that she would love to share with the whole world, but, a little bit of sharing couldn't hurt now could it? Basically Larks was created. She is not a mythical creature so to speak, but was created in a labratory. Her assigned name was Number 103-55. She was a genetic test where they inserted avian dna, yes folks bird dna, into a growing fetus to see what would happen. After many failed tests previously she was a success. Number 103-55 grew up in a labratory and was always locked in a small jail type cell, unless of course they needed to poke and prod her some more.
Despite the look of a four room house as a family home on the outside, inside of her home was something of a nightmare. The basement was converted into a labratory, with white walls, the smell of santizer and antiseptic everywhere, and barely enough room in a 4 ft by 4ft bedroom to do much of anything. The only person she knew that could even resemble that of a father was...Well lets just say he was not quite as sane and fatherly as he seemed at first glance. Needles prodded, xrays scanned, tests after tests after tests to measure her growth and extroadinary agility and strength. (In comparison to a human). Experiements were done to her that one could not even fathom, she was tortured and pulled and plucked and treated like a lab rat to most degrees.
Luckily she had Avias. Also known as Number 103-54 at that time. He brought her joy and laughter when she never knew she could be capable of it. They grew up together in that labratory. Even though Avias was two years older then her, she grew to be his protector in the labs. He had given her name when she was 5 years old, a name only used between the two of them as Dr Grozac and his assistant all called her Number 103-55. Avias was the one that named her Larks, and just the same, she was the one who named him Avias. Although she had wings, Avias did not, but it did not matter to her as they were family in every sense of the world.
Time passed, and it was not until she was twelve years old that Larks got to see her first glimpse of the daylight sky. The blues and whites sparkled under the bright sunlight for as far as her eyes could see, that was when she realized there was more then the poking and prodding. That was when she realized she had to escape. Larks plotted and planned and waited until she was 21 years of age. It was almost time to fly off. She told Avias of her plans although he refused to listen. She stated she could take him with her, but he denied them to ever leave. After all they didn't know what the outside world was like, they had no idea what was out there or what could happen. Larks didn't care.
On one of the rare times they let her outside, tied to a long chain that was attached to a iron collar, she knew she had too. Flying as high as they would let her, as high as she ever would be able too while tied to that pole, a total of thirty feet in the air, she looked down and saw Avias for the first time on the ground. His eyes watching her before he gave a sad little smile. Larks never understood why he wouldn't come with her, he just kept stating it was impossible to do so. With strength she kept hidden from the Doctor for many years, she ripped the chain free from the collar and flew straight into the air, as high as she could manage. As fast as she could. An disappeared from her capture, and the only brother she knew.
It was by simple luck, that she heard whispers of this town. Myths they said. But she knew, deep down she knew, that she had to find it. Find her new home, which she has finally done.
TRIVIA;
ALIAS; Larkay
OTHER; Nope
RP EXAMPLE; The door was open and her body was straightened as she stood in the middle of the large emptiness before her. What was once a shimmering and bright house was now cripple and dusty. Livus forgot to duck and almost hit her head on a mid height beam, grunting as she glanced at it and maneuvered easily around it. What was this place she found herself in? The ceiling was all too high and the sight before her almost seemed to hurt her eyes. Slowly a finger brushed down the length of the wall, lifting her hand to peer down at her now blackened digit and shook her hand. Staring at the dirt as it clung to her skin
“Leave!” She scowled at the dirt before wiping her hand on her leg and grinning with satisfaction, stepping back away from the wall and tripping over what seemed like nothing at all. The loud commotion caused a grumble and creak in the floorboards before a layer of dust cascaded down by the disturbance. Sneeze. Livus shook her head to remove any dust that gathered in her wavy red locks as she quickly stood up. Just then a scowl came across delicate and innocent looking features as she glared at the rooftop.
Why did she come here if the area only persisted in getting her dirty! The feeling was non-too-liked to her. Sighing lightly she stood again and began up the steps, slowly at a human pace. One hand was gingerly and..Might I say almost hovering.. Over the railing that was meant for support as she made her way carefully upwards. Just then another creak of the floor before her happened and she leapt into the air only to have the staircase below her collapse into another storm of dust. Livus just landed silently and with ease onto the second floor. “Where are the Trees? Where are the birds?” She was whispering her thoughts out loud to no one in particular. After centuries of being isolated, she had come to rummage about this dirty ol’ place for intriguing factors.
Now she was beginning to wonder why she had bothered. Not even a sight of lifeforce amongst the rubble! It reminded Livus much of the inside of a harsh abandoned cave, except everything here seemed breakable. Not only that, the quietness was almost eerie, not at all what she would even closely compare to the sound of the earthen forestic world she grew so fond of. Just for the factor of not being quite so distilled at her surroundings, the soft lullaby of a whistling began. Although this sound was so melodic it seemed almost that of a vibrant flute that was drumming through the echo of broken walls.
Livus found herself slightly dancing through the area, leaning forward at once of those clear see-through openings that were not quite openings. Except this one was covered in brown rubbish. She blew at the window and saw it clear a bit, then wiped her hand over it and growled at getting dirty again. Wiping her hand on her leg once more and peeking through the window almost awkwardly to see nothing but darkness. What was so fascinating by these? Perhaps it had something to do with the tree blocking the view, but Livus abruptly thought of windows as foolish.
