AeriliteFox
A rebel was born...
SDSDBorn 23 years ago.
Doc said the rebel was a...
SDSDSDFemale
And at some point the rebel melded...
SDSDTimber Wolf
That rebel has grown to be a part of something revolutionary...
That rebel has a way of life...
SDSDNot your typical bat-your-eyelids sort of lady. She has
been known to have a wild streak in her. Don't
dare make her angry, she can hold a grudge for
weeks. When she's in a good mood, she's generally
a cool person to be around. More of a leader type
than a follower, she rather go off on her own if a
group doesn't want to do things her way. She's
just stubborn like that.
And the rebel has a past, present, future...
SDSDShe grew up amongst the Slums. Her parents had long forgotten her and had left her to fend for herself. She would generally find bits and pieces here and there to survive. And it was when she reached the age of 17 years that everything really changed. There had been a small rebel group known as the Demtron 5. They happened to be passing through on the evening hours when they came across Artyria. Artyria was in an alley way facing that of a bulldog meld, challenging him for the scraps that were tossed out by an obviously richer person. The smell of left over steak was enough to entoxicate any starving beast into a ravage fighting machine. This bulldog was there. Artyria held her wits about her, and faced her foe. It was a scrap alright, but with her body being younger and agile, she was able to outwit the foe and take the prize. The Demtron 5 took this as a sign of strength, and without hesitation, extended their hand in offering of a better life. And since then, it had been. They were able to obtain luxuries such as clothing, good food, and the rare occasional bottle of red wine. It was the life she had grown to love until just recently. The Demtron 5 were not as clever at moving from place to place as many other rebel groups were, and soon had been flushed out. The main 5 certainly went to jail for stealing from the rich. Artyria though, had managed to escape the capture. It all had happened so quickly, that she had quickly ended up at square one, but with more than what the eye could see. From the group she managed to obtain a trench coat and her 6-shot revolver which stayed hidden on her person at all time now. Never had she actually used the weapon, but it made her feel more safe in having it close to hand.
That rebel had a face...
SDSD
She is as you see here. Most her body is covered in brown fur, except for her ears and tail, they darken out to black. She does have star tattoos that help define her, such as on her cheek, her right arm, chest, and back. She generally wears her long black trench coat wherever she goes, for within it lies a weapon she herself has never fired off in her life, but the though of knowing its there gives her a calm composure.
That rebel has a way of life...
SDSDNot your typical bat-your-eyelids sort of lady. She has
been known to have a wild streak in her. Don't
dare make her angry, she can hold a grudge for
weeks. When she's in a good mood, she's generally
a cool person to be around. More of a leader type
than a follower, she rather go off on her own if a
group doesn't want to do things her way. She's
just stubborn like that.
And the rebel has a past, present, future...
SDSDShe grew up amongst the Slums. Her parents had long forgotten her and had left her to fend for herself. She would generally find bits and pieces here and there to survive. And it was when she reached the age of 17 years that everything really changed. There had been a small rebel group known as the Demtron 5. They happened to be passing through on the evening hours when they came across Artyria. Artyria was in an alley way facing that of a bulldog meld, challenging him for the scraps that were tossed out by an obviously richer person. The smell of left over steak was enough to entoxicate any starving beast into a ravage fighting machine. This bulldog was there. Artyria held her wits about her, and faced her foe. It was a scrap alright, but with her body being younger and agile, she was able to outwit the foe and take the prize. The Demtron 5 took this as a sign of strength, and without hesitation, extended their hand in offering of a better life. And since then, it had been. They were able to obtain luxuries such as clothing, good food, and the rare occasional bottle of red wine. It was the life she had grown to love until just recently. The Demtron 5 were not as clever at moving from place to place as many other rebel groups were, and soon had been flushed out. The main 5 certainly went to jail for stealing from the rich. Artyria though, had managed to escape the capture. It all had happened so quickly, that she had quickly ended up at square one, but with more than what the eye could see. From the group she managed to obtain a trench coat and her 6-shot revolver which stayed hidden on her person at all time now. Never had she actually used the weapon, but it made her feel more safe in having it close to hand.
That rebel had a face...
SDSD
She is as you see here. Most her body is covered in brown fur, except for her ears and tail, they darken out to black. She does have star tattoos that help define her, such as on her cheek, her right arm, chest, and back. She generally wears her long black trench coat wherever she goes, for within it lies a weapon she herself has never fired off in her life, but the though of knowing its there gives her a calm composure.
I HAVE IT ITS SUN BURST!!!!
