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Guardian's Name and Brief Description:
Jeremy "Remy" Sloane
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Hair
--Color: Deep, rich chocolate brown. Slight tinges of red in the sunshine, she doesn't ever color it.
--Length: Aaaaall the way down to her bum. Cutting it would require effort, and that's far beyond Remy.
--Texture: Wavy/curly. Messy. It'd look nice if she actually ran a brush through it, maybe even went as far as to style it at times. As it stands she's got little to no interest in upkeeping her appearance.
Eyes: Murky brownish-green. Long lashes.
Complexion: Olive skin tone. She's got freckles across the bridge of her nose and over her shoulders. One would think she might be of italian descent but it's not absolute.
Height: 5'9" -- She's a tall one.
Body type: Lithe and muscular.
Personality: Remy is all man except for the fact that she was born female. Jeans, t-shirt, muddy boots, flannels, ponytails. She doesn't really like kids, and has none of her own. She does, however, pride herself on keeping herself in-shape through rigorous work-outs and training with heavy weaponry. She specializes in two-handed long-swords when training. Fearless to a fault, Remy is your typical tomboy. She's got a lover named Lind who is just as weapon crazy as Remy, and he's not ashamed to admit that he doesn't wear the pants in the family.
Criminal's Name: Sascha Van Morass
Criminal's Gender: Female.
Criminal's Crime: Slavery, Murder, Torture, Kidnapping, Cannibalism. GUILTY. A wicked, wicked being, Sascha was found to have captured destitute youth and teen boys who were lured in by promises of riches and rewards. Instead the first two newcomers to her lair were implanted with a toxic, biological form of mind control against their will. These "puppets" (as she fondly called them during her trial) were used to lure more and more youngsters into her den. There she would bind them up in webs, sometimes for weeks, before she would feast on their blood and organs. At times death would come quickly.. other times, Sascha's sadistic tendancies would prolong the pain of the children. This would continue until the day when "Puppet One" broke free unbeknownst to Sascha and turned the devious woman in. When asked at her trial why she did what she did, her reply was simple. "Why not? I was hungry. The sweet, full flavors of youthful flesh merely took the edge off."
Full Physical Description of the Criminal: Sascha is from the waist up completely human. Her skin is a rich and healthy tan. Her eyes are deep orange with slitted horizontal pupils. The sclera of her eyes are dark yellow. Her ears are small and pointed. She is quite beautiful with regal features. Her hair is long and midnight black. Around her chest she wears a simple swath of ruby silk for modesty's sake.
Sashca does indeed have fangs. They are not visible unless she smiles.
From the waist down Sascha is built like a spider. She has eight legs similar to those of a goliath spider. They are thick and muscular and sprinkled with babyfine hair. Her legs are a deep dark burgundy-red in color, as is her abdomen. Sascha does have spinnerets and she is perfectly capable of making massive webs used for the sole purpose of subduing her prey (or protecting her egg-sac. Sascha has never produced one.)
Name and Brief Description of Home Planet: A low populated planet, Aracsna is covered completely in mossy bogs and old, rotting forests. The marshy quality of the dank planet creates a semi-humid atmosphere. It's very warm on the planet (Gaia temperatures of 75-85 year round.) The water supply on the planet is tolerable in taste and quality. Nothing to write home to mother about.
Aracsnasians all look typically the same, with their humanoid torsos and spider-like bottomparts, and may come in a myriad of colors. The social structure of Aracsna is similar to that of Gaia. Their main export is silk. Aracsnasians excel at weaving tapestries; their silk is renowned for being the most exotic and lovely specimen in the galaxy. Cheeses, wines and bread are their main import.
Aracsnasians are omnivorous. They raise a small type of bug-like creature that is harvested much like cattle would be. They also feast on small birds, berries, fruits, cheeses and breads.
Aracsna's leadership is a bit old-fashioned. The Council makes the laws and delivers punishments as they deem fit. Sascha's crimes were the first serious crimes Aracsna had seen in well over 250 years. Aracsnasians are a truly peace-loving breed.
Full Description of Criminal's Personality, Powers, and What Makes Them Awesome: Sascha was actually raised in a very loving, comfortable home. Growing up, however, her parents noticed that she had some violent tendencies. She would destroy dolls and found pleasure in torturing small creatures she would find. That would only be the start of her bloodthirsty ways. Sascha had few to no friends as she grew older. She excelled at her studies and was very proficient at playing both the piano and the violin. Sascha was always fond of reading about the history of her planet and the savage ways of her ancestors. Sascha thrives on violence, gore, blood and dissent of all sorts.
In her middle years, Sascha grew to love and embrace biological means of manipulation and mind control. Though she acheived no doctorates through conventional means, the knowledge she garnered from books and practice on smaller creatures would turn out to be all she needed.
As a mature adult female, Sascha has the ability to create massive, suffocating webs. She also can deliver a mild poision via her fangs. Her strength of body is immense. Her strength of mind borders on genius. Sascha has a dark sense of humor and oftentimes tells snide little jokes that nobody else can comprehend.
Baby's name: Octave "Tav" Sloane
Full Physical Description of the Baby: Octave is a male. His extremities are wood-like in appearance (with rings and grains), and from each joint he possesses (ankle, knee, elbow, shoulder, wrist) a small skein of the finest black silk protrudes from his splintery body. (...like a puppet, get it?!) This silk is usually wrapped around the limb it originates from and is tied (or sometimes taped) off to prevent them dragging about. Despite having arms and legs that have the appearance of wood, if cut Octave will bleed, albeit sluggishly. His toes and hands have diminished senses of touching and feeling textures and extreme temperatures. He can cause splinters so precautions should be taken. The wooden aspect of his body would dissipate into a deep burnished bronze-colored skin that would make up the rest of his body.
Octave's hair is long and deep reddish-black. Straight as sin. His eyes have no pupils and are a deep, beady black in coloration. His sclera is nonexistant. His eyesight is poor and in later stages he would require glasses of some kind. His eyes are also very sensitive to extreme light.
Prompt Letter and Response
razz rompt B zomg.
Remy shifted the mint-flavored toothpick around in her mouth. With eyes narrowed she watched Tav with something akin to bafflement. In turn, Tav was eyeballing the newest addition to the family: a fat, decidedly stupid calico kitten. He disdainfully prodded the baby cat with a wooden toe. "You're serious?" he muttered to nobody in particular, though Remy caught the teen's derision-laced question. The kitten of wonderment caught sight of Tav's silky bits and made a dive for them. Tav looked torn between smashing in the kitten's skull or wrapping the silken strands around its neck and strangling it. Blissfully unaware, the pudgy kitten batted about the glossy new toys.
"Damn it, Tav," Remy blustered, "I figgered it was right 'bout time you learned somethin' 'bout bein' responsible." She grunted and leaned forward, finger outstretched. "y'know Lind gets'ta sneezin' like a fiend whenever he comes inta contact with a dog." Mannishly broad shoulders lifted in a shrug, "Thought about gettin' ya a woodpecker but din't think ya'd find the humor innit." Remy smiled broadly at her joke. She cracked herself up.
Tav wasn't so amused. "I don't want it, Jeremy." He always called her by her given name, knew how much it irritated her. The narrowing of her eyes gave him great pleasure, as did the tightening of her mouth. "I'm afraid you'll just have to take it back to where ever you picked up the heinous little beast." The tri-colored feline got tangled up in Tav's strings and stumbled, landing on its side with a hefty thud. Without thinking, Octave leaned over and righted the soft little fluffball. A loud snort echoed throughout the room before heavy bootsteps thudded against the floor as Remy made an about-face. Tav's features twisted into a guilty expression.
"I'm thinkin' I'll be givin' ya some time t'rethink yer decision before takin' the little gal back t'the shelter." Remy paused before exiting Tav's dark bedroom. "I left a bag of toys n'a litter box outside yer door. Some food, too." Her muscled frame disappeared down the hallway but not before she bellowed back towards Tav, "We can talk more t'marra 'bout what you wanna do with'er."
Disgruntled, Tav let out a hearty sigh before falling back onto his bed. The kitten tried to jump onto the bed with him, tiny claws seeking purchase in his wooden thigh. The pinpricks didn't phase Tav, and the kitten clambered up on to his chest, curling up in satisfaction. Tav rubbed his temples with his index fingers. He sighed again, louder.
The kitten purred.
