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Darkness breaks, Moon awakes, night now brings the stars it makes.
Moon beams fall, Light up all, From silvery woods there comes a call.
Grayish blur, Shaggy fur, Food is this night creatures lure.
Brown deer, Very near, It is brought down full of fear.
Deadly bite, Very tight, Every wolf will feast tonight.
Moon beams fall, Light up all, From silvery woods there comes a call.
Grayish blur, Shaggy fur, Food is this night creatures lure.
Brown deer, Very near, It is brought down full of fear.
Deadly bite, Very tight, Every wolf will feast tonight.
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ββΊGENDER
xFemale
.x.........Heterosexual
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x..........Ukrainian
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/ / / / / Goddamn right, you should be scared of me. / / / / /
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/ / / / / Goddamn right, you should be scared of me. / / / / /
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x72 KG
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xBlonde
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Hailing from a military background, Katia would rather draw a weapon to deal with her problems. However, since she is unable to keep herself armed at all times, more like than not she's forced to draw upon her morphologist's skill set. She demonstrates a sort of controlled wildness; her eyes turn predatory and talons and fangs tear at her enemies as she continuously shifts her physiology on the fly.
Katia is a pretty creature. Her face is a smallish thing, with her eyes being her largest feature. She stands taller than the average female, and her build is considerably more than average. Muscle is corded through her body giving her a powerful and displined frame. From just looking at her, it's obvious the woman has a training regiment, one she keeps up with dutifully. Callouses mark her palms and fingers, and scars etch across her knuckles. Scars also dot the rest of her body, but mostly have faded from time. Her wrists bear Cyrillic words ΠΡΠΎΠ² Π²ΠΎΠ²ΠΊΠ°, and when translated say "Blood of the Wolf." Another tattoo sits on the top of her rib cage, though this one she keeps hidden. Upon inspection, it is clearly the brand of the Red Triad
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/ / / / / Tili tili bom, the nightbirds are chirping. / / / / /
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/ / / / / Tili tili bom, the nightbirds are chirping. / / / / /
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Though selective about a few stretches of her past, the majority she's willing to share if asked. Katia was born in the Ukraine, Yalta to be specific, to a middle class family. She can trace her magical lineage through her mother, who was also a Morphologist, and her grandmother before that, while her father provided the stiff spine of a soldier. Her father was a career man who was usually away on duty, leaving Katia's mother to take care of their child.
Still, even though he was absent for long stretches at a time, when he was around he was a loving bear of a man who cared for his wife and child more than anything else. Though as stiff as Katia turned out to be, the man still had a warmth about him. He urged Katia to excel in whatever she did, and to do nothing in half measures.
Katia was about eight when she demonstrated her Morphologist power, accidentally sprouting a horn while in the middle of class. It was... Embarrassing, to say the least. Still, from that moment on her mother began to teach her how to control her magic. Life continued in this fashion, getting an education from both school and her mother, but soon it became evident she'd eventually follow in her fathers footsteps as a soldier. When she was eighteen and finally of age, she enlisted in the military. There, the Katia of today was beginning to emerge.
They taught her how to shoot a gun precisely, gave her a stiff-back and a sense of self-respect, and taught her how to fight. Mages are useful for warfare, but it was here that Katia got her first taste of restriction. She was assigned to a magician group and given a list of rules she must obey. She could not use her powers completely, and she could only use them in the battlefield, and never in the public. She never rose in the ranks because of it, possessing a tendency to shift in public, and disobey any order that restricted her as a mage.
Still, she was a good soldier, so she was never discharged, though she came close a few times. On a few occasions, she believed she had her father to thank for that... She spent a decade and a half in the service before she finally allowed leave due to circumstances concerning her mother. It's here that gaps start to appear in what she's willing to tell. She glosses over what she did in the service, and outright refuses to reveal what the circumstances that led to her leave were, but her mother conspicuously stops being mentioned afterward.
A few years afterward, another gap appears, the time between then and what led her to New Cairo. Though an inspection of the tattoo riding on the top of her right ribcage would reveal the Red Triad brand, indicating she has had some dealings with the group. Now however, if asked about them she'll call them terrorists and leave it at that.
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Still, even though he was absent for long stretches at a time, when he was around he was a loving bear of a man who cared for his wife and child more than anything else. Though as stiff as Katia turned out to be, the man still had a warmth about him. He urged Katia to excel in whatever she did, and to do nothing in half measures.
Katia was about eight when she demonstrated her Morphologist power, accidentally sprouting a horn while in the middle of class. It was... Embarrassing, to say the least. Still, from that moment on her mother began to teach her how to control her magic. Life continued in this fashion, getting an education from both school and her mother, but soon it became evident she'd eventually follow in her fathers footsteps as a soldier. When she was eighteen and finally of age, she enlisted in the military. There, the Katia of today was beginning to emerge.
They taught her how to shoot a gun precisely, gave her a stiff-back and a sense of self-respect, and taught her how to fight. Mages are useful for warfare, but it was here that Katia got her first taste of restriction. She was assigned to a magician group and given a list of rules she must obey. She could not use her powers completely, and she could only use them in the battlefield, and never in the public. She never rose in the ranks because of it, possessing a tendency to shift in public, and disobey any order that restricted her as a mage.
Still, she was a good soldier, so she was never discharged, though she came close a few times. On a few occasions, she believed she had her father to thank for that... She spent a decade and a half in the service before she finally allowed leave due to circumstances concerning her mother. It's here that gaps start to appear in what she's willing to tell. She glosses over what she did in the service, and outright refuses to reveal what the circumstances that led to her leave were, but her mother conspicuously stops being mentioned afterward.
A few years afterward, another gap appears, the time between then and what led her to New Cairo. Though an inspection of the tattoo riding on the top of her right ribcage would reveal the Red Triad brand, indicating she has had some dealings with the group. Now however, if asked about them she'll call them terrorists and leave it at that.
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/ / / / / Oh, tell us oh, we belong way down below. / / / / /
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/ / / / / Oh, tell us oh, we belong way down below. / / / / /
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xMORPHOLOGY
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/ / / / / You got teeth like a wolf, but you cry like a sheep. / / / / /
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/ / / / / You got teeth like a wolf, but you cry like a sheep. / / / / /
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