Idenshi

[Damek]

Idenshi

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No human form... yet... (See story)
What're you doing, furball?!

In the cold breeze that I walk along,

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The memories of generations burn within me![/color][/b][/center]

FULL NAME: Idenshi
AGE: 18
NICKNAMES: Furball, Ide, Iden
RACE: Wolf (Female)
PACK LOYALTY None at the moment (subject to change)
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
CANON OR ORIGINAL?: Original

Been forever, since I cried the pain and sorrow!

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I live and die, proud of my people gaining![/color][/font][/b][/center]

HEIGHT: N/A (See story)
WOLF FORM HEIGHT: 2'7"
WEIGHT: N/A
WOLF FORM WEIGHT: 79 Lbs.
BUILD: Lean, yet muscular
TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: None
HAIR COLOUR: N/A
WOLF FORM HAIR COLOR: White with red and black markings.
EYE COLOUR: N/A
WOLF EYE COLOR: Black
WOLF APPEARANCE

I'm here standing on the edge,

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Staring up at where the moon should be![/color][/font][/b][/center]

LIKES: Honor, integrity, values, loyalty, snow, infants, the cold
DISLIKES: Business, thieves, nobles, heat, being told negative things, greed
FEARS: A cage, being weak, being found by Orkham
STRENGTHS: Physical prowess, great instincts, knows a lot about Orkham's keep
WEAKNESSES: Low self-esteem, doesn't know about the world at all, doesn't know how to pass as a human
OTHER: Growing up hearing of greed and lust, she naturally resented all of it. Her instincts told her to.

Stray!

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No regrets cause I got nothing to lose![/color][/font][/b][/center]

MOTHER: None
FATHER: None
SIBLINGS: None
PARTNER: None (may change. depends )
CHILDREN: None
OTHER: No family because she is a "tank-bred"
OVERALL HISTORY:
Lord Orkham, long ago, commissioned a project. This project collected scraps for years, fur, claws, teeth, skin, whatever they could find, from wolves. From this collection that took a very long time to make, they pulled sequences of genetic code. These sequences were compiled, categorized, modified, put together, taken apart, lost, found again, then finally organized into complete strands. These complete strands were then put together to form a full genetic code. This code was inserted into a tank, very similar to that of Cheza's, and left to grow into something. The result, to Orkham's eyes, was the perfect wolf.

Of course it wasn't. All the varied genetics (some modified by the science team) gave this wolf some very strange fur patterns, including streaks of red modeled after Orkham's ships, a black tuft at the end of the tail, and then the fact that there were tufts at all, on the forward shoulders and the ankles. The success that Orkham saw, was the finely tuned muscle structures, hyper-regeneration of damaged tissue, and what they all thought was a successful imprint on its mind to be completely and utterly devoted to Orkham.

Yet again, it wasn't so. Genetic memory, the thing that gives all creatures their instincts, won out over this foreign imprint. These instincts also told the wolf, she would have to play along with this Noble's schemes, or she would die. So for 18 years, since the second being taken out of that tank, Orkham experimented on his "Subject Zero" with various tests, exercises, physical conditioning blocks, mental acuity training, and so on and so forth. Believing her to be completely loyal, he didn't once think that all this could be used against him.

At the end of the her 20th "birthday" (which the humans strangely celebrate as a time of happiness) she had acquired an abnormal strength, not super powerful, just abnormal. Her instincts had honed her personality to be almost the exact opposite of what Orkham wanted. As for intelligence, she was smart, but knew very little of the world outside of Orkham's cage. But her instincts once again told her, that was where she needed to be. So, she broke out of the cage that was Orkham's keep. Fortunately for Orkham, one can suppose, is that she never learned how to disguise herself as a human. She never needed to. So now she walks the streets of Freeze City, alone and confused, trying to deal with this new world. Other humans stare at her at all the time, some cry out and run away in fear.

Others even try hurting her, but she deals with them. She has no problem with no self-defense, or the bloody mess it leaves behind because of the way she was raised to look at it. Her instincts provided no counter on the point, and so she doesn't realize its just helping Orkham track her. How could she? All this was so new and noisy. She did, however, pick up a name other than "Subject Zero." Idenshi, meaning a gene, is what she was. So she took it on with her. (The closest description to how she thinks is here. There is no gray.)

Ever stray!

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So I'm gonna live my life as I choose![/color][/font][/b][/center]

NICKNAME: Dusty, DC, Cheese
AGE: 16
EXPERIENCE: 4 years give or take.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Admin,
PASSWORD: The Scent of Lunar Flowers
RP SAMPLE:
Damek watched from a dark corner that he had retreated into while a new person came right off the turbolift and strolled right up to a clone and began chatting happily. This man had a certain air Damek didn't like. At all. His demeanor spoke of secrets held for a long time, and would probably be held for longer. Damek strained to hear the words of the conversation, and just his luck, the guy was spouting jargon like a new school graduate. Damek knew what was coming, he had experienced it before. Very particularly, in a cantina on Abregado-rae. Some hot-shot smuggler that had just made a run and celebrating, "The Kessel run in 5 parsecs! So close to that one Aluminum Falcon!" He was of course, dead drunk at the time. Arrested within a minute. Unfortunately, so was everyone else in the room. Which is why Damek had to deal with this little snot telling him how great he was over everyone else because he did something amazing for a week while being processed.

Damek didn't think it would be that bad, however. Ah well, he would have to introduce himself to the guy. He had another feeling they would have to get real close real soon. Call it instinct, but things were going to go south and fast. Damek emerged from his nice corner and walked past the small station to one on the wall. This was his official station, monitoring power draw and heat emissions from the turbo-lasers. New ones too, not the old fashioned plasma launchers, but the high-tech tibanna enhanced laser bursts. Just a fancy way of saying it was hotter and burned through armor faster. It didn't really matter to Damek, except that tibanna was highly corrosive in its military-grade form. Just a bunch more work to trudge through to keep his behind off of the Coruscant watch list. It didn't matter, checking the display, really. A coolant leak on the starboard forward battery would take most of his time already. All brand new and shiny, it breaks as fast as the rest. He totally forgot about the stranger as he ran and threw his stuff into a supply closet and grabbed the hydrospanner from a wall locker. When would the blasted ship take off? Just having the option of getting off the thing was giving Damek lots of second thoughts.

Until I fall! Stray! Stray!

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Lyrics by Steve Conte. Song: Stray!

[James]

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