VitoftheVoid

(Dead) The Gifted World

Hi! Imma probably grab an Erubesco character and probably some others as I go.

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@The Narrator Yep, go ahead. =)

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@ScoundrelQueen Yes on Missy!

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Oren scratched a few readings down on her notes.

Whilst people tended toward the more technological, she was a child of the 1920's, and had a measure of mistrust for anything too non-tangible. She had learned the usage of computers as a necessity rather than out of any kind of appreciation for the things. Most of her research notes existed in paper form and were backed up digitally, to make it easier to compile them into the data she was after.

Oren was attempting to create proper scientific studies on the cryptid species and document their abilities in concrete terms. SCION allowed a unique opportunity for that. Though the sample size was little and the participants were...

A knock on the door.

The vampress sighed, her distaste rising when the individual on the other side of the door spoke up.

As much as she was not happy about it, it was increasingly clear that she was going to have to address this directly to avoid any further problems.

The door swung open and Oren regarded the figure of Ashley with a weary disdain. Entirely the opposite of someone old before their time, Oren had the rarely-seen look about her of a person who had been old inside for a long time, but lacked the weathered face to properly express it.

Trevon. Vampire. Hunter's Moon.

She supposed she shouldn't be surprised.

"At the risk of sounding condescending," The researcher began, casually scratching off a few things on her note paper as she stood in the doorway,
"You're not going to have much luck asking me when I'm not the person making the noise."

Somewhere through the wall there could be heard the scratching and snarling of the wolf that had caught vampire scent and was not handling this gracefully.

"I could open the seal if you'd like to have a word with the 300lb of wolf there, perhaps tell it your problems with its behaviour. aside from that all I can suggest is that you deal with it and understand that my work is just as important as yours."
Her dark grey gaze flickered up for a moment to hold eye contact.

"Will that be all?"

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@Spinosaurus Yup, still going.

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@GrizzTheMauler Terran looks fine, that's a yes!

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@GrizzTheMauler Yep! IC has started but apps are still very much welcome!

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@urukhai Yes on Zeros! Looks great.

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Full Name: Dinah Jael Fox
Nicknames/Aliases: Di, Tigger
Age:18
Gender: Female
Species: Human (Infected with a Wendigo.)
SCION Team/Rank: Trainee, Hunter's Moon

Description:

Di is a tall, athletic young woman, with greenish eyes and light brown hair that's usually tied back in an untidy french plait for practicality's sake. It's often ascessorised with leaves and moss.
She has a scattering of freckles across her skin and appears lightly tanned, mostly because she spends so often outside. Her clothing, assuming she has applied some, tends to be unrestrictive as much as is possible. She likes to construct accessories out of fur, bones and teeth.

Personality:

Dinah Fox is a person who has nearly always lived by her own rules.

Di is not a person to keep how she feels about anything to herself. She is outwardly affectionate to people she likes..to the point that a personal bubble doesn't seem to exist where she'd concerned. If she likes a person she'll flying tackle them and hug them to death as a greeting if she wants to. At the same time if she dislikes a person, she will not in the slightest bit hesitate about showing them the extent of that.

Possibly in a similar vein, Di could be seen as being rather...feral. She always has been that way. While many SCION women (and a few men) love pretty clothes, Di is a lot less concerned about it.
She also doesn't wear makeup. She was once persuaded to try wearing nail polish and ended up scraping it off with her teeth because she thought it made her nails feel odd. She had no concept of manners or formality. She eats pretty much everything with her hands...unless it's soup, then she'll just lift it up and drink it right out of the bowl. She sees nothing wrong with skinning game on the common room table. Di works on the basis that she's an animal, so she might as well act like one.

Despite this behaviour, something that can often cause a bit of friction, Di has inherited the Fox family's innate sense of compassion. Seeing others suffer disturbs her enormously and she cannot stand unnecessary cruelty or sadistic behaviour. She tends to want to help others and be relied upon to take responsibility in situations.

Skills:

-Skilled tracker and hunter, is able to make snares and other traps to catch small animals (or possibly rather more dangerous things). Is able to both construct and use bows. Could survive in wilderness areas indefinitely provided she remained healthy and able to hunt.

- Wendigo powers. Due to being the host to a dark nature spirit, Dinah has a special connection to earth energies. Plants tend to grow in places where she stays for long. Animals tend to have an affinity with her, especially predators and she can often pacify creatures...even werewolves.

Weaknesses:

-Unsophisticated. Di has few social graces, and little grasp on anything that involves technology. Her lack of manners means she can't exactly fade into the background in social events. It's something she needs to work on if she wants a career in intelligence.

-Wendigo curse. Dinah must hunt and spill blood to feed the earth regularly so as not to wake the full force of the spirit that dwells inside her. If she fails to prepare properly she may be overwhelmed by this presence and become a mindless beast.

Brief History:

Dinah, along with her older brother Cyrus, were adopted by Saffiya, one of the SCION officers after they were discovered living by themselves in the wilds of Wyoming. Dinah had apparently taken to this far more readily than her brother, and seemed entirely at home out there.

It was only once they'd returned to civilisation that it became clear that the girl was no longer quite herself. In the time they had been out there, Dinah had become host to one of the spirits of the hunt. She has, in the time in between, done her best to keep it under control within the restrictions that a more structured life demands.

Dinah has been around SCION for a few years, and as a result seemed naturally pre-disposed to taking up a role within the organisation. Saffiya has hoped to some degree it will give the young woman a little more direction in life.

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"The Doc has signed off on this right? I don't like that there's no-one else here. I would't put it past you to be trying to take me out while no-one else is looking."

"Don't tempt me, dog. Now quit bitching and start a shift. I do not have all day." Dr Kovalenko lifted a slender finger off the intercom button and returned her attention to her notes.

The researcher was stood behind a thick barrier of re-enforced glass in order to observe and collate data. Whilst funding was not boundless in these times, and the installation of a locked-down test chamber within the HQ was quite a big outgoing; she had pointed out to others within the network that could could never afford to be too cautious when you were dealing with cryptid species. And, certainly, she felt better in this case that there was going to be several inches of near unbreakable material between her and that damned animal.

Operative Norrevinter, stood inside the white walls of the test chamber, colourful sensor wires trailing from underneath the set of scrubs she was wearing, was feeling a little less re-assured by her position. The tall, intimidating norwegian woman regarded the researcher at the viewing window with undisguised contempt and adjusted the shapeless garments awkwardly. They were, of course, a bit of a gesture in futility. The beast was only going to tear free of them within seconds, and possibly eat half of the fabric in the process. Oren wouldn't allow anything , other than herself and her shifting focus, in from outside of research out of concern it might influence the readings. However, it was embarrassing enough to have been assigned to a session of being the bitch doctor's lab rat, but she was not doing without some form of clothing.

"Are you recording?" Kora asked, pushing a strand of wavy, ginger hair out of her face to scrutinise what the biologist was doing. She trusted that soulless leech about as far as she could throw her, but orders were orders.
...though on reflection, she could probably throw her pretty far..

"Yes. Get on with it."
The vampress' cold grey eyes flickered from her annotations to a monitor set to one side that was gathering data. Pulse rate, brainwave patterns, temperature, electrical and magnetic impulses, that kind of thing. All the sorts of things you might want to know about a transforming werewolf.

Back in the chamber itself, the nordic woman reached below the neckline of the top and pulled out a simple pewter mjolnir, a few etchings in the scarred metal. Her large hand closed around the small metallic object, and gripped tightly, gripped until the edges started to dig into the skin on her palm. She then started to mutter something under her breath. Oren would have asked her to speak up for the recording...but who exactly spoke old norse? Well, aside from the backward Game of Thrones-esque lycanthropes that seemed to dwell around the scandinavian coastlines. There wasn't a lot of data to be gathered anyway. As far as her research had concluded, the actual words of a focus was not important, but the state of mind it brought about, in order to force a change, a werewolf needed to-

Her thought were cut off by screams. Screaming and the sickening organic crunching of snapping bones. She looked back to the viewing window to see Kora bent double, arms wrapped round her ribs as they shattered themselves. The noise was deafening, and was not going to let up until about the thirty second mark, when the vocal chords ripped in half. Oren muted the audio output on her end. She didn't need that distraction.

The observation room in the research section was soundproofed. The test chamber, less so. Oren would not be totally surprised if the screaming was not filtering out into the rest of the building.

The HQ was an older building. Once it had been a house to some wealth eccentric supposedly, then a boarding school, then an ageing relic out far away from anything of note. Then it had been purchased by their anonymous benefactor.. So far, it had proved a worthy enough location. The house was large and sprawling, enough main complex and outbuildings to house the staff members, and set far enough away from anything, amid thick woodland, so they didn't get many unwanted guests.

The age of the building though did mean that things such as sound did suffer from time to time, and the people eating breakfast in the cafeteria that morning might have been put off their food somewhat.

By that point, Kora had dropped to her hands and knees, limbs beginning to lengthen in sudden, spasmodic spurts of growth. Her facial bones had split and elongated, pulling together into some twisted snout that was cultivating a set of pointed white fangs. The pulse on the monitors was racing and body temperature had spiked. Fur had begun to spread over her skin as the scrubs began to rip with the rapid expanse of the chest and shoulders.

At the two minute mark the pulse would stutter and momentarily fail before returning faster, more rapid and forceful.

After about the five minute mark, Oren stopped the timer. Change was complete.

Int he middle of the test chamber crouched a hulking monstrosity covered in thick, reddish fur. It stood on two large, paw-like feet, legs bent like the hind quarters of an animal, but its hunched torso carrying some hint of a human-like spinal structure. Its arms were long, wiry, ending in twisted hand-paws with great yellowing claws. The face was all that of some kind of monstrous canid, perfectly formed set of carnivore teeth on display at it watched her, snarling, planting its feet to move.

"You're going to try to kill me again aren't you?" Oren asked, wearily as she ticked something off on her list. The vampress took a small, but deliberate step away from the glass moments before the full weight of the werewolf flung itself against the barrier, snarling, clawing, leaving streaks of foamy drool against the formerly clear surface.

She was going to have to clean that.

"I can't tell, Norrevinter, if you just have no self control, or whether you know exactly what you're doing and just do this to piss me off....because you can't think it scares me." Dr Kovalenko remarked contemptuously as she went to check the readings.

No, it didn't scare her. Well, not any more. The fact that the first time had gotten a flinch out of her was not really worth mentioning as far as she was concerned. Though funnily enough since then the Kora-wolf had tried it every time, and the Kora-person had denied remembering doing it at all with the expression of a child caught with their hands in a cookie jar.

Oren sighed as she tried to collate the data and ignore the rattling of the observation window as the beast inside tore at it. She was going to be so irritated if that got scratched.

What was that quote?

Never work with children or animals.