[b]Name:[/b] Ryann Bowers “Rye Bread” (a nickname bestowed upon her by her brothers) [b]Age:[/b] 20 [b]Gender:[/b] Who even knows??? (Responds to female pronouns) [b]Species:[/b] Bird-human-mutation. [b]World of Origin: [/b] [hider=Limbo] Ryann is originally from a world most often referred to as Limbo. If were to be compared to any other world, it would most likely resemble an odd but mysterious mix of Wonderland, Neverland, and a post-apocalyptic present time, all mashed up with a bundle of deadly abominations, and evenly divided over three major islands. The scenery is mostly green, aside from a few spots of ruins or other odd structures (think Scottish highlands). Technology isn’t all there, but medicine and hygiene have made their way just fine. The wild life and people are quite similar to the ones on earth, but occasionally have odd “mutations”. These could vary from a weird array of freckles to an entire extra set of functioning limbs to suddenly being able to set things on fire with your mind. The creatures there are even worse, often resembling things from nightmares. The peaceful beings living there call them static, and try their best to stay away from them. It might not be the most peaceful of worlds to belong to, but it can be downright magical at times, and is full of all sorts of unpredictable wonders. [/hider] [b]Are you a member of TRIDENT? [/b]- Nope. [b]Are you one of those seemingly normal people?[/b] Nope. Not on Earth, at least. [b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=General appearance] [img]http://40.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lusd11Deso1qei85do1_500.jpg[/img] [/hider]Ryann is a small, compact person, standing barely 5’4 and tipping the scale at 110lbs, most of which is very lean muscle. Her general appearance is very androgynous, with short chopped red hair, a square jaw and very pale, rosy skin that is covered in little pale freckles. Her eyes, which people often call black, are actually a very dark brown. Her more unusual trait is a pair of small wings on her back, which fully extend at about 2ft. She can usually be seen wearing skinny jeans and button-ups, preferably with boots of some sort, though she is occasionally fond of dresses and fancier shoes. (Most of her tops have holes sewn into them for her wings). [b]Abilities: [/b] - Ryann is able to read the winds, and can essentially ride them like a kite. Her wings help with balance and steering. She use to be able to call the wind to her in Limbo, but somehow, it just doesn’t work that way on Earth. - Her wings are able to mimic the pattern and shape of any bird she’s seen the feathers of before. The process is a bit painful, and takes a few minutes to complete, but the variety of wings helps with steering through specific obstacles. - She has a minor healing factor—minor flesh wounds and sprains should heal completely in about 24 hours, and anything further from that (that is not mortal) would take about 1/3 of the time it normally would. Scarring still remains. - She can talk to birds, and is good at talking them into doing dumb stuff. - A heightened sense of balance and agility. [b]Skills:[/b] - Basic outdoor survival skills. - Knows how to hunt and fish. - Has a very good memory for directions and locations that she’s been to. - Knows how to make some boss ass cookies. - Good at working with what she has. Very innovative. [b]Strengths: [/b] - Speed and reflexes. Very difficult to catch. - Overly observant and a bit noise sensitive. - Has a temper hidden somewhere and can act very stubborn. - Can take quite a beating before it gets to be too much. Built very sturdily. [b]Weaknesses: [/b] - Can be careless and clumsy sometimes. - Doesn’t like stressful situations and can get overwhelmed easily. - Isn’t horribly strong herself, and never formally learned how to defend herself. Anyone trained in basic combat could easily take her down if they got their hands on her. - Her ability to ride the wind, obviously, requires there to be a breeze. No wind, no power, no flight. Even a small breeze will do, although it might not take her as far, it’s still ride-able. [b]Equipment Requests:[/b] - A light knapsack with basic survival gear, and a sleeping bag. - Pocket knives, and a lot of em. She likes to hide the suckers under her clothing. - A couple of sketchbooks and some nice pencils. - Although she didn’t mean to drag him along, in her possession currently is a giant stone crab (about the size of a basketball) named Roach. He can mimic the color and texture of any object he’s touching.[hider=this is what a rock crab looks like][img]http://www.hospitalityinfocentre.co.uk/Fish/Shellfish/Images/stone_crab1.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]History:[/b] [hider=Click me yo] Ryann was born somewhere on the coasts of Limbo, but after losing her parents at 4, was raised by a man named Raphael alongside two older boys, Felix and Emery. None of the children were related to Raphael, and yet somehow he’d come a parent and all of them slowly became a family of sorts. Ryann spent the early years of her childhood mostly trailing after her older brothers and getting into plenty of trouble with them. It was an adventurous childhood that kept her curious and cautious, and always wanting to explore more. You might think this dangerous in such a monster-filled world, but with her brothers alongside her, the three never faced anything they couldn’t handle. They were practically inseparable since the age of 8. A little after Ryann turned 10, she began to mutate for the first time. Her brother’s had already long acquired odd traits at the hands of Limbo, so they helped her adjust when her wings suddenly began to sprout from her back, and then again when the winds suddenly swept her off a cliff then twenty feet into the air, like a loose sail caught in a strong gale. It was an adventure, one she’d obviously found a bit more frightening than others, but just as fun. As the three siblings got older, they began to adventure in their own directions, often only joining one another for meals or when asked. It wasn’t that they were growing distant, but more than they were growing independent, and more willing to brave Limbo on their own. That is exactly what Ryann was doing, the day that the rift appeared. She had Roach with her that day, forced to bring him along after he threw a fit about her leaving. Something was bugging him, and she hadn’t a clue what it was, so she quietly tucked him away in her bag and let him come along to calm his nerves. She was on one of the steepest ridges towards the coasts, playing on the winds like she often did before dropping into a thick pine tree for a rest. She only briefly remembers hearing a strange screeching, like large chunks of metal being thrown into an oversized blender and left to ride the distorting winds. It startled her, sure as heck, but not soon enough before a giant dark spot in the sky ripped wide and pulled her in. [/hider] [b]Personality: [/b]Very energetic and curious, to the point that nothing is off limits once it catches her attention. Being both friendly and open minded, Ryann has never had trouble getting along with others. She’s stubborn at times, and doesn’t trust other’s knowledge of word without proof that they know what they’re doing. She can be cautious when the situation calls for it, and has a good eye for detail. If she’s asked to help with something, she most likely will, and with honest effort; however, she doesn’t enjoy outright dangerous endeavors, and would rather stay neutral during conflicts. She’s crappy at remembering names, and often gives out odd nicknames whenever she can’t quite recall someone’s name.