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It took me 10 years to finally fill one of these out, but I finally did it. Welcome, stranger.
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I'm Drache. I'm a millenial leftist from Scotland living in the US deep south. I'm a queer polyamorous kinkster. You can find me at PRIDE, at Ren Fair, at the local farmer's market, and the monthly dark party. I play D&D, I play Skyrim, and I play with gags and blindfolds. I'm your elder femdom, even though my bones hurt.
During the day I'm an emergency animal medical professional with 20 years in the field. On my off time I'm a dog show enthusiast, a karaoke singer, a baker, and a volunteer wildlife rehabilitator. I'm a collector of rare houseplants, of rescued exotic birds, of books, of tattoos. I'm the most feral spouse with the most domestic skills. I'm perpetually exhausted but endlessly impulsive.
If you're looking for a partner to share in your high fantasy, in your dark themes, in your deranged kinky monsterfucking, send me a PM.
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As a group the dragons angled their wings sharply to follow the gold hide of Tamaraniz and his rider into the oncoming swarm of bladed insectoids. Even those who were not part of the Pyresian Wing Host turned towards the battle with snarls and bared teeth, their reptilian eyes narrowed eagerly for the carnage ahead.
Tam's breath weapon alone had disrupted the spinning cone of buzzing bugs, half of them beginning to fall from the sky dead or dying as their metallic wings rusted away. They landed in squealing thumps in the grassland below, twitching like flies dying on a windowsill.
Mojavico positioned himself carefully in relation to the dragons ahead of him, cautious of being caught in the breath weapon of another dragon. As a fellow Uvelu he didn't have to worry about Tam's acid, but he had a fiery passenger to worry about.
The horizon tilted and he turned downwards at the ground. Ahead of him there was a blinding white flash as Vesenthicar unleashed her own weapon, white static building up on her stout skull until it ballooned out, jolting in jagged blue-white arcs from one skeeter to another until nearly two dozen fell, sparking, out of the air. Other dragons lashed out with claws and teeth, and upon realizing that the creatures were at least partly composed of metal, began snapping them out of the air like lizards lapping up crickets.
There wasn't much Drache could do except hold on and watch lest her claws loose their grip on Mojavico's tail during the dive. Like many of the other half-dragons, she had come to the conclusion that the best place for her would be down in the streets where the true dragons would be little help.
For her, the arc of blue smoke heading for the city, an order for the dragons to defend, was purely coincidental. It's what she planned to do anyways, until she saw where Tam was headed.
The Wing of dragons seemed to split in twain, the more seasoned fighters leveling out and heading towards the second swarm and the massive creature within while the older, fatter, and slightly less aerobatic dragons maintained a course for Gold Ridge. The dragonkin, apart from Drache, joined them.
Thud, thump, thud. Dragons landed on the ground just outside the city, their wings folding and their tails lashing as they fell upon the Skeeters. Fire and lightning crackled, different colours of light blossoming across the walls of the buildings as reinforcements for the villagers arrived. The half-dragons weren't all here as mercenaries looking for work, but most of them were familiar with bloodshed in some style or another. Drawing blade and cudgel, or simply unsheathing their claws, they rushed down the streets to mingle with Gold Ridge's defenders where they'd be most...effective. A huge scarred dragonkin with tattered wings and scales such a dark green that they were almost black strode right past Verissa and sliced a Skeeter in half with a pitted double-bladed sword, the strike so vicious that the flying body parts slaughtered the Skeeters on either side.
Back in the air, Mojavico and the other warrior-drakes had identified the eel-like flying centipede as the greatest threat. The huge reptiles circled the swarm, picking off the smaller Skeeters by the dozen. The Princess itself was far more agile than they were, turning sharply, almost impossibly, in midair. More than one dragon bellowed in rage as she watched her breath weapon streak uselessly through open air as the huge insect simply whipped around it.
"Here's an idea!" Drache bellowed, not sure that Mojavico would be able to hear her before the rushing wind whipped the words out of her teeth. Thankfully, the wedgelike crest turned slightly and Drache saw the light teal eye looking back at her. "This is all wasted effort if we don't kill that thing. It's too fast! I think I can be faster, but it'll work best if we can get some help! Are there any Xarxi in this Wing?"
Mojavico looked around. There weren't many ice dragons left in Pyresia and he didn't think any of them had joined this little excursion. The faintly-striped copper male ducked through a few straggling Skeeters, bashing them with his boney wings, before spotting a familiar stocky dragon in the distance. "There! Galceledas!" He turned towards the stocky, short-limbed drake and added as an afterthought, "By the hells, what is he even doing here?"
"I don't care, I just need you to tell him to ice that thing before I get there, and then tell Tam and that specky dwarf of his to get everyone to line it up straight if then can."
The half-dragon sounded certain, but Mojavico was having his doubts.
"And then what, may I ask?"
Drache grinned, a puff of smoke streaming from her nostrils.
"You're going to help me blow it up." She just hoped the true dragons would take orders from a half-breed.
Behind her and in the back of her mind she heard a crackling sigh.
"Work, work, work."
Tam's breath weapon alone had disrupted the spinning cone of buzzing bugs, half of them beginning to fall from the sky dead or dying as their metallic wings rusted away. They landed in squealing thumps in the grassland below, twitching like flies dying on a windowsill.
Mojavico positioned himself carefully in relation to the dragons ahead of him, cautious of being caught in the breath weapon of another dragon. As a fellow Uvelu he didn't have to worry about Tam's acid, but he had a fiery passenger to worry about.
The horizon tilted and he turned downwards at the ground. Ahead of him there was a blinding white flash as Vesenthicar unleashed her own weapon, white static building up on her stout skull until it ballooned out, jolting in jagged blue-white arcs from one skeeter to another until nearly two dozen fell, sparking, out of the air. Other dragons lashed out with claws and teeth, and upon realizing that the creatures were at least partly composed of metal, began snapping them out of the air like lizards lapping up crickets.
There wasn't much Drache could do except hold on and watch lest her claws loose their grip on Mojavico's tail during the dive. Like many of the other half-dragons, she had come to the conclusion that the best place for her would be down in the streets where the true dragons would be little help.
For her, the arc of blue smoke heading for the city, an order for the dragons to defend, was purely coincidental. It's what she planned to do anyways, until she saw where Tam was headed.
The Wing of dragons seemed to split in twain, the more seasoned fighters leveling out and heading towards the second swarm and the massive creature within while the older, fatter, and slightly less aerobatic dragons maintained a course for Gold Ridge. The dragonkin, apart from Drache, joined them.
Thud, thump, thud. Dragons landed on the ground just outside the city, their wings folding and their tails lashing as they fell upon the Skeeters. Fire and lightning crackled, different colours of light blossoming across the walls of the buildings as reinforcements for the villagers arrived. The half-dragons weren't all here as mercenaries looking for work, but most of them were familiar with bloodshed in some style or another. Drawing blade and cudgel, or simply unsheathing their claws, they rushed down the streets to mingle with Gold Ridge's defenders where they'd be most...effective. A huge scarred dragonkin with tattered wings and scales such a dark green that they were almost black strode right past Verissa and sliced a Skeeter in half with a pitted double-bladed sword, the strike so vicious that the flying body parts slaughtered the Skeeters on either side.
Back in the air, Mojavico and the other warrior-drakes had identified the eel-like flying centipede as the greatest threat. The huge reptiles circled the swarm, picking off the smaller Skeeters by the dozen. The Princess itself was far more agile than they were, turning sharply, almost impossibly, in midair. More than one dragon bellowed in rage as she watched her breath weapon streak uselessly through open air as the huge insect simply whipped around it.
"Here's an idea!" Drache bellowed, not sure that Mojavico would be able to hear her before the rushing wind whipped the words out of her teeth. Thankfully, the wedgelike crest turned slightly and Drache saw the light teal eye looking back at her. "This is all wasted effort if we don't kill that thing. It's too fast! I think I can be faster, but it'll work best if we can get some help! Are there any Xarxi in this Wing?"
Mojavico looked around. There weren't many ice dragons left in Pyresia and he didn't think any of them had joined this little excursion. The faintly-striped copper male ducked through a few straggling Skeeters, bashing them with his boney wings, before spotting a familiar stocky dragon in the distance. "There! Galceledas!" He turned towards the stocky, short-limbed drake and added as an afterthought, "By the hells, what is he even doing here?"
"I don't care, I just need you to tell him to ice that thing before I get there, and then tell Tam and that specky dwarf of his to get everyone to line it up straight if then can."
The half-dragon sounded certain, but Mojavico was having his doubts.
"And then what, may I ask?"
Drache grinned, a puff of smoke streaming from her nostrils.
"You're going to help me blow it up." She just hoped the true dragons would take orders from a half-breed.
Behind her and in the back of her mind she heard a crackling sigh.
"Work, work, work."
@cunfuzzler I'm still very interested in this RP but I am wondering if you are planning to start it without all the spots filled or if you are just going to wait until you have someone for every spot?
An amused and slightly savage grin lit Asher's face in response to the venom in Verissa's voice. He very much doubted that she would survive a true fight with one of his skilled warriors, or nearly any of the vicious and terrible beasts that inhabited the vast plains, but he appreciated her fervor. She would need to keep that feeling hot for a long time if she wanted to survive, moreso if she wanted to earn her freedom.
He lifted his hand and settled it on her bone-knuckled fist, his strong, warm fingers attempting to pry her hand open so that he could thread his fingers through her.
"So be it. As far as I'm concerned he has summoned his own jackals. I'll help you in any way that I can."
Resting the reigns across his lap as the wagon trundled on, Asher turned to face her better. "You're quick-witted, and you're already handling the staff better than I expected. One day, maybe in a year or so, you'll come back from the Hunt and be free to do what you please. You can use your magic to help you."
He wanted to say that he would miss her when she inevitably walked away from the Clan that had abducted her from her home and her life and treated her as a slave. It was a common enough occurrence. But that would be too close to admitting that he was becoming incredibly attached. He smiled sadly.
He lifted his hand and settled it on her bone-knuckled fist, his strong, warm fingers attempting to pry her hand open so that he could thread his fingers through her.
"So be it. As far as I'm concerned he has summoned his own jackals. I'll help you in any way that I can."
Resting the reigns across his lap as the wagon trundled on, Asher turned to face her better. "You're quick-witted, and you're already handling the staff better than I expected. One day, maybe in a year or so, you'll come back from the Hunt and be free to do what you please. You can use your magic to help you."
He wanted to say that he would miss her when she inevitably walked away from the Clan that had abducted her from her home and her life and treated her as a slave. It was a common enough occurrence. But that would be too close to admitting that he was becoming incredibly attached. He smiled sadly.
It was good to be traveling again. Drachiathoryx angled her wings carefully, stoically ignoring the deep ache in her chest and back as she struggled hard to keep her place in the slipstream off the wings of the dragon slightly below and ahead of her. It took near-constant vigilance and strict timing to match her wingbeats with the young Harrok so that she didn't fall behind.
Not many would have considered the grueling struggle worthwhile, but after the last few months in Pyresia, this particular half-Ixen was ready for a break. The flight to Gold Ridge was the perfect opportunity to step away from the attention her accomplishments in the last few years had earned, and to continue her search for the Elemental Temple of Fire when she got there. The life of a celebrity was a delicious whirlwind of acknowledgment and rewards, but not all of her journey around the continent had been a cakewalk. Flying like this gave her a chance to turn her thoughts inwards, a luxury she hadn't recognized as such before returning from the Auric desert.
"...can't believe I'm ferrying foodstuffs across my back for bipeds! Like a common ox!...what is the world coming to? ...damnedly unacceptable if you ask me..."
Glancing over, Drache grinned at the stout blue dragon to her left. The venerable female had a rather blunt snout that gave her a decidedly ornery appearance, which matched the nearly constant stream of griping that had followed them all the way from Pyresia.
"You'd think that after three days of flying you'd have started to believe it by now, Sky Talon," Drache teased, speaking in perfect Draconic. The obstinate Schochra sniffed rudely, shut her nostrils and surged ahead a little to snub the half-dragon, who simply chuckled as she watched the heavy-bodied female grump her way through the air. The blue dragon's wings were painted with many lines of colour, a testament to her dedication to the Aerial Host and her skill in combat. Not for the first time, Drache felt a pang of jealousy for what it must be like to possess the sheer physical strength and power of a 'real' dragon.
The copper creature ahead of Drache turned his head also to watch Vesenthicar go. The stout spines on his chin made the wind whistle when he did so. "Indeed, Vesenthicar, it's not as though you're not getting reimbursed quite generously for carrying on a trip you were to take anyways." He glanced back at Drache and winked the seafoam green eye pointed at her.
"You will address your superior as Sky Talon, young Mojavico," Vesenthicar snapped, a sparkle of white static crackling around her jaws and the massive horn on the front of her skull. But Mojavico was not impressed. He flared his wings grandly and performed a quick barrel roll, which would have been impressive if it hadn't buffeted Drache and nearly knocked her out of the formation.
"I may be young yet, but you're no longer my superior, or had you forgotten?" he proclaimed, obviously quite proud of himself. Just before Drache returned to the volcano city apparently her friend had exchanged the blue bars on his wing membranes for a pair of chevrons that flaunted his promotion. Somewhat more subtle (and a great deal more expensive) lines of gold flake down the phalanges of his wings advertised something else entirely.
Rolling her eyes at the copper drake's flamboyant display, Drache was wondering if she'd get a chance to spend some time with the acid-breather in his munthrekadon, his human form, in Gold Ridge before they parted ways again. For a long time she had lived in his balcony on the steep face of the mountain, and now that she'd been awarded her own luxurious quarters she missed him. Though, not nearly so much as she missed Raffey.
She didn't get a chance to think on it long, nor did she hear Vesenthicars snarling retort, because at that moment a blinding flash of green and a loud report ahead of them. The Elementalist didn't lend her roar to the others' having just enough time to glance down at the ground to see what had caught the attention of the dwarf on the large gold-scaled dragon at the head of the formation.
The settlement below must be Gold Ridge! And in the distance across the vast plains she could see a tall spire sprouting up from the flatlands like a spear struck into a haybale. "Hr'kret!" Crossing the distance in an amorphous swarm were dozens of dark creatures like a swarm of locusts or birds.
Feeling a sudden thrill at an opportunity to use the arcane skill she had been developing for several years, Drache put on a burst of speed and reached out to seize Mojavico's tail. Hoping the copper dragon wouldn't fart at the most inopportune time, Drache glanced back, trying to pick out the other half-dragons in the group to see how they were responding. It amazed her how many of her own kind had begun to appear as Pyresia prospered and made contact with other great cities. Half-dragons were not at all common, and most of them were not born with wings that could keep them in the air. She still hadn't quite decided how to approach them.
"Cinder, get ready. We're about to have a very good time," Drache snarled between sharp bared teeth. In her mind she felt the radiating heat of her Familiar's presence. The pack strapped tightly to the small of her back grew warm as the Fire Sprite woke, emerging from his glossy black orb amid her gear.
"Oh? It's so nice to be needed," he replied dryly in her thoughts. Out loud his voice was a series of sizzles and crackles. But for some reason she understood him well enough.
The Flight of dragons and their allies dove towards the city and Drache felt a surge of heat in her veins.
Not many would have considered the grueling struggle worthwhile, but after the last few months in Pyresia, this particular half-Ixen was ready for a break. The flight to Gold Ridge was the perfect opportunity to step away from the attention her accomplishments in the last few years had earned, and to continue her search for the Elemental Temple of Fire when she got there. The life of a celebrity was a delicious whirlwind of acknowledgment and rewards, but not all of her journey around the continent had been a cakewalk. Flying like this gave her a chance to turn her thoughts inwards, a luxury she hadn't recognized as such before returning from the Auric desert.
"...can't believe I'm ferrying foodstuffs across my back for bipeds! Like a common ox!...what is the world coming to? ...damnedly unacceptable if you ask me..."
Glancing over, Drache grinned at the stout blue dragon to her left. The venerable female had a rather blunt snout that gave her a decidedly ornery appearance, which matched the nearly constant stream of griping that had followed them all the way from Pyresia.
"You'd think that after three days of flying you'd have started to believe it by now, Sky Talon," Drache teased, speaking in perfect Draconic. The obstinate Schochra sniffed rudely, shut her nostrils and surged ahead a little to snub the half-dragon, who simply chuckled as she watched the heavy-bodied female grump her way through the air. The blue dragon's wings were painted with many lines of colour, a testament to her dedication to the Aerial Host and her skill in combat. Not for the first time, Drache felt a pang of jealousy for what it must be like to possess the sheer physical strength and power of a 'real' dragon.
The copper creature ahead of Drache turned his head also to watch Vesenthicar go. The stout spines on his chin made the wind whistle when he did so. "Indeed, Vesenthicar, it's not as though you're not getting reimbursed quite generously for carrying on a trip you were to take anyways." He glanced back at Drache and winked the seafoam green eye pointed at her.
"You will address your superior as Sky Talon, young Mojavico," Vesenthicar snapped, a sparkle of white static crackling around her jaws and the massive horn on the front of her skull. But Mojavico was not impressed. He flared his wings grandly and performed a quick barrel roll, which would have been impressive if it hadn't buffeted Drache and nearly knocked her out of the formation.
"I may be young yet, but you're no longer my superior, or had you forgotten?" he proclaimed, obviously quite proud of himself. Just before Drache returned to the volcano city apparently her friend had exchanged the blue bars on his wing membranes for a pair of chevrons that flaunted his promotion. Somewhat more subtle (and a great deal more expensive) lines of gold flake down the phalanges of his wings advertised something else entirely.
Rolling her eyes at the copper drake's flamboyant display, Drache was wondering if she'd get a chance to spend some time with the acid-breather in his munthrekadon, his human form, in Gold Ridge before they parted ways again. For a long time she had lived in his balcony on the steep face of the mountain, and now that she'd been awarded her own luxurious quarters she missed him. Though, not nearly so much as she missed Raffey.
She didn't get a chance to think on it long, nor did she hear Vesenthicars snarling retort, because at that moment a blinding flash of green and a loud report ahead of them. The Elementalist didn't lend her roar to the others' having just enough time to glance down at the ground to see what had caught the attention of the dwarf on the large gold-scaled dragon at the head of the formation.
The settlement below must be Gold Ridge! And in the distance across the vast plains she could see a tall spire sprouting up from the flatlands like a spear struck into a haybale. "Hr'kret!" Crossing the distance in an amorphous swarm were dozens of dark creatures like a swarm of locusts or birds.
Feeling a sudden thrill at an opportunity to use the arcane skill she had been developing for several years, Drache put on a burst of speed and reached out to seize Mojavico's tail. Hoping the copper dragon wouldn't fart at the most inopportune time, Drache glanced back, trying to pick out the other half-dragons in the group to see how they were responding. It amazed her how many of her own kind had begun to appear as Pyresia prospered and made contact with other great cities. Half-dragons were not at all common, and most of them were not born with wings that could keep them in the air. She still hadn't quite decided how to approach them.
"Cinder, get ready. We're about to have a very good time," Drache snarled between sharp bared teeth. In her mind she felt the radiating heat of her Familiar's presence. The pack strapped tightly to the small of her back grew warm as the Fire Sprite woke, emerging from his glossy black orb amid her gear.
"Oh? It's so nice to be needed," he replied dryly in her thoughts. Out loud his voice was a series of sizzles and crackles. But for some reason she understood him well enough.
The Flight of dragons and their allies dove towards the city and Drache felt a surge of heat in her veins.
How is a stimulant gun on the 'allowed?' list? Like, litterally just a pneumatic pistol that can be loaded with adrenaline in case you really need to inject that guy over there.
Well if my veterinarian can have a dart gun then why can't yours? XD
@pilatus
Technically there is only one character because mine was never approved.
Technically there is only one character because mine was never approved.
I decided screw it, I'll play a chick. XD
Name: Maxine 'Max' Loring
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Height: 1.7m
Weight: 74.8kg
Appearance: Half-indonesian, half-white, all Australian. Fairly tall for a woman and physically fit. Bronze skin that is usually also tanned (or at least sunburned). Short black hair, pixie-bob style. Plenty of tattoos and piercings, though her jewelry is missing or at least subdued when she is working in the field.
Role: Veterinarian
Qualifications: Doctorate in Veterinary Medicine from RCVS specializing in Zoo and Wildlife medicine. Master's of Wildlife Biology. Certifications in Zoology and Herpetology. Royal Army Veterinary Corp (Veterinary Officer). AEMV, ARAV, AAV, and EAZW diplomat.
Equipment: Gas/Electric Hybrid Jeep Wrangler with matte camo paint job.
8x10' Box trailer out-fitted as a prep and treatment room for animal specimens. Examples of equipment include: Fold-out scrub table, portable radiograph and ultrasound with viewscreen, portable EKG, SP02, ETC02, and inhalant gas anesthesia cart. Extended surgical steel surgery pack (includes suture, scalpel blades, sterile gauze, etc.)
Several dozen individually wrapped conservation-style GPS markers with satellite transponders and on-board tracking system.
Fluid chemistry analyzer with automated centrifuge and CBC. Also includes specimen containers and blood tubes for sampling analysis.
C02-powered IM dart rifle with two cartridges of pre-loaded Immobilon high-strength tranquilizer darts (and human antidote in easy-inject hypodermic syringes).
Styrofoam incubator with automated thermometer/hygrometer.
Standard veterinary patient support gear such as IV fluids, heat support, and a stock of injectable drugs for various conditions.
GoPro with rechargeable RC drone and extended recordable USB memory.
Personal gear: Hiking pack, extra clothes, personal rations, Smith & Wesson Model 642LS with extra ammo and thigh holster, basic survival gear.
Background: Born in Brisbane and only an hour away from the Australia Zoo, Max seemed destined to a career that put her inches away from some of the most exciting and dangerous animals on Earth. At 18 she moved to Edinburgh to attend the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons to earn a degree in Veterinary Science with a secondary degree in Wildlife Biology. Opting to specialize in Wildlife and Zoo medicine, she completed a two-year externship with the Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust studying large reptiles like komodo dragons, saltwater crocodiles, and large snakes in Southeast Asia. At 25, Max joined the Royal Army Veterinary Corps Reserves and as part of her commitment was trained and deployed with a medical unit to treat and triage military working animals in active warzones in Malawi. For the past few years she has been back in Australia coordinating conservation efforts in her home country and treating exotic pets on the side.
Max was in attendance at the Royal College of Veterinarians in Edinburgh when Sara Harding had come to give a speech about the potentially devastating consequences of InGen's foolish and financially-motivated plunge into the recreation of exotic species. On the one hand she had almost been beside herself at the thought of actually seeing a living, breathing dinosaur up close. But on the other hand she had never doubted that something bad would come of bringing these animals back from extinction. The fate of the first park hadn't been widely known, the the original samples of dinosaur tissue and the strange reports out of Costa Rica had been talking about in hushed voices. The catastrophe of the second park was something Max had heard about from a friend at base-camp over the satellite radio, never thinking she'd ever have anything to do with it.
Until she got off the plane two days later after a three month stretch in the Outback and a greasy-haired business executive in a polished suit and dark sunglasses had approached her across the sweltering tarmac. "Ms. Loring? Could I have a word with you please?" Her eyes narrowing shrewdly, the veterinarian spotted a black un-marked SUV partly hidden behind the next accordion terminal. The hot Australian sun glared off the slim briefcase in his hand and she made out the logo for Masrani Global.
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Height: 1.7m
Weight: 74.8kg
Appearance: Half-indonesian, half-white, all Australian. Fairly tall for a woman and physically fit. Bronze skin that is usually also tanned (or at least sunburned). Short black hair, pixie-bob style. Plenty of tattoos and piercings, though her jewelry is missing or at least subdued when she is working in the field.
Role: Veterinarian
Qualifications: Doctorate in Veterinary Medicine from RCVS specializing in Zoo and Wildlife medicine. Master's of Wildlife Biology. Certifications in Zoology and Herpetology. Royal Army Veterinary Corp (Veterinary Officer). AEMV, ARAV, AAV, and EAZW diplomat.
Equipment: Gas/Electric Hybrid Jeep Wrangler with matte camo paint job.
8x10' Box trailer out-fitted as a prep and treatment room for animal specimens. Examples of equipment include: Fold-out scrub table, portable radiograph and ultrasound with viewscreen, portable EKG, SP02, ETC02, and inhalant gas anesthesia cart. Extended surgical steel surgery pack (includes suture, scalpel blades, sterile gauze, etc.)
Several dozen individually wrapped conservation-style GPS markers with satellite transponders and on-board tracking system.
Fluid chemistry analyzer with automated centrifuge and CBC. Also includes specimen containers and blood tubes for sampling analysis.
C02-powered IM dart rifle with two cartridges of pre-loaded Immobilon high-strength tranquilizer darts (and human antidote in easy-inject hypodermic syringes).
Styrofoam incubator with automated thermometer/hygrometer.
Standard veterinary patient support gear such as IV fluids, heat support, and a stock of injectable drugs for various conditions.
GoPro with rechargeable RC drone and extended recordable USB memory.
Personal gear: Hiking pack, extra clothes, personal rations, Smith & Wesson Model 642LS with extra ammo and thigh holster, basic survival gear.
Background: Born in Brisbane and only an hour away from the Australia Zoo, Max seemed destined to a career that put her inches away from some of the most exciting and dangerous animals on Earth. At 18 she moved to Edinburgh to attend the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons to earn a degree in Veterinary Science with a secondary degree in Wildlife Biology. Opting to specialize in Wildlife and Zoo medicine, she completed a two-year externship with the Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust studying large reptiles like komodo dragons, saltwater crocodiles, and large snakes in Southeast Asia. At 25, Max joined the Royal Army Veterinary Corps Reserves and as part of her commitment was trained and deployed with a medical unit to treat and triage military working animals in active warzones in Malawi. For the past few years she has been back in Australia coordinating conservation efforts in her home country and treating exotic pets on the side.
Max was in attendance at the Royal College of Veterinarians in Edinburgh when Sara Harding had come to give a speech about the potentially devastating consequences of InGen's foolish and financially-motivated plunge into the recreation of exotic species. On the one hand she had almost been beside herself at the thought of actually seeing a living, breathing dinosaur up close. But on the other hand she had never doubted that something bad would come of bringing these animals back from extinction. The fate of the first park hadn't been widely known, the the original samples of dinosaur tissue and the strange reports out of Costa Rica had been talking about in hushed voices. The catastrophe of the second park was something Max had heard about from a friend at base-camp over the satellite radio, never thinking she'd ever have anything to do with it.
Until she got off the plane two days later after a three month stretch in the Outback and a greasy-haired business executive in a polished suit and dark sunglasses had approached her across the sweltering tarmac. "Ms. Loring? Could I have a word with you please?" Her eyes narrowing shrewdly, the veterinarian spotted a black un-marked SUV partly hidden behind the next accordion terminal. The hot Australian sun glared off the slim briefcase in his hand and she made out the logo for Masrani Global.
I'm trying to decide if I should play a dude or a chick. I tend to just pick something that seems to balance things out. @Dusksong, are you thinking of playing a lady character? What about you @Spinosaurus?
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