: Aibell "The Banshee" O'KeeresAge
: Werebeast [Weremadillo, Human]Background
: Aibell stands at roughly 5'3" and weighs in at approximately 150 lbs with her stocky, athletic frame despite her small stature. She has obviously bleached and dyed white hair that she carefully styles but quite often falls into disarray with her activities of the day. Her eyes are a pale hazel, which, with her rounded face reflect youth and softness that contrast with her rough, wider features. Along much of her body, heavy scarring can be seen of various nature: Cuts, bullet wounds, burns, so on and so forth, but nothing that would look so serious as on a typical human. However, along her arms are trackmarks, unaffected by her greater regenerative capabilities. Quite oddly, she wears a very rigid formal attire: slacks, long-sleeved button-up shirt, a vest. If asked, she often says its because it shreds easier upon transforming. In reality, its to hide her scarring and to try and look as cleanly as possible to demonstrate her change of life.Weremadillo
: Aibell shifts into a sheer monolith of raw power, clocking in at just about 8' and her mass more than doubling over 350lbs as she accumulates protective scales, bands and spurs. She is a dusty tan colour and her plates are marked with past abuses and scars. Her jaw expands in order to accommodate the fact she now has triple the razor sharp teeth. Her hands have transfigured into long claws, thumbs shifting from their opposable position to become long sickle-shaped shredders.Biography
: Aibell hardly had a life of entitlement. Her parents were hardly well-to-do. They struggled to meet the bills, even with the blood donations they gave to the state their material comforts were not much. She hardly went to school, finding it far more preferable to skip out and make her way about town with her friends and see whatever they could do to idle the days away.
It started out just drinking and getting into a little trouble here and there. Lifting something from a store, picking a pocket to have a little extra spending money at an arcade or whatever they wanted to waste it on. It wasn't long before they started getting into more serious things, though. Some of her friends found their way into gangs. Some of them wound up dead. Aibell herself ended up a little up better, at least in her eyes. All she got into was a bit of drug running for a dealer... And dipping into the supplies. No one noticed if she skimmed a little off the top.
She started out experimenting with some of the lighter stuff, but ended up falling into heavier drugs in no time as she mingled with rougher crowds and went to their parties. It was at one of these parties that needles were being passed around that things would shift dramatically for her. Overnight, she began to experience hot sweats, experience violent mood swings and suddenly found herself blacking out and coming to in the alley aching all over in a puddle of her own retch.
It wasn't for a few nights more, when she was about to be mugged in the middle of a run to one of her clients that she actually came to realize what had happened. Instincts took over, the mugger was sent into a fit of panic as she suddenly appeared to be going into a seizure upon the ground. The next thing she knew, she stood over him in a new form, infected with a strain of therianthropy.
At the age of 17, her life was not in much of a solid state to begin with. This new development seemed to be the tipping point. It seemed those she associated with had a great bias against her affliction. Her parents were loathe to share a roof with a monster with her and kicked her out on her ass to live on the streets. She went to her friends, but most of them had drifted too far away or were involved too deep with their own matters. Her last option, she went to the dealer she worked for. He wanted to use her as her personal enforcer, thrilled to have a beast of pure destruction like that at his side. Reluctantly, she accepted. A girl needed to eat and have a semi-safe place to lay her head at the end of the day.
Overall, it did not end well. New to her powers, she had no idea how to protect herself or those around her. And even with her greater defensive capabilities, a couple well placed bullets still hurt, a lot, especially to a young girl who never actually felt so much pain in her life. In the end, it ended in a lot of people dying, and she largely blamed herself. It did not matter, though, she was back on the streets with nowhere to go.
It did not take long for the cops to catch up with her. The rash of crimes related to her affliction was easy enough to trace in her neighborhood, it was just a matter of finding people willing to speak and who was missing. She did not fight, she was more than sick with what had happened and just wanted somewhere to go that was safe and she knew she would have a roof over her head.
Prison life was something else. Three square meals a day was something she had not experienced since... She could not even recall. She felt reassured that she did not have to worry when the moon was full that she would accidentally kill someone. Though, she did feel awkward about all the giggling over her unusual shape. It was not her fault she was what she was. Just hearing the term 'weremadillo' made her flush til the tips of her ears turned red.
Still, when the day came that Dyer Pharmaceuticals paid bail to see her out, she faces it with some trepidation. She knew it was possible that some day she might be out. After all, the rulings had not directly pointed her as the cause of the deaths and she had just been taken in on drug charges, but that did not mean she was any less scared of what could happen. She could only just envision it.
Might: 8 (+1)
- Jinxed: Those around her tend to meet with more misfortune when she is around, it seems to follow in her steps.
- Forecasting Fatality: She seems to have a slight preoccupation with the things that can cause people to die; sometimes she can get a strong sense of when people are about to get seriously hurt and help them avoid it, or she gets a sense of what caused an accident to happen.