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Space is my mistress, I seek out her cruel yet tender paw to live my life by; forever guided by her bright embraces. Wars are fought for the right to be embraced in her starry blanket. I've spent the last 1200 years fighting in such wars for my mistress's favor. My name is Karou, I am a Fleet Admiral.
Karou:
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This is my anecdote, you may believe it to be un-reliable hearsay; but rest assured tis naught but the truth of the 1200 year journey that is my life.
Tis all started at the age of six, in the market streets of Valhaur. I was an orphaned otter, a real runt to be honest with swift, soft and quiet paws; perfect for swiping fresh fruit from stands and purses from pockets. On the fated day in question,where my life changed for the first but not last crucial time; It had been over cast as three of the six suns were covered, a group of men were stumbling down the market street towards the port docks. Some appeared to be drunk, while the others appeared to be stumbling from the weight of their cargo upon their shoulders. With the keen and hungry eyes of a greedy and ambitious youth, I chose my target with care; the largest man with the biggest load in his arms whom seemed to be the flashiest looking of the lot; as well appeared to be stumbling the most. I swiftly moved through the crowds with the ease of a shadow gaining upon the slow and sloppy moving group of men, what happened next happened in a blink of an eye, i swiped the wallet as a hand grabbed me from behind alerting my target to my actions. It was at this moment I realized I had picked a pirates purse, this called for quick thinking, I kicked the one who had grabbed me from behind and was holding me up in the air in front of his face ; my foot making the proper introductions to his nose, a sickening crunch sounded as i dropped to my feet nimbly. I turned and faced my Target holding out his purse for him, I put on my sweetest and most innocent face and mustered up a weak , innocent soft stutter, and voiced a lie of silk far beyond a child's comprehension. " S..ss..sir you dropped your purse, over yonder. I just thought you might have wanted it back, this big oaf grabbed me from behind when I had tried to reach out to you to get your attention" The large male she swiped the purse from reached out his hand, as she dropped the leather pouch in his paw, he weighed it and began to chuckle as he looked in to the pouch and poured out a bunch of pebbles. His voice was shockingly soft for a pirate as he spoke to her. " You have quick paws kid, quite the skill you have acquired; not many can swipe my purse and replace it's treasure with something. " His face was hidden under the wide brim hat he wore, his eyes assessing her, he tilts the brim of the hat up and takes a knee looking into her eyes. He too was an otter rather massive for an otter to be honest; he asked her a few questions. " You got any family kid?" she shook her head before speaking. " No sir, I grew up in an orphanage; my mother died shortly after I was born. My father couldn't be found and all other family was dead." He frowned gently at this, as he considered his next words carefully; the fond spot he had developing for this pup so quickly was surprising." Do you have anything to live for in this god forsaken town?" she looks at him with a look that said it all, but her words only giving the look more depth. " I'm six years old, what could I possibly have to live for anywhere. I have to steal to survive, other wise i'd have to go back to the god awful orphanage; where the kids are treated like slaves and sideshows." Her words getting a bit of a growl from some of his crew, his frown only deepened some as he spoke. " I'll tell you what kid, the choice is up to you; stay here and find yourself something to live for. Or you can come with my crew and I, and I shall give you something to live for; as well as help you find something you want to live for. Not to mention teach you even more skills that will help you get by in life, as well as improve upon your current skill set. What say you pup?" At first anger flickered into her eyes as he called her pup, but her words remained calm and collected; and some what calculating. " First of all I'm not a pup, second of all how can you improve upon my current skill set; you said yourself that no one could do what I just did to you. What other skills could you teach me, and what exactly will you give me to live for?" a wry smile of amusement tickles his lips as a soft chuckle comes from his crew. " Well first of all how we can improve your current skill set is, by teaching you how to judge weight better. I said almost no one could do it. As for what we can teach you, only time can tell; and your willingness to learn. What I shall give you to live for, is crew, adventure, action, riches beyond a pup's wildest imagination"
(To Be Continued)
Karou's Property Rules!
1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If its in my mouth, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
5. If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.
6. If its mine, it must never appear to be yours anyway.
7. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
10. If it's broken, it's yours.
Mate: Admiral. Nick Steel (open)
Ship /fleet crew:
2nd in command: Rear Admr. Dyrn
3rd in command: Lt cmmd. Elorra
Second profile:
My name is kira, my Memoirs are unlike any others; you may have stumbled upon before. What makes it so special you ask? Well that would be, whom my sire is; my sire is none other then one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. "When the lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say," Come and see! " I looked and here before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death,and Hell was following close behind him." Death is the name of my sire, within my veins run his powers.
Kira:
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Age: 21
Weight
: one hundred and sixty lbs (not that it is actually important or really relevant and really you should be ashamed for wanting to know it.)
Height: six feet eight inches
Eye color: Artic Sapphire Blue
Hair color: (will often change from time to time) currently it is a light brown.
Species: tigress
~Coming soon~
Glacier Storm
Welcome to the Chronicles of Glacier Storm, the contents of these chronicles may seem to lean towards the fantasy side of things; as much as you want to believe that it's all fantasy…..We implore you to take heed, for what is shared here within the Chronological tombs of history of Glacier, are in fact one hundred percent Non-Fiction. We shall tell you, in three stages, the life of Glacier Storm. Who are we to tell you of this chronicle? We are the Chronologist of R-O-T-S(Reapers Of The Shadows) , an Intelligence sector within the government, that specializes in reviving, and rehabilitation of injured and or dead soldiers,cops, and federal agents.
Profile Request: Project 021: Storm - Glacier
l o a d i n g . . .
Access Index: ROG-2658-001
Passcode: <R-59-O-G2>
p r o c e s s i n g . . .
a c c e s s - g r a n t e d
c l e a r a n c e - l e v e l : a d m i n - o n l y
l o a d i n g - b i o d a t a : f i l t e r e d
p e r m i s s i o n s : ROTS - o n l y
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Born in the outskirts of Vancouver, Glacier Storm was always that outcast child.The one that was always picked on for no apparent reasons, not for the lack of popular clothes, or lack of money, she never smelled bad. She was the offspring of her mother who was a border collie and her father a wolf. Glacier's parents were both police officers, they had met in the academy, and after graduating they were paired up as partners. Their careers soared, their personal life however was filled with strife; as neither of their families had been happy when they found out they were seeing each other. Both families frowned upon mixing the bloodlines, which indeed would come to pass just two years after they both made detective. As previously stated she grew up an unhappy child as far as it goes with other children, but she did not lack love from her parents. Her life would change nine years later, not for the best however. Upon the night of her Tenth birthday, both of her parents were slain on their way home to celebrate with her. This mere fact would shape her life drastically, she would follow in her parents footsteps, seeking to join law enforcement.
By the age of twenty one, she graduated from the Academy; doing her time as a local beat cop. The years would soon slip by, it was on her twenty-fourth birthday, and the fourteenth anniversary of her parents slaying that she was finally made a Detective. She now had the freedom to do her own investigations, and side projects on cases that were unsolved. Glacier would spend the next six years going over all her parents' active cases at the time of their death, following up all the leads of their cases, tracking down one suspect after another; busting one gang after another seeking the killers of her parents. She was chasing ghosts and she didn't even care, she was determined to find those who robbed her of the only people who cared for her.
A Few days after her thirtieth birthday, she came across a lead on the potential killers, it was a colombian drug cartel, who had been smuggling drugs through the borders, in various ways. She and a squad of officers had attempted to bust the cartel, and in doing so she was shot dead in midst of the bust. Dead at thirty with no one to care, no one to claim her and bury her with love next to her parents. So her body was donated to the government…..
She has powers of regeneration and meta-morphing made possible through nanites injected into her blood. Glacier’s bloodstream contains a billion nanobots, enabling her to heal from injuries quickly, interface with technology, and shape shift her mass.Her notable abilities are, Superhuman strength, speed, agility, stamina, reflexes and endurance. Regenerative healing factor, Camouflage, Cyberkinesis, Shapeshifting, master of hand to hand, skilled marksman.
Age: 30
height: 6'2"
weight: 100lbs
species: Border Collie, Wolf Mix
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Karou:
This is my anecdote, you may believe it to be un-reliable hearsay; but rest assured tis naught but the truth of the 1200 year journey that is my life.
Tis all started at the age of six, in the market streets of Valhaur. I was an orphaned otter, a real runt to be honest with swift, soft and quiet paws; perfect for swiping fresh fruit from stands and purses from pockets. On the fated day in question,where my life changed for the first but not last crucial time; It had been over cast as three of the six suns were covered, a group of men were stumbling down the market street towards the port docks. Some appeared to be drunk, while the others appeared to be stumbling from the weight of their cargo upon their shoulders. With the keen and hungry eyes of a greedy and ambitious youth, I chose my target with care; the largest man with the biggest load in his arms whom seemed to be the flashiest looking of the lot; as well appeared to be stumbling the most. I swiftly moved through the crowds with the ease of a shadow gaining upon the slow and sloppy moving group of men, what happened next happened in a blink of an eye, i swiped the wallet as a hand grabbed me from behind alerting my target to my actions. It was at this moment I realized I had picked a pirates purse, this called for quick thinking, I kicked the one who had grabbed me from behind and was holding me up in the air in front of his face ; my foot making the proper introductions to his nose, a sickening crunch sounded as i dropped to my feet nimbly. I turned and faced my Target holding out his purse for him, I put on my sweetest and most innocent face and mustered up a weak , innocent soft stutter, and voiced a lie of silk far beyond a child's comprehension. " S..ss..sir you dropped your purse, over yonder. I just thought you might have wanted it back, this big oaf grabbed me from behind when I had tried to reach out to you to get your attention" The large male she swiped the purse from reached out his hand, as she dropped the leather pouch in his paw, he weighed it and began to chuckle as he looked in to the pouch and poured out a bunch of pebbles. His voice was shockingly soft for a pirate as he spoke to her. " You have quick paws kid, quite the skill you have acquired; not many can swipe my purse and replace it's treasure with something. " His face was hidden under the wide brim hat he wore, his eyes assessing her, he tilts the brim of the hat up and takes a knee looking into her eyes. He too was an otter rather massive for an otter to be honest; he asked her a few questions. " You got any family kid?" she shook her head before speaking. " No sir, I grew up in an orphanage; my mother died shortly after I was born. My father couldn't be found and all other family was dead." He frowned gently at this, as he considered his next words carefully; the fond spot he had developing for this pup so quickly was surprising." Do you have anything to live for in this god forsaken town?" she looks at him with a look that said it all, but her words only giving the look more depth. " I'm six years old, what could I possibly have to live for anywhere. I have to steal to survive, other wise i'd have to go back to the god awful orphanage; where the kids are treated like slaves and sideshows." Her words getting a bit of a growl from some of his crew, his frown only deepened some as he spoke. " I'll tell you what kid, the choice is up to you; stay here and find yourself something to live for. Or you can come with my crew and I, and I shall give you something to live for; as well as help you find something you want to live for. Not to mention teach you even more skills that will help you get by in life, as well as improve upon your current skill set. What say you pup?" At first anger flickered into her eyes as he called her pup, but her words remained calm and collected; and some what calculating. " First of all I'm not a pup, second of all how can you improve upon my current skill set; you said yourself that no one could do what I just did to you. What other skills could you teach me, and what exactly will you give me to live for?" a wry smile of amusement tickles his lips as a soft chuckle comes from his crew. " Well first of all how we can improve your current skill set is, by teaching you how to judge weight better. I said almost no one could do it. As for what we can teach you, only time can tell; and your willingness to learn. What I shall give you to live for, is crew, adventure, action, riches beyond a pup's wildest imagination"
(To Be Continued)
Karou's Property Rules!
1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If its in my mouth, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
5. If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.
6. If its mine, it must never appear to be yours anyway.
7. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
10. If it's broken, it's yours.
Mate: Admiral. Nick Steel (open)
Ship /fleet crew:
2nd in command: Rear Admr. Dyrn
3rd in command: Lt cmmd. Elorra
Second profile:
My name is kira, my Memoirs are unlike any others; you may have stumbled upon before. What makes it so special you ask? Well that would be, whom my sire is; my sire is none other then one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. "When the lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say," Come and see! " I looked and here before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death,and Hell was following close behind him." Death is the name of my sire, within my veins run his powers.
Kira:
Age: 21
Weight
: one hundred and sixty lbs (not that it is actually important or really relevant and really you should be ashamed for wanting to know it.)Height: six feet eight inches
Eye color: Artic Sapphire Blue
Hair color: (will often change from time to time) currently it is a light brown.
Species: tigress
~Coming soon~
Glacier Storm
Welcome to the Chronicles of Glacier Storm, the contents of these chronicles may seem to lean towards the fantasy side of things; as much as you want to believe that it's all fantasy…..We implore you to take heed, for what is shared here within the Chronological tombs of history of Glacier, are in fact one hundred percent Non-Fiction. We shall tell you, in three stages, the life of Glacier Storm. Who are we to tell you of this chronicle? We are the Chronologist of R-O-T-S(Reapers Of The Shadows) , an Intelligence sector within the government, that specializes in reviving, and rehabilitation of injured and or dead soldiers,cops, and federal agents.
Profile Request: Project 021: Storm - Glacier
l o a d i n g . . .
Access Index: ROG-2658-001
Passcode: <R-59-O-G2>
p r o c e s s i n g . . .
a c c e s s - g r a n t e d
c l e a r a n c e - l e v e l : a d m i n - o n l y
l o a d i n g - b i o d a t a : f i l t e r e d
p e r m i s s i o n s : ROTS - o n l y
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Year of the Puppy:
Born in the outskirts of Vancouver, Glacier Storm was always that outcast child.The one that was always picked on for no apparent reasons, not for the lack of popular clothes, or lack of money, she never smelled bad. She was the offspring of her mother who was a border collie and her father a wolf. Glacier's parents were both police officers, they had met in the academy, and after graduating they were paired up as partners. Their careers soared, their personal life however was filled with strife; as neither of their families had been happy when they found out they were seeing each other. Both families frowned upon mixing the bloodlines, which indeed would come to pass just two years after they both made detective. As previously stated she grew up an unhappy child as far as it goes with other children, but she did not lack love from her parents. Her life would change nine years later, not for the best however. Upon the night of her Tenth birthday, both of her parents were slain on their way home to celebrate with her. This mere fact would shape her life drastically, she would follow in her parents footsteps, seeking to join law enforcement.
Age of the Hunt:
By the age of twenty one, she graduated from the Academy; doing her time as a local beat cop. The years would soon slip by, it was on her twenty-fourth birthday, and the fourteenth anniversary of her parents slaying that she was finally made a Detective. She now had the freedom to do her own investigations, and side projects on cases that were unsolved. Glacier would spend the next six years going over all her parents' active cases at the time of their death, following up all the leads of their cases, tracking down one suspect after another; busting one gang after another seeking the killers of her parents. She was chasing ghosts and she didn't even care, she was determined to find those who robbed her of the only people who cared for her.
A Few days after her thirtieth birthday, she came across a lead on the potential killers, it was a colombian drug cartel, who had been smuggling drugs through the borders, in various ways. She and a squad of officers had attempted to bust the cartel, and in doing so she was shot dead in midst of the bust. Dead at thirty with no one to care, no one to claim her and bury her with love next to her parents. So her body was donated to the government…..
Life after death:
Powers and abilities:
She has powers of regeneration and meta-morphing made possible through nanites injected into her blood. Glacier’s bloodstream contains a billion nanobots, enabling her to heal from injuries quickly, interface with technology, and shape shift her mass.Her notable abilities are, Superhuman strength, speed, agility, stamina, reflexes and endurance. Regenerative healing factor, Camouflage, Cyberkinesis, Shapeshifting, master of hand to hand, skilled marksman.
Age: 30
height: 6'2"
weight: 100lbs
species: Border Collie, Wolf Mix