The book of Oc's

IDV OC

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GENERAL
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Alias: Beastial
Name: Lupe Ruskin
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish Gaelic
Career: Former Shepherd and Farmer
Role: Hunter
Age: 28 (physically) |  85 (Chronologically)
Height: 7'2" (Human) | 12'6" (Wolf)

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PERSONALITY
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Synopsis: Stagnat, silent. There is something terrifying about a silent monster. She does not speak much, nor does she commute in any other way. She has the ability to speak, the ability to express, the ability to ease her tense posture but she doesn't. Always guarded, always thinking. She cannot be allowed to be caught off guard at any instance so she locks down and reinforces her stocisim. Underneath all the hard tar of darkness a light peaks through, where she would usually bear her fangs and tear into the tender flesh of whatever was in sight a humane tenderness shines. The lamb refuses to die. She has a soft spot for children, or really just those she finds not worth the kill. Something about their innocence is something her own claws cannot bear the blood of, she has to kill the lamb... but how can she when the thought of its death drives her mad? She is trying to kill her goodwill, her heart, but it only bleats louder, kicking and thrashing with each attempt to close her maw around its throat. The lamb refuses to die. And, oh, how it drives her mad. No matter how hard she tries, no matter how much anger and resentment she feels, mercy remains! But she doesn't express this, of course not. She will only quarrel with herself on such matters. So she remains a stoic, never more expressive than she was last but with a moral compass which continues to turn against her better will. A beast guilty of its cruelty, a lamb's beautiful wool buried beneath tufts of tar-like fur.
Likes: Food (seriously. She'll eat almost anything), Mead, sleeping in normally uncomfortable places
Dislikes: What the average person would describe as a comfortable bed, when her cloak gets touched, people that just won't shut up
Interests: Napping and Exercising
Talents: Feasting and her phenomenal strength

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APPEARANCE / COSTUMES
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Synopsis: [Listen. Gacha may be kinda cringe or whatever to you but I had a VISION for this woman and I was not about to let the limitations of a picrew or something else dim its light just because I can't draw and I refuse to use AI.) A tall figure, possibly female though its hard to tell, whose features are hidden behind a long, crimson cloak its edges tattered and the silver chain holding it's flaps together slowly rustsing. If it slides open long enough one may see the poor clothing she wears underneath for her bagging cloth pants are stuffed into stiff, metal boots which rusty much like the chain on her neck, squealing whenever she walks. Holding up her pants is a stiff, rope, its ends frayed and it's color splattered a rotten brown from years worn. A bush of brown hair rides up from underneath her vest, same does one similar along the backside of her hands and the middle of her chest where her breasts used to be. Speaking of, she bears no shirt, for her strong chest is instead wrapped in bandages, when removed one can see the rough slices lined underneath her chest where her bosoms once were but have now been chopped off to no longer weigh her down. Underneath the hood of her cloak lies a mess of wavy, brown hair that hasn't been properly brushed in possible years save for running her fingers through it every now and then. Her actual skin has been warped, there are patches which seem human- just plain, tan flesh- and those which resemble taint gathered beneath the skin. The darkness had lathered itself on her hands and feet, hardening into stiff claws. Along her side it runs in a large splatter, divided in the middle by a row of jagged teeth that protrude outward like a beat nashing at prey. The right half of her face has been consumed, the eye there white with blindness and the left corner of her mouth outstretched to make way for the snaggle-toothed fan which protrudes from her upper lip. Glinting between her teeth a light emits from the back of her throat, when her maw unhinges, its yellowing-teeth closing in around its victim.