Fluke Matthews (M)

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Contains Mature Subject Material

Fluke Matthews
is now entering, it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Brittany
Age: 18
Years of Rping: 5 Years
Contact: [e-mail]

ID Tag;;

Alias: None
Name: Fluke Matthews
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Real Age: 18
Physical Age: 22
Species: Were-Fox
Sire: Father
Religious Affiliation: Agnostic
Wealth: Lower-Class
Job: Criminal/Assassin

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Regeneration
2. Strength
3. Hearing
4. Sight
5. Speed


Summary:
As a Were-Fox, Fluke gained certain qualities she considers gifts. One of her favorite abilities is regeneration. Unlike normal humans, Fluke can heal faster. A gash to the arm can heal with a day or so as to where a human would take a few weeks. Fluke can also hear and see enemies before they can hear or see her. This gift only works on humans though. As a were-creature…she also gained normal abilities for the breed itself. These strength and speed. Fluke can outrun any fox or human, not to mention a speeding car.

Weakness:
1. Endurance
2. Family (Brother)
3. Silver
4. Decapitation
5. Destruction of the Heart
6. Knee Injury

Summary:
Like any were-creature, Fluke has a weakness to silver decapitation, a destruction of the heart; the only three methods of killing a were-creature. Other weaknesses include her little brother and endurance. Since she is part fox, she is not able to run, jump, and use her powers for a long period of time. It is a well known fact that Foxes have low endurance.

Her little brother, the reason she became a criminal, is her only mortal connection and weakness. She would do anything for him, as he is the only flesh and blood still living.

Human Appearance;;

Hair: Brunette
Eyes: Blue
Height: ‘5’’6
Marks: None
Race: Scandinavian
Skin Tone: Medium
Body Type: Athletic
Clothing Style: Relaxed
Footwear: Boots

Summary:
Fluke has the body type of an athletic person, yet at the same time is curvy. Her golden skin tone marks her of a person who is constantly outside, as she is a naturally fair skinned. Her hair is naturally brunette and is set of by a stunning pair of blue eyes. Fluke is also small for a woman, standing at a height of ‘5’’6. And her left knee is heavily scarred.

Fluke also prefers to wear anything she can afford; mostly torn up t-shirts and baggy jeans. Her boots are tattered and worn.

Were Appearance;;

Eye Color: Golden Yellow
Fur Color: Strawberry Red
Fur Length: Medium
Fur Texture: Soft
Size: ‘5’’7
Marks: None

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Her Immortal Nature
2. Fighting
3. Weaponry
4. Having Fun

Dislikes:
1. Personal Flaws
2. Painful Transformations
3.

Flaws:
1. Untrusting Nature
2. Self Reliant
3. Not Accepting of Strangers
4. Inner Struggle To Survive

Summary:
Ever since Fluke was transformed, she has come to accept and enjoy what she is. She considers is a gracious gift and a way to better herself. Fluke also enjoys other things, things like fighting and weaponry. This is due to the fact that she has always had to protect herself and her family from the outside world. Fluke also has an affinity for having a good time and enjoying life to the fullest.

But other than her enjoyment in life, Fluke also has a few dislikes. One of these agitations is her own personal flaws. She considers her knee injury an annoyance, always getting in the way of what she wants to do. She also dislikes her painful transformations. As a newly bitten Were-Lion, Fluke is unable to fully receive the extent of her powers. This eats her away greatly as she is used to being able to perfect her arts. Other than that, she also dreads men. Fluke was raped as a young teenage girl by her father; her own flesh and blood. So she has trust issues with men in general.

One of Fluke’s flaws is her self reliant nature. She was expected to be mature at a very young by taking care of her younger brother. And as a career criminal, she was naturally self reliant. This contributed to her inner struggle to survive. With no money, she fought for food and necessities every day. Never knowing when the next meal would be on the table. Unable to tell friend from foe, she is also not accepting of strangers. And as a criminal, you never know who will catch you.

Background Check;;

Family Members:Wyatt Metthews (Brother)
Birth Place: America
Childhood: Nothing Good
Transformation: Raped
Prey: The weak
Moon Tidings: Anytime
Other Transformation: A cold and ruthless bite
History:
Fluke was born to a very poor family in Charleston, West Virginia. The year was 1990. As she grew from infant to toddler, her mother noticed her father had an abnormal interest in Fluke. Fearing for her Childs life, Flukes mother took her and ran to Virginia. Hoping to get far away from this crazed man.

By the time she reached sixteen, she was a career criminal in the making. Having a step father and new little brother was hard. Especially since they never knew when food would be on the table. She stole as much as she could to help out, to give her little brother the life she never had.

But everything changed at this age. Her father had found them and seeked to destroy their lives. And also to gain back his daughter. He attacked Flukes mother, beating her to an almost near death. And once he found Fluke, he smiled wickedly, pinned her to the floor, and raped her.

Little did fluke know, he was a Were-Fox of two years. So as his fluid seeped into her, she became one of the Unnatural. At first, she hated this disease, as she called it. But noticing that it helped her, she began to enjoy it. She became one of the creatures of the night.





Code Word: 'do the mashed potato, do the twist'.

Mad Skills;;

The wind seemed to rustle about the trees, as if making them dance to its tenacious melody. Even the grass, deeply rooted into the dirt seemed to join in. All was quiet, and the woman standing in this dance enjoyed this.

Fluke was a younger woman ripened with 18 years of experience. And she knew it. All the younger boys seemed to follow in her wake, but she stayed at a safe distance. Not trusting the male species. Her golden red hair, set of by a mystic set of green orbs, seemed to billow in the breezes grasp. It made her appear an angel of the moonlight.

“Another day goes by,” she sighed in a softer voice; a voice that could hypnotize anyone. She then turned and walked towards the city lights, “And another life shall come to an end.”

[Isi Runasimi]

Accepted.