Born 3 years, 5 months ago
House: FurCoin House
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Mads looks stunning!
Age: Unknown, older than you may think.
Species: An amalgamation of many things, has humanoid and wolf forms. Enemies (and occasionally friends, in an affectionate sense) call her a mutt to spite her. Some reverently call her an old god (she's not terribly fond of it).
Height: Wolf: 6 ft at the shoulder. Humanoid: 5 ft 3 in
Characteristic Markings: Wolf Form: Torn left ear, two long scars spanning the left side of her face, going through the corner or her mouth and over the eye, blind in said eye. Her right eye is blue and the left is a milky bluish-white. Human Form: Same as wolf form, missing left arm (replaced with mechanical arm containing hidden elbow and wrist blades), septum and tongue piercings, multiple tattoos and scars covering body.
Strengths: Physical strength, enhanced hearing, smell, and taste, most forms of fighting, with and without weaponry, shadow magic, wounds heal almost instantly (except in certain circumstances), far too suave for her own good, lack of self preservation (some would view this as a weakness), eternally looks 25 (getting carded at every bar gets annoying about two centuries in), pretty much immortal.
Weaknesses: Doesn't know when to stop, terrible depth perception, cannot stand the sight, sound, or smell of hospitals, hospital like places, or hospital related instruments, the same with whips, has a terrible temper where her family is concerned, easily loses herself in bloodlust, prone to debilitating nightmares, likes buying things too much, adopts every animal she sees, easily offends politically powerful people, often forgets to eat or sleep when she's working, 100% an alcoholic, children.
Personality: Mads is overwhelmingly flippant; her devil-may-care attitude has gotten her into many sticky situations, and she relishes in the fights that get her out of said sticky situations. She enjoys belittling those that think themselves infallible, and has strong, unshakable morals when it comes to what she perceives as right and wrong. She easily adopts people she likes into her pack and becomes very protective over them. She is also a very physical person, and is prone to draping herself over people, especially if they are sitting on a couch, and even more so if she considers them a part of her pack. It's not uncommon to see her leaning on someone, be it standing or sitting, in order to take a quick nap or to otherwise express an exasperated emotion.
She is an excellent fighter, and her typically relaxed posture and almost constant smirk, along with her rather small size, tends to make her opponents underestimate her, a phenomenon that she is quick to exploit. She enjoys combat utilizing knives the most, followed by hand-to-hand and other bladed weapons, and then blunt objects like clubs and weapons such as spears or pikes. While she is skilled with most firearms, she prefers to not use them because to her, they are loud, messy, and impersonal.
Concerning animals, she is quick to adopt orphans, and is known for accepting injured animals and orphaned baby animals and raising them up. The first animal she ever ever rescued was a sickly white tiger cub that she found in the back of a black market warehouse . She saved that tiger's life, named him Dhiren, and from that point on, he became her lifelong companion, to the point that she magically elongated his lifespan to make him immortal like her.
In both her humanoid and wolf forms, she has a bit of an oral fixation. She's constantly putting things that she shouldn't in her mouth, even when she knows it's probably not going to taste great. She chews on things (she appreciates the existence of gum and lollipops), and licks things that are new to her. She likes slightly baring her long, sharp teeth as she talks (in both forms), as a bit of an intimidation factor.
She doesn't like saying that her past defines her, but it really does. Her lack of a mother figure has left her confused on how to act when a mother figure shows her affection. The trauma from being tortured and experimented on in her formative years has left her unable to even go near anything hospital related, and pure white walls and sterile scents are deeply unsettling to her. Even the sound of a whip cracking leaves her shrinking down and cowering, the scars on her back a constant reminder of being totally unwanted as a child.
Side Note: If you pet her just right, you can coax a deep, throaty purr out of her.
There's a lot more I could write, as I've been improving upon this character since 2012, but this bio is getting long and I'm gonna spare you from the nitty gritty details.