Susan Kiwirana
Name: | Susan Kiwirana |
Bond: | Clouded Brown Mutt Bhijoth |
Bonded at: | Darkling Dawn |
Age: | Appears 18 |
Sex: | Female |
Species: | Human/Demigod |
Height: | 6' |
Skin: | Pale Ivory |
Hair: | Shaved bald... green stubble |
Eyes: | Neon orange |
Father: | Dilbert Kiwirana - Demigod turned cyborware-developments-firm manager |
Mother: | Hilary Kiwirana - Human, secretary |
Siblings: | Marie Kiwirana, 'identical' twin. |
Origin: | Star City, Nexus |
Occupation: | Societal dropout |
Physical Description: |
Unlike her sister, Susan's height and lack of weight do not blend together so perfectly. She looks... well, she looks more like a giant walking skeleton then anything. Flat chested and all hard angles, she carries herself in such a way that it looks like she could fall apart at any moment. She hunches most of the time and swings her arms and legs in an almost flail-like walk. When she was younger, Susan had long, straight green hair. At the moment, however, it's been shaved completely off, leaving a pasty white scalp and a sprinkling of deep green stubble. Her face--not quite heart shaped, not quite narrow nosed, and not quite huge-eyed, is about average in appearance, save for the bruise-like makeup that she applies the good-old-fashioned way. Her eyes are neon orange, the only unnatural thing about them being that they were tinkered with via a cyborware installer. She wears the general punk-colours of Star City--black and neon, rough cut clothing that does nothing to help her sharp angles. Her cyborware is rather extensive: metallic filigree marks her arms and legs, and holographic tattoos paste her back and shoulders completely. Her fingers are tipped with sharp, metallic nails, as are her toes. |
Personality: | Susan is a realist, or maybe just a pessimist. The world is out there, and it sucks. And she doesn't want to be a part of it. Especially not when living life the 'usual' way means acting exactly like her idiot of a sister, or winding up a routine-leashed person like her mother, or a money-hungry person, like her father. She likes travelling, but only because the fault she finds with one place in particular builds up over time, which eventually becomes unendurable. This isn't to say that she doesn't like the comforts that her birth-place provides--she's a cyberpunk and she knows it. She's always been rather independant: she relies on her father's money only in dire circumstances, preferring to do her own 'business from home' to scrounge up change. 'Business from home', unfortunately, has become more illegal in the last few years, so Susan's agreed to stay with her sister throughout the girl's college stay. Her tolerance is wearing thin, of course... but we'll see what happens. |
Bhijoth
Name: | Bhijoth |
Bond: | Susan Kiwirana |
Hatched at: | Darkling Dawn, Clutch 19 |
Current Residence: | Star City |
Stage: | Adult |
Sex: | Male |
Species: | Clouded Brown SoF-Old World Mutt |
Size: | Large |
Height: | 26' 5" |
Length: | 52' 10" |
Abilities: | Assisted Firebreath, Teleportation, Telepathy |
Physical Description: | Bhijoth is big, mean, and brown. That's about all there is to say about him, at first glance. His hide is pale brown with a slightly darker mottled pattern near his tail, limbs and head. His wing webbing is parchment coloured: a cross between cream and brown. While his tail-tip is nearly black, his neck ridges fade from deep brown to nearly white. As said before, he's built quite large for a brown, and all of that is muscle. He looks like he knows how to use it! |
Personality: | He's almost always over the top, swearing and insulting other dragons or people if they so much as look at him or his bond the wrong way. No one's going to get at Susan with a guard like him! He may or may not have a softer side... not even Susan really knows, considering that he's almost as gruff with her as with everyone else he meets! |