Character’s Full Name: Aubrey Lynn Winwood
Alias/Nickname/Codename: Rey
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthday: July 30
Nationality/Ethnicity: Russian-American
Birthplace: Nome, Alaska
Home: She moves around too much to have anything she would even consider a home, though she tends to stick around near her brother in Washington.
Appearance
Hair Color and Style: She has chin length, shaggy, messy black hair that sticks up all over the place. She can’t control her hair at all, but at least it doesn’t frizz.
Eyes: She has big, deep set, honey brown eyes that look orange in the sunlight.
Height 5’1”
Build: Rey is a small girl with round hips, a thin waist, and an average bust. She has squared shoulders and an athletic body. Her back is straight and her posture is better than most girls of her age and time.
Visible Mutation: Rey has the ears, tail, teeth and eyes of some sort of dog. The ears are tall and kind of pointed, the tail is a long brush, and the coloring is sort of a dusty yellowy brown color. Her teeth are thinner, sharper, and her eye teeth are longer than a humans, more like those of a dog. Her tongue is kind of longer, and flatter than a humans, with a strange texture to it. Her nails are dark at the cuticles, almost black, and get lighter at the tips.
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: She’s covered in scars, from head to toe, though most of them are hidden by her clothes and hair. There are two though, that remain visible at all times. One on her right cheek that starts near her nostril and disappears at the corner of her jaw, the other is a rope burn across the middle of her neck that makes it look like she has been strangled with a rope. Most of her scars are just pink lines, though some are jagged and ugly. She believes tattoos are pointless, though she thinks it would be comical to get her ears pierced.
Other Features: She has smooth skin, a round face, with sharp features, a straight nose, a stubborn chin, and a wide mouth with thin, dark pink lips. Her eyebrows are thick and straight, but well groomed. She has small hands and feet with strong but broken nails.
Everyday Clothing Style: She wears whatever she thinks is comfortable, so long as it isn’t ugly. That usually consists of layers, with a pair of old jeans and sneakers to complete the outfit. She rarely matches, but the clashing colors and patterns somehow work for her.
Uniform: none. Though she muses it would be fun to look like batman.
Sleepwear: She sleeps in her underwear.
Miscellaneous: She always wears a large, thick, well worn, black leather dog collar around her neck. The tag reads: 'Pacino'
Character
Personality: Rey would rather play in dirt and climb trees than go and try to make friends her own age. She loves the night better than the day, maybe because she can see better then, and she’s in love with the ocean and playing on the beach. Her favorite colors are black, blue and green, because those are practically the only colors she can see.
She’s a bit like a wild animal, in the sense that she doesn’t fully trust anyone, she is prone to attack when provoked, and when she feels that she’s in danger, she gets flighty. She’s kind of territorial and she tends to be more curious than cautious though. She has a horrible temper and she herself is tempestuous.
She doesn’t like people much at all, but she hates seeing someone alone. She thinks that animals are better than humans. She hates working with other people.
She likes cats, and they hate her.
She’s been trained to avoid all emotion and she’s as stubborn as an ox.
Her best friend is a gray, long furred, rangy looking mutt of a dog named Dorian Gray. He's a sort of rude, scamp of a dog that is convinced that Aubrey is his pack mate. She feeds anything she doesn't eat to him. His voice box was clipped when he was a puppy, and then he was abandoned by his family three years later. He's mute, so Aubrey can hardly understand him verbally.
Around winter time she starts craving company, almost searching it out. She doesn’t like being touched, though it only appears to be men that bother her, and she will distance herself as much as she can from them, within two feet is too close for her.
She’s a thief, and enjoys doing it, which has turned her into a bit of a kleptomaniac. She doesn’t really know what to do with money. She could care less what people think of her.
She hates using eating utensils and usually only drinks water. She likes playing with bugs.
Aubrey will put anything edible in her mouth, or even something inedible, just to see what it tastes like.
She tends to chew on her lips and the skin around her fingernails. She only eats melted cheese on pizza, grilled cheese, and omelets. She gets nauseous from coffee. She can fit in tiny places and likes to hide from people. She hates being stared at, rarely gets sick, and hates the mailman. And she uses her tail and ears to express most of her feelings while her eyes have an almost constant “I’m bored” look.
Hobbies/Interests: Rey loves reading, more than anything else. She has stolen countless books, from libraries and stores and shops, any book that catches her eye, she’ll read the first page and then leave with it. She leaves them in other towns when she’s done with them, sometimes in stores, most times in the library. She loves old style musicals, mostly because those were some of the only movies her Uncle ever watched.
Job: None.
Fears: The dog catcher, zombies, men, thunder, snakes, horses, and vacuum cleaners.
Special Talents: She’s an amazing singer, but she never sings in front of anyone. She can climb practically anything. She has a bottomless stomach, and she usually eats a lot. She’s a free runner, and has a strange knack for landing on her feet most times. She’s a pick-pocket, or she could be, and she’s so good at it that she could even steal from someone while they are looking right at her. She took her first violin lesson when she was four, though she hasn’t tried to play since she was six, she still can. She can run on all fours like a dog, and is agile “like a ninja” as she says.
Morality: Neutral-Borderline Evil - She doesn’t care for people much at all, and those people include other mutants. She could care less about the Mutant v. Human or Mutant v. Mutant, it all seems like a bunch of cockamamie nonsense to her. She didn’t know about other mutants before, other than bits and pieces she caught on the radio or saw on television. Because of how she grew up and what her uncle has done to her, she’s a little bitter and cruel. She doesn’t care about humans much.
Mutations
Primary Mutation: She has a terrifying affinity to the canid specie, a natural Alpha figure. The dogs follow her around and always greet her happily.
Strength:
-Even the wild canids or ones that have been trained to attack and kill trespassers trust and love her.
-She can understand the animals as well, but only dogs and the like.
-They usually obey whatever she asks them to do, within reason.
-Her senses are equal to that of a dog. Her night vision is impeccable, her skin has an stiffening muscle and its super-sensitive to touch, meaning that her hair will sometimes stand up on ends. She has a Jacobson’s organ in the roof of her mouth, allowing her to catch and discern smells in the air. And, depending on the directions of the wind, she can sometimes smell something from farther away.
-She can interpret howls as long as she can hear them.
-The canid language is world wide, with different accents depending on the country the dog is born in.
Weakness:
-She’s gotten attacked a few times, usually by one of the wild animals, she can‘t tell the sane ones from the crazy ones sometimes.
-It makes her more like a canid because they are really the only creatures she really talks to other than her brother and his family.
-She has to be within at least 10ft of the canid to hear it. The closer the dog, the easier he is to understand.
-She doesn't understand words in howls, only the undertones, like what the howl is implying.
-Loud noises, potent smells and the like make her cringe, sick, dizzy, faint, or temporary debilitate her. Sirens, dog whistles, screeches, screams and other high pitched things make her skin crawl and make her want to howl, sometimes it‘s so bad that she writhes in pain. She’s partially colorblind as well, she can’t see reds, pinks, oranges, or anything in between. Perfumes will sometimes make her faint, they smell like formaldehyde and can also make her nauseous. She has cloudy depth perception and is a bit near sighted.
Fighting Style: Rey’s style involves brute force, speed, natural skill, and instinct. She knows where vital points are on the body, but every move she makes is purely instinctual. She’s fast enough to dodge most attacks, though if she doesn’t pay attention, she gets hit. She’s got endurance, so she can take a hit, and she’s too stubborn to give up and stay down even when she knows she’s beaten. She’s strong, surprisingly so because of how little she is. She does know the basics of fighting, like not tucking your thumb under your fingers when you throw a punch so it doesn’t break, and protecting your weak parts. She doesn’t have any real desire to learn how to fight better, she would rather just avoid physical contact all together. “The best defense is a fast pair of sneakers”.
Pros: Her tail gives her amazing balance. Because she fights based on her instincts, she can’t really be predicted because she doesn’t follow the same pattern. Her center of gravity is lower than most people’s. She has amazing speed, and she moves like a dancer almost.
Cons: She doesn’t have any control. When she throws a punch and misses, she’ll end up hurting herself. She has no real defense, so if an attacker is faster than she is or she isn’t paying attention, she will probably get punched in the face or worse and lose. She’s too stubborn to give up though, so she will get beaten pretty badly.
Weapon: She rarely uses a weapon, but the times she does, it’s a hot pink butterfly knife with a shiny black blade. She stole it from a smoke shop while she was in Seattle a few years back.
Faction: Unaffiliated
History:
Aubrey’s grandparents had immigrated to America just after the end of WWII, and long before they had their first children. Her father, Alyek Winwood, and her mother, Abigail Czerny, had been childhood friends. They never thought of each other as anything other than friends until after Kyle’s father left Abigail. Months passed and then they started dating, and soon after they fell in love. They were married and had their first, and only, child by the time Kyle was nine. They couldn’t afford an ultrasound, so when their daughter was born with a brush of a tail and tall pointed ears, they were flabbergasted. Abigail thought it was adorable though, she had always wanted a dog, and she thought of her child as a pet, and a dog eared and tailed girl playing violin was always fun to flaunt around her friends.
Aubrey grew up thinking she was a pet, not a child. She was pampered and fawned over by her own mother until the day her parents were murdered by Alyek’s uncle, Stephen, a man that hadn’t been seen in over ten years. He was a mutant, a telepath, and he had been kicked out of his parents’ house because of what he was. It made him bitter, and jealous. Aubrey was only seven.
He adopted Aubrey, claiming that it was his obligation, being the last living member of her family.
He lived on a junkyard, working as a mechanic and he raised her as his own daughter, which meant that he practically beat Aubrey’s childhood out of her and raised her to be like him, ruthless and cruel, a thief. He assumed that she only had the abnormal appearance and added speed and strength. He saw Aubrey as a tool, a helper of sorts, though he never said as much to her. He taught her to land on her feet, to use her tail for balance, to use everything around her to her advantage, and to trust above all else, her instincts. She learned how to climb as well, not just trees and rock walls, but anything possible, freehand. She thought it was all a game.
And when he noticed that even his vicious, brindle coated junkyard dog let Aubrey scratch his belly, he was in awe, if not a little pleased. The dog didn’t even let Stephen touch it, and Stephen was his master. He saw this as an advantage, lots of people had trained guard dogs.
He trained her until she was able to steal from even him, and he encouraged her to do it. Soon he began testing her in supermarkets and department stores, telling her to go in and just take whatever she wanted. He never told her it was bad, immoral and illegal. He found that a skirt and a hat made her less noticeable, and he made her wear them every time she went outside. He also taught her to hide her emotions, and never to smile in case someone should notice her strange teeth.
Stephen thought that because she had the tail, ears and teeth of a dog that it meant she could also transform into one. Before she hit puberty, he started setting up traps to ignite a change. He had learned that some shifters transform when they are threatened or excited. When she started to become wary of his traps, always on her guard, he started assaulting her openly. He threw knives at her, beat her, strangled her and sent her on near suicide missions just to see if she would change. When she was fifteen, he strangled her with a rope to try and see if nearly killing her would work. She fought him until she passed out.
She hid in the junkyard after she came to, her uncle was sleeping. The junkyard dog came to her and spoke to her, which terrified her even more than her uncle’s attempts to harm her. But with her terror came a strange curiosity. He told her to leave before the “Bad Man” kills her. He said he would stall him as long as he could, and asked her to take his collar to remember him by. So she ran.
She wandered, avoiding large cities and places that she might be caught or seen by one of her Uncle’s cohorts. She had never met one before, but she knew he had them, so she was terrified of meeting any. She was never caught stealing, though she did find out that it was illegal a few months after she left her Uncle. There was a time when she decided to stop stealing all together, but she had already found that habit hard to break.
When she was sixteen, she had made it all the way to Chicago, Illinois, though she didn't wander into the city itself, and as she was skirting the city, she saw her uncle talking with a few other men dressed in black. She was sure he didn’t see her and ran away as fast as she could, but she had been wrong, and she wasn’t fast enough. Stephen chased her for weeks, catching her numerous times. But she knew how to escape from those kind of situations, Stephen had taught her how. He was always a few steps behind, And for months this went on, until finally it seemed that Stephen was giving up on catching her. She was obviously not a shape shifter.
By the time she was seventeen she had made it to somewhere on the west coast, and she hadn't seen hide nor hair of her uncle since December the year before. She was a drifter, and she discovered that stealing helped so long as it was nothing too expensive or noticeable, and, so long as she didn’t stay in the same place for too long, her Uncle couldn't find her. She avoids big cities, and the east coast, just in case her uncle was still there.
Rey was passing out of a small town somewhere in the mid west when she ran into a wild looking dog, that looked like a Scottish Deerhound, with it's leg trapped in a snare. Without thinking, she released the dog from the trap and then left, thinking the dog would have run off somewhere to lick its wounds. But the dog followed her, first warily, always staying far enough back that he would be able to run away faster than Aubrey would be able to catch him. Aubrey tried scaring it off, but the more she did, the closer the rangy dog would get until eventually the dog was boldly walking next to or behind her. He was always close to her from then on, and though she might deny it to somebody, she was happy the dog chose to travel with her. She wondered why the dog never spoke though, as the other ones did, and her curiosity wore on her until finally she asked the dog why he didn't talk, making herself feel like an idiot. The dog told her, in an almost painful voice, that his voice box had been clipped so that he couldn't bark, Rey was appalled. The dog wanted to know why she was a human-dog, and why he hadn't seen more of her kind. She didn't know the answer.
He said his name was Dorian Gray, his last human had been a writer, and had had an obsession with irony.
And when she was passing through Washington, on her way down to Oregon, she heard about a man named Kyle Czerny, a small town mayor's son, having his second child.
She hadn't even remembered much about her brother, let alone her childhood before living with Stephen, so hearing the oddly familiar name threw her off kilter for a long while. After weeks and weeks, she finally got up the nerve to go and investigate if this man was the boy she only vaguely remembered. But after months of her lurking around the town learning about him, too afraid to make herself known in case her uncle was keeping tabs on Kyle, he approached her in one of her usual haunts. He had known who she was as soon as he saw her face, but had waited until he saw her ears and tail before he truly believed that his little sister was still alive and alright.
He told her everything that had happened to him, after their parents' murder, and she told him most of what had happened to her, though she left some of the more gruesome things out. They met up often for the next few weeks, before she realized that she was getting too comfortable with her brother and his family. It was actually Dorian that reminded her of the dangers, of her uncle, it was the first thing he had said to her in the time she had been in the town. Kyle had asked his wife if she would mind Aubrey living with them, especially considering Aubrey slept on the street. Kyle's wife said no, that she wouldn't mind, because Aubrey was his sister, and she was a nice girl. Aubrey, on the other hand, said that she couldn't live with them because she would go stir crazy if she tried. Which was only half a lie.
She still lives like she has since she ran away, drifting around from town to town, but her brother and his family welcome her each time they see her. He even encouraged her to pick up a violin again, though she thinks he’s only joking.
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Wile E. Coyote: You are a rabbit, and I'm going to eat you for supper. Now, don't try to get away! I am more muscular, more cunning, faster, and larger than you are, and I'm a genius.
Food. Food. Food.
Eggs. Bacon. Hash browns. Bacon. Perhaps a bagel. Toast. Bacon!
The thoughts turned over in Aubrey Winwood’s mind as she nibbled her bottom lip, peeling of the dead skin with her sharp teeth. She hadn’t eaten in a few days, which was normal for her, but she was feeling particularly starved at the moment. She kicked at the puddles in the street she was wandering down, the tattered bottoms of her jeans were soaked and Dorian was trotting along beside her with his fur dripping, his tail held tall, and his tongue lolling. He looked up at her with his big gray blue eyes and seemed to laugh at her.
It was around four a.m., no one was awake and driving through town just yet. Her nose was scrunched, the smells of wet cement, oil, rubber, and smoke from somebody’s fireplace teasing her sensitive nose. The burning wood and wet cement she didn’t mind, it was the rubber of tires that was especially nauseating. She wasn’t sure where she was exactly, somewhere in Oregon, but other than that she hadn’t the faintest idea what town she in. She passed a bakery and her mouth watered, the smell of flours, sugars, butters and fruit fillings for pastries making her whine like a hungry puppy and stare longingly into the dimly lit front windows. There was a small woman behind the counter, glazing a donut with care; the sign hanging on the door said “Closed”. Rey rubbed her face and looked away, she had a strict policy never to steal from bakeries, if she did it once, she would make a habit of it. And her habits got out of hand.
She kept walking, looking for a Denny’s or some other diner that would be open this time of the morning. Her brother had given her a hundred dollars to use, thinking she was going to be back at his house in a week’s time, if that, and she decided that she mind as well use it for food. She could have used it to buy donuts, but bakeries didn’t take large bills and she hadn’t used any of the money yet. She licked her lips and fixed her beanie so that her ears were more comfortable, it was her favorite hat, and normally it was comfortable on her ears. She also found it charmingly ironic considering there were there were pointed fabric ears sewn into the hat just where her actual ears were.
Bacon.
She could smell it now, or maybe she was imagining it, either way her pace quickened. She stopped at the entrance to the local diner, staring at the sign that was in just about every entrance to every store they ever went to. “No shirt” “No shoes” “No pets”. Rey and Dorian exchanged a look, and Dorian took a deep breath, heaved a sigh, and then trotted over to a bench on the side of the diner and curled up underneath it. Rey chewed on the side of her mouth, watching the gray dog for a moment, wondering if she should go inside the diner or not. Dorian stared at her, and then rested his head on his dark colored paws and closed his eyes. Aubrey walked into the diner without another look at the dog.
‘Seat Yourself’ the sign in the front read, with a smiley face in the ‘o’. She felt the corner of her mouth twitch as she passed it, her tail wagging underneath her long jacket. Cliché though it may have been, smiley faces made her want to smile too, especially ones that looked so happy. She sat down on a red booth, wiggling around before settling to make sure that her tail wasn’t trapped awkwardly beneath her. She put her jacket over her tail and then finally sat down, feeling the cushion deflate beneath her. She blinked a few times, her mouth twitching again and her tail thumping slightly on the seat beside her. She was always so delighted in simple things. She was glad that she had had enough time to learn to control herself before she started enjoying the little things, like smiley faces, sinking chairs, the surprised and sometimes curious look people got when they saw her ears or tail.
“Good morning, what’ll you have to drink?” The cheery voice made Rey’s ears prick, if not for the hat, the woman might’ve been screaming by now.
Rey looked up at her slowly, making sure not to pay too much attention to the woman’s stiff, tacky blonde hair and what might have been blue eyeshadow that made her murky eyes look a little more bright. Then, in a quiet voice, said, “Milk.”
The woman smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes, “Alright, do you need time to decide what you’ll eat?”
Rey shook her head, “Eggs, scrambled, bacon, hash browns, and toast, Two of each.”
The woman nodded, but didn’t write anything down. Rey was sure the order was just as cliché as the sign at the entrance. “Alright then.”
She watched the woman walk away, blinking slowly at the gaudy pin of the uniform. She liked the color though, and she was sure it would be fun to have to wear that color all the time. She wondered if she should sneak into the back and take one of those uniforms, maybe even a name tag. She smiled then, a tight lipped smile, but still a smile as the waitress came back with her milk. The woman stared at the dark pink scar on Rey’s pale face with a tiny, almost unnoticeable lip curl and poorly hidden disgusted look in her eyes, and Rey’s smile immediately faded. It wasn’t that her scar was disfiguring, or anything, it wasn’t even ugly like the one on her neck. Rey thought it gave her face character, which even her brother and his too honest wife agreed with.
“Thanks.” Rey growled.
The waitress nodded and then Rey watched as she walked away shaking her head. Rey decided she would steal something from the waitress’ locker room, but not just a uniform as she wanted. She was going to take this woman’s credit cards, if she had any, cut them up and throw them out. She wouldn’t put the woman in debt or steal her identity, that was too easy, but the thought of the woman looking for her credit cards and worrying that someone would use them would just be too gratifying to pass by. Rey smiled again, a delighted, cruel curve of a smile that made her look like a little girl. This woman would suffer even in this small way, no one stared at Aubrey Winwood’s face-scar like THAT and got away with it.
