Post by Safya on Jul 15, 2012 16:44:54 GMT -5
Woloch, Carey M. [Safya]
DATA
DATA
Class: Hybrid, Pet
Species: Raccoon
Name: Carey May Woloch [Safya]
Nickname(s): Round-About Carey, Fluffy Tail, Four-Eyes, Stripes, Sticky Fingers, Hoarder
Birthday: May 15th, 3015
Owner: St. Bartelby’s Home for Girls and Boys
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eye Color: Toffee
Hair Color: Mahogany on top with peach undersides
Height: 5’5.75” (167.01 cm)
Weight: 132.50 lbs (60.10 kg)
Build:
Safya is of average height and wouldn’t stand out from the crowd if not for the fact that she is a hybrid. She is lean and lanky but has some muscle on her due to her frequent excursions.
Distinguishing Features:
Safya has a long bushy tail that reaches straight up to her brown ears. It holds a steady pattern of alternating dark brown and light brown. Her hands and feet are padded and her claws are allowed to grow to their full length so she has to be careful when she grabs people. Around her eyes and covering the top portion of her cheeks her skin darkens to form the black mask characteristic of her species.
Typical Dress:
Safya does not change her outfits that often; she only does this during holidays or special occasions (birthdays do not count). Her typical attire consists of a brown or dark khaki shirt strapped from the back to the front with purple cloth (latched with buttons). Over that she usually wears a rose, tan or brown shoulder-pad like cloth with triangular white cloth.
Safya doesn’t wear pants because they are too constricting, instead she wears two differently colored skirts with the same whimsical fire-water pattern on the hem. One is brown with a dark khaki pattern while the other is a light crimson with a goldenrod pattern. Her underwear is plain and simple: no bra and short pantaloons. Her footwear is solely sandals wherever she goes and they and the pantaloons are the only things that change color constantly.
Orientation:
Does it really matter? Safya doesn’t care who she needs to allure herself to if it just lets her sway people to her side. Metal-Men, human, hybrid, male, female—all are equal ground for Safya.
Other Notes:
Her collar is unlike those of her “wealthier” counterparts. Unable to afford a collar (heck they could barely afford her!) the orphanage’s rendition of a collar is a simple brown belt with a copper buckle. Dilapidated to begin with it is itchy and easily becomes sticky when she’s wet or sweats. On the inside a small cloth with the orphanage’s name is stitched to the collar to provide identification.
Her glasses, old and worn, are large, round and black.
Safya’s face claim is Futatsuiwa Mamizou from the Touhou project.
PERSONALITY
Age: 25
Likes:
[Children] What can she say, these little tykes just eat at her heart. They’re cute, innocent, helpful, and unlike adults they don’t mind that she is a hybrid. Safya will do anything for these little guys and gals and is glad her job includes them.
[Ferals] These guys are great. They stand up for what they believe in and don’t care about offending others. Of course it also helps that her brother is one…
[Wine, liquor, alcohol] Safya doesn’t care what it is as long as she can get drunk off of it. It can be bitter, sour, sweet, thick or smooth—just give it to her and she’ll drink it! She enjoys having a good time and doesn’t mind whatever drinks people give her, but is cautious depending on who is the server.
[Autumn] Autumn is a leisurely month. With the leaves falling and the temperature cooling Safya finds that it is a time to relax and let go of her worries for a day, but then of course it is business as usual the remainder of the season.
[The Arts] Although she can’t draw, dance or sing to save her life Safya does appreciate people who do and encourages these activities among the orphans. She loves to watch people paint and when she can collects things she finds beautiful.
[Metal-Men] These people are just cool-looking with their metal bodies. Some even look human (heck some even try to blend in to human society) but on the inside they know they too do not belong. Besides that their strategic position in the current and upcoming political upheaval is something that Safya admires.
Dislikes:
[Adults] Safya doesn’t like adults one bit. The majority she’s met are narrow-minded when it comes to the different races; none are equal, all are somehow superior or inferior. Adults are also more suspicious of others, and though she can understand that suspicion she doesn’t welcome it.
[Itching] Safya just doesn’t like being itchy at all. You cuold say she absolutely hates it. That nagging feeling that won’t go away no matter how much she tries to ignore it is agonizing and she just has to scratch.
[People who hurt children] Safya absolutely despises those who harm children in any way. Of course she understands that accidents happen and children have hurt feelings because they are easily hurt but when people do it on purpose…Well, that just plain pisses her off. Especially if it is her children that they’re messing with.
[Rain] Rain is just an awful occurrence that should never have been invented by anyone. It’s wet, makes the earth smell, and happens as if on a whim. Getting caught in it peeves Safya and she abhors smelling like a wet raccoon.
[Being bitten] Safya loathes being bitten. It’s painful and if it’s unwelcome then she immediately pushes the other person away. Of course the fact that it can be slightly arousing is not a good feeling to have when children are biting you. Just imagine how awkward that is.
[Lice] When you have a lot of hair and live around children this is a huge problem. Coupled with her aversion for being itchy this is one of the things that make her angry.
Aspirations:
[Freedom] Safya dreams of being free to do whatever she wants. No more responsibilities, no children, no nothing.
[Bikes] Safya wants to learn how to ride a bike because honestly she is ashamed that she can’t. Honestly what person can’t ride a bike?
[Live] She wants to live to see the result of the rebellion, which means she better not pick a side just yet.
[Sisters] She wants to have a better relationship with her sisters because at the moment they are not speaking.
[Collection] Someday Safya hopes to have an extensive collection that includes at least one item of everything in the world.
Fears:
[Death] It’s not so much that she’s afraid of dying herself, but that she fears the people she cares about will die.
[HHS Members] Safya hates these people for one sole reason: they are the ones responsible for splintering her family and killing her father.
[Romantic Love] She doesn’t want to have feelings of romance for people because she is afraid that she will not know what to do. If she is in a tough situation and has to pick between the one she loves an another equally important ítem what would she chose?
Strengths:
[Patient] Safya is very patient because she Works with children. She can deal with frequent and recurring nightmares, enuresis, tantrums, hyperactive and apathetic children, boys and girls all day long without tiring. Occasionally she does get frustrated but tries not to snap at the Little tykes.
[Pickpocket] Safya is particularly proud of this ability. Taught to pickpocket by her brother when they were younger (for “when she needed it” he had said) she first began pickpocketing her family and later moved on to more difficult targets until she was finally able to pickpocket even metal men and HHS staff. Although she shouldn’t do it anymore Safya likes to pickpocket people who come close enough to her in the orphanage—she does have a habit of pilfering the unsuspecting.
[Climbing] Safya can scale almost anything with ease and she’ll be damned if a slight complication will stop her. Using her claws she lightly scans above herself for hand and foot holds, and her nighttime visión helps her see around herself.
[Hiding] Being a raccoon Safya knows how to hide from people and easily identifies places where she can be hidden.
Weaknesses:
[Drinking] While not a drunkard Safya does have a weakness for any inebriating agent people offer her and seldom refuses a drink. Luckily she has a high tolerance for alcohol and doesn’t get intoxicated easily.
[Orphans] Safya feels pity for the children who are at the orphanage. They’re either abandoned, unwanted, given up or children who actually have no living parents or relatives willing to take them in. In response to this she tries to give them what they want while still disciplining them.
[Discards] Safya goes into hysterics when any person tries to throw away or take any of the junk she has accumulated. If someone wishes to distract her from something this is the best way to do so.
[Fighting] Safya’s fighting skills aren’t what you would call great or even adequate. She knows basic self-defense but out in the streets where people are highly skilled she would flounder if ever in a life-or-death confrontation.
Habits:
[Pilferer] Always on the lookout for food or trinkets Safya has a habit of taking what does not belong to her. She just can’t help it; what if she can sell that item or give the children (or herself) something tasty to eat?
[Scratching] Although it annoys her Safya can’t help scratching nearly all the time, especially when she is nervous or it is hot.
[Talking] Safya tends to talk quite a lot. Even if she is telling you just one idea she will branch off into tangents so that a conversation starting with music branches off towards cats.
[Tail] When she is impatient the tip of her tail slaps harshly against the floor.
Overall Personality:
Safya is a fun loving girl who never seems to cease talking. She aims to make the most of what she has but knows that there is more to life than serving people. Don’t get her wrong she loves children but she doesn’t understand why the humans are the top of the food chain. As such she has taken the role of informant to the rebels, metal-men and the occasional human. Although it is a dangerous profession Safya doesn’t mind—raccoons naturally live in danger and learn to avoid it as best they can. Generally a lively girl Safya likes to have fun with people and isn’t afraid to be friends with two enemies.
Other Notes:---
HISTORICAL FACTS
Birthplace: Center Sector
Parents:
[Father, deceased, age 50] John Woloch. He was a kind man that Safya was close to and who died by the hands of the HHS.
[Mother, status unknown, age 46] Elizabeth Abigail Woloch. Safya loved her mother except for one glaring thing—she loved to fornicate with other men.
Siblings:
[Younger sister, living, age 10] Betty Ruth Woloch. Her youngest sister that Safya is fond of, but the feelings aren’t mutual. Currently being cared for by Mercy (with her mother having abandoned them).
[Younger sister, living, age 18] Mary Mercy Woloch. A strident girl Safya didn’t have a healthy relationship with.
[Older brother, living, age 28] Francis Giles Woloch. A nice enough Feral (at least to Safya) who provides her with a link to the rebellion. He still sometimes goes by his “slave” name, Djaq.
Education:
Safya is well educated. She can read and write better than most of the orphans she works with and is highly adept at math. Science? Not so much. She knows the basics of science but doesn’t see the need for it in her day to day life so she never bothered to learn it.
History:
Safya was born on May 15th, 2015 to John and Elizabeth Abigail Woloch. She grew up a fairly happy child with an older brother and two sisters to keep her company, and her parents tried to make an honest living to provide for their children. She loved to play hide-and-seek with her fellow raccoon siblings and would roam the streets with her brother looking for someone to pickpocket (a practice their parents vehemently disapproved of).
All this ended when HHS members decided to raid the place where she and other hybrids lived when she was sixteen years old. Her mother and youngest sister, barely one year old at the time, managed to escape because her mother had been at another place sleeping with one of her many many sexual partners. John, Mercy, Giles and she weren’t quite so lucky and were forced to be ‘under the care’ of the HHS. At first everything was fine—the family had been kept together—but when they tried to sell Mercy, then nine years old, her father got very angry. He broke out of his cage and assaulted the HHS members while Giles and she watched and tried to break out of their cages to help him. Not being able to they watched helplessly as their father was dragged away into what they later learned was the euthanizing room.
In the end Mercy wasn’t sold because the prospective owners were worried that she had inherited her father’s rebellious spirit and so they chose another hybrid. Saddened but determined to not let each other die Safya and her brother Giles concocted a plan to escape from the HHS.
That failed.
Safya was charged with stealing keys from the HHS members and succeeded in doing so, but after they unlocked their cages the plan went awry. They’d mistimed the shifts of their jailors and had to run away quickly, and unfortunately Giles and she were recaptured. Mercy was able to make it out and did not return a fact that both bothered and relieved the siblings. Sure their sister was far away from the HHS but now she was by herself on the streets!
They did not have long to concern themselves over their sister’s fate however because Safya and Giles were soon sold to a Middie who needed servants; he was the one who named her Safya and Giles “Djaq.” Safya spent her days doing domestic chores around the man’s shop while her brother did what she assumed were more “manly” jobs (though she never really found out what he did). They never spoke of their work there and again hatched a plan to escape, and again things went wrong. As their “owner’s” shop went downhill after four years he decided to sell Safya to St. Bartelby’s Home for Girls and Boys for a low price (he needed all the money he could get), and Safya lost contact with her brother for some time.
Although she was wary of caring for children at the orphanage she soon acclimated to her new life and was comfortable there. She began working there at age 20 and a year later was able to contact her brother who had escaped from their “master” and had started working with the Ferals. Eager to see her brother she began to sneak out of the orphanage in search of him (an easy feat in her raccoon form). In doing this she often was able to listen in on people’s conversation as she pretended to look at a sign or such, and after she reached her brother the idea struck her that she could be an informant. After all besides her tasks at the orphanage they often sent her to buy goods from the market when they needed it, and there she conveniently “bumped” into people.
Safya learned to do anything for information from sharing a friendly drink to sleeping with people numerous times. She tries to keep the latter a secret from her brother because she doesn’t think he’d like her sleeping with random men, but even if he learned of it she wouldn’t stop. Anything would go if she could just get a hold of some valuable information, and it is the way she got one—a rumor at first but one she later confirmed—that the Silverhollow heirs were living at the orphanage.
Now Safya is just trying to stay alive to see the outcome of the rebellion and focuses her attention on the two Silverhollow heirs at the orphanage.
GOSSIP
Known Facts:
- Get a bit of liquor in her and she’ll tell you just about anything.
- She works at St. Bartelby’s Home for Girls and Boys.
- She always has a whiskey bottle with her.
- She is willing to trade petty tidbits for things she finds interesting.
Rumors:
- She wants to kill the Silverhollow head.
- She’s sleeping with the orphanage owners.
- She comes to your house at night to peek in your windows and watch you do things.
Secrets:
- She hides all of her pilfered junk below a rundown building in the outskirts; the only way inside is a raccoon-sized hole that one has to squeeze through.
- She doesn’t collect she hoards.
- If she is fortunate enough to catch a bat she eats it raw.
- She knows who the Silverhollow heirs are in the orphanage.
THE PERSON BEHIND THE SCENES
Roleplayer: Jocelyn
Years Role-Playing: About 3 years
Contact: email or PM
Other Characters: Tweedle-Dee
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Down street, clean; up street, clean; building tops, clean.
Twisting her ears to catch the slightest sound Safya confirmed that there was no one watching her and transformed into her raccoon form. Her bones contorted and shrunk to fit her small frame, her hands and feet shifted into dexterous paws and her tail shrunk. Fully transformed she took a whiff of her surroundings before dashing across the deserted alley. Her tail dragged against the dirt road as she ran, breath coming in short shallow intervals. Her running was impeded greatly by the seemingly useless trinket clasped in her two front paws, and she was glad that the dark cloudy night provided her with the cover she needed to skulk about unnoticed. Reaching the opposite building she looked around herself once more as if expecting someone to follow her before she wriggled through a small opening.
A treasure trove opened up in front of her eyes—mountains of knickknacks were stacked side by side in order of color, shininess, practicality, and other criteria. Staring with adulation at her dragon’s hoard Safya shimmied down a banister and stared at the newly acquired addition to what most people would categorize as junk. It was a small glass dome that had a blue tint to it and inside a small piece of what she assumed to be a sort of rock was stuck in limbo, its glossy green sheen uncaring as to who was the current owner. No more than four inches in diameter it served virtually no purpose (save perhaps as a paperweight) but Safya thought it was absolutely gorgeous. Running toward her “useless but pretty” pile she lovingly placed the treasure with the others and then scurried up one of the piles and hurried to the entrance. Settling back on her rump Safya brought her tail forward and began to scratch it with the nails of her front paws. Finding nothing—thank goodness—she lay down on the ledge big enough for a wolf and stared at her collection.
Over the years she had accumulated half a basement-full of broken children’s toys, defective clothing, coins, tattered novels, used boxes and other innumerable objects. Although most people would call her collection junk Safya didn’t care. Her collection made her feel at ease and in control, it provided her with something that was totally her own. She would come to it and sit for sometimes hours at a time simply to stare at it and would sometimes fall asleep doing so, but now was not the time.
Sighing as she arched her back in a stretch Safya took one last glance at her hoard before squeezing through the entrance hole and dashing across the street once more. It was time to get back to the orphanage.
