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FirNaTine
9/3/2008 2:52:52 PM
Total Posts: 1
Isirie Cloverley

Age: 120

Gender: Female

Species: Kiefan Shapeshifter

Shapeshift: Black Panther

History; Let's start from the beginning:
     A long time ago, a child was born of two lovestruck partners. This child was born with the beauty of the Ancient Uthan Folklore Goddess Aphrodite, with eyes bright green and skin the fairest pink. She had hair the color of the brightest Red Dwarf in the sky. Isirie was her name.
     Isirie dwelt in a small village surrounded by the tallest of trees and the sweetest smelling grass. She played with all the other children and made friends easily with her charming, bright smile. Her and her friends would go into the woods and "practice" their skills: summoning flowers and bushes, taming small animals, and sometimes practiced their combat skills, for in these days, it was hard pressed to find a little bit of peace in the world.
    Isirie's village was set apart from most of the villages due to its distinct history of producing shapeshifters. The last to come from the village though was over 400 years ago. Still, the village flourished on its own, reveling in the quite comfort.
     Isirie was quite used to the constant callings of men, from her own village and even those of Orcs and Humans. She was well into her 80s and she had the body of a 20 year old in human years. She was quick and strong, tall and agile. Her body was slender with lean muscle everywhere. Her hair had grown now to brush the ground with her curly red locks. She was slightly taller than most of the girls her age, but she liked being that way. Most of her friends were boys anyways. She liked swordfighting and conjuring and little mischevious deeds now and then.
     One day, while in the forest with some of her guy friends, a stranger came upon the group, slow at first, and then breaking into a full sprint. He drew a blaster and began to shoot. Not knowing what to expect, Isirie did the most peculiar thing...she sneezed. A sneeze that made the world seem to stop at her feet. She glanced around in pain and noticed that she was a little closer to the ground, but still standing...Not on two feet though, but now on four. She looked at her hand which was now a cat like paw. Her green eyes looked up and was met face to face with the stranger.
   "Well, now, what do we have here?" said the man, he was a Human. God she despised the race. "A little kitten. How quaint.." He picked he up by the scruff of the neck. She looked around quick and noticed that he comrades were laying lifeless on the ground. "Turn Back into that beauty I just saw with these hooligans. C'mon now"
   Isirie let out a "meow" and covered her mouth with a paw. 'What the..' she thought to herself. 'I sound so...small!' The human cast her down and kicked her. She fell just shy of a puddle. Getting up, she glanced at the reflection...She was a KITTEN!! A black Panther Kitten! She let out a small whimper and the human returned. Bound to take out some pent up revenge, she tried to bite him, leaving only a menial mark. He laughed, stuffed her in a knapsack and hauled her away to his ship, laughing the most portliest laugh she ever heard.
  FastForward:
      Isirie is now 120 and has been across the galaxy with the Human now known as George Thorns. He has been a good friend to her, although their past didn't get off on the greatest of feet. Isirie has now grown to accept her changing status and has grown physically to the size of a Mature Panther. She is now able to change on her time and not when she feels a sneeze comming on, but it has known to happen in the worst possible times. George has now decided to sent Isirie on her way to set her own life, plundering, murdering, and sleeping away the days. Proficient in knife skills and a little in shooting due to her several years a "killer Pet" to George, Isirie has used a knife as it was an extention and link to her instincts with her claws. Isirie now travels in her own ship, a 556A GreyWolf, that George has given to her as a present. Equipped with her favorite blades and a trusty blaster, Isirie meanders through the galaxy, trying to find the nearest good food spot.

Items: Spyderco C95 Manix
       Mercworx Sniper
       Corman-Falee Beam Saber
       Rock Island Armory 1911A1
Stasis
Hey Claudius...
You killed my father.
Big mistake.

Dominion Master
9/3/2008 6:22:57 PM

Level: 25
Experience: 65000

Total Posts: 691
RE: Isirie Cloverley

Welcome to Daireem! Smile

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I don't have anything to nitpick. Blink

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