Ginger

From Final Kingdom MUSH
Revision as of 17:02, 7 December 2013 by Megkitty87 (Talk | contribs)

(diff) ← Older revision | Latest revision (diff) | Newer revision → (diff)
Jump to: navigation, search
Ginger
Appearance
Age 22
Species Werewolf (or varg)
Sex Female
Height 6'5"
Weight .....
Background
Series Final Fantasy 6
Combat Styles Thief
Hometown Unknown
Group The Returners
Occupation/Job Rogue
Force: Forces of Restoration
Quote
I hate clothes, I hate chains, I hate restraints… I hate being controlled. I will never be controlled again!
Recent Events
Seeking The Returners that remain.

Appearance

To be described...

Personality

Having been a slave crown victim since a young age, Ginger is still recovering psychologically, and thus her true personality is a bit stifled. She initially presents as being unusually aggressive for a werewolf from her world – those that have actually met them would note that they run more towards kind or even timid natures – and is particularly defensive over food, resulting in her preferring to sit on the floor to eat instead of at the table. She feels stifled in normal amounts of clothing, becoming increasingly cranky the longer she wears it, and thus tends to wear only the barest essentials for decency when not wearing her armor. In fact she tends to strip out of her armor once she reaches a place deemed to be safe – the increased aggression is only useful in battle – causing a spectacle for any males in the vicinity.

At heart, she wishes to fight not only for her own freedom and safety, but for the freedom and safety of others, which was why she’d stayed on with the Returners instead of running off into the forest. Their creed resonates with her soul, and she’ll do anything to keep those she cares about and those that can’t defend themselves from being subjugated by those that would seek to stamp them under their heel by force. She actually has very little respect for authority because of this – not that she goes out of her way to break rules (except perhaps dress codes), but she merely holds them in no higher regard than anyone else, the only difference being dependent upon how they treated her. She is especially fond of children, devolving shamelessly into more doggish behavior since she knew it amused her smallest friend from before the fall of her world. She’ll even play fetch, or catch Frisbees and balls in her mouth, which most canine humanoids would find absolutely insulting. As she has almost no sense for embarrassment, or societal norms in general, she pays it no mind at all.

History

Designated Subject #3107 by the Gestahlian Empire, she was one of the last test subjects in the development of the slave crown. She does not remember her actions during her control, nor does she remember who she was before, but she is fortunate to have lost her memory instead of her life. Regardless, as a surviving test subject, she was wielded as a weapon, sent to take out anything that was seen as a threat to the Empire. One day, under mysterious circumstances during a mission, her slave crown broke. Thinking she would remember their abuse of her and attack, the Imperial soldiers sent with her took a preemptive strike, but she fought back and managed to kill several of them before fleeing into the woods. Frightened and with no memory, she retreated into the wilds of the world, living as an animal for years.

On one fateful day, she was caught in a bear-trap, and was found by the huntsman who had set them. He was a Returner hiding in the mountains with his family and some fellow Returners, and despite her ferocious behavior recognized her at once as a sentient being and brought her home. There, her wounds were treated by the field medic of the group, and she was given food and water. Still suspicious of them, she had a tendency of trying to escape their hideaway even before her wounds had fully healed, unintentionally extending her healing time.

For all that she had bitten and scratched them, she did have to wonder why they were keeping her alive, and in fact a lot of the other Returners had this same question (although she would not realize this until later). The huntsman and field medic ascertained that she was likely a victim of the Empire somehow – either orphaned at a very young age or suffering some mental trauma that had turned her savage – and that as Returners fighting against the injustices of the Empire it was their solemn duty to help her. At this point, the huntsman’s young daughter proclaimed that their guest needed a name – at least so that the men didn’t default to calling her ‘the dog’ or a certain other, less tasteful word – and thereupon the little girl decreed that the werewolf would henceforth be called ‘Ginger’ until they could find out her real name.

So the Returners kept Ginger until she was fully healed, teaching her to speak simple phrases all the while, and then she took advantage of a lapse in the guards’ attention and ran out the door. She spent a few days in the surrounding woods, but oddly found herself gravitating back towards the large log cabin they were staying in, eating the food the little girl left out for her every night in the hopes that she would return. One night, the little girl was sitting outside waiting for Ginger, crooning some song into the starlit sky. Approaching the girl, very hesitantly, Ginger inquired in a grammatically primitive manner as to why the girl was waiting for her. The girl simply replied, “Because I love you. And we all need to help each other anyway, right?”

“…Love?” Ginger had asked, head cocked to one side in partial confusion and partial fear at the stab of endearment that had lanced through her at the sound of the familiar yet unfamiliar word.

“Oh yeah, it’s when you care about someone a lot!” the girl had cheerfully explained, completely oblivious to her friend’s stricken state. “Seriously, no one’s taught you that word yet? It’s the most important one there is!”

After that, Ginger remained on with the Returners, learning more about language and about them. They were part of an organization of freedom fighters, established to throw off the Empire and return power to the people. After her experience with the slave crown – which, after recounting her earliest memories to the huntsman and doctor, they told her she was subjected to – she wanted to help others avoid the same fate. As time carried on, they taught her to first defend herself, then how to fight, finding she had a greater talent with close combat and knives. She and the girl often played together, finding kinship in one another’s company, to the simultaneous elation and grief of the girl’s father. He prayed their happiness would simply last forever, even if he knew it likely would not.

Those prayers went unanswered - the Empire had found them, and lay siege to the large log cabin in which they were staying. Through a series of underground tunnels, Ginger, the huntsman’s wife and daughter, as well as half of the Returners staying there were able to flee into the woods, but the rest were slain covering their escape. As they fled, a squadron from the Empire found them and attacked, scattering them such that Ginger was separated from everyone else. She was trying to find her way to their rendezvous point when the world fell to darkness, and at present is trying to find any remnants of The Returners, hoping to find any remaining members of her ‘family’.

Logs

No logs submitted yet.

Cutscenes

No logs submitted yet.