Name: Myrine Sinope
Age: Female
Gender: Unclear but looks to be either in late teens or early twenties
Race: Tepeyollotl, Aztec God for Jaguar’s, descendent.
Sexuality: Unclear as well.
Collars: Black ► Untrained, Disobedient((Because she had never had a master before))
Dark Blue ► Mysterious ((Because she not talk and is rather aloof.))
Pink ► -- Innocent because she is still a virgin.
Goldenrod ► Strange, odd, weird (( once again because she won’t or rather can’t communicate.))
Charms: ♦ ~ Rare
‼ ~ Trophy Slave, Good for playing dress up or showing off
Fang ~ Has Rare Blood, Blood Slave
Moon ~ Creature of the Night
Floor: Third floor, though if she has once more violent out burst against the guards during bath time she will get the crimson Collar and head up to the forth floor. Its not her fault she doesn‘t know what they are trying to do.
Biography: Myrine spent most of her life in the deep jungle. Her pack was a rarity brought together because of their connection to Tepeyollotl. They called him the Father, in a language only “big” felines and some small felines could understand. They lived and hunted in peace in quiet. It was a hundred years or more between sightings of the pack or its members. Sure there were legend of her ‘tribe’ as they were sometimes called. Most of them included the tails of how when the time for a young males or females to start breeding. For that first full moon they turn human and are forced to fend for themselves. This myth or folk tale is true. But the young adults are more sent out for their own protection rather than to see who is weak.
Of course people were curious about this group of recluse creatures. Many slavers swore that they would come back with a youth recently changed. They all came back empty handed or not at all. Until the night a young female was cast out from the group for her time to change. The slavers were just setting up camp for the night when they heard a large roar. Scared they all grabbed for their guns. The man that was their tour guide started spurting out words that they were too far in the pack‘s lands. That they were all going to fall pray to their hunger for man‘s flesh. ((Which any true descendent of Tepeyollotl would agree wasn’t as tasty as human’s like to think they were.)) The slavers started to get excited and started shouting about how they were going to get the hole lot of them.
The female, whose true name is hard for any human or now feline to pronounce, was in agony and was the one making all the noise. Her body was changing. It was a painful experience. Sure if the tribe really wanted to they could change back and forth after their first mating seasons but it wasn’t done due to the pain that was involved and the others would probably attack who ever changed. It was against the rules they lived by and they only changed after that first time if it was necessary((IE: seeing what near by loggers were up to so they could plan there migrations accordingly)). She was in mid change when then slavers came upon her. They were all shocked. None of them really thought the old guides stories were actually true. In fact they were sure they would come back empty handed. They watched as she changed.
The female growled and hissed as her body transformed to that of a humans. After it was all said and done she passed form the pain. The slavers took that opportunity to collar her and place a chip that wouldn’t allow her to change back. It was far to late when the female awoke, slang over the shoulder of one of the larger slavers. Letting out a loud his she tried to bit the man’s shoulder and slash the man’s stomach and back with both her feet and hands. It did nothing she didn’t taste the blood that usually pored in her mouth when she did such a hard bit. It only caused the man to growl and once they stopped for a rest tie her hand and feet together. She tried fighting them and even running away but the strange new limbs limited her usual actions. Plus they injected her with some sort of liquid she didn’t recognize. All she knew when she woke that she was on her way to some place she didn’t know with people that both frightened her and angered her.
Myrine doesn’t speak English or any other language that is recognizable. She will have to be taught and treated with a kind hand if one wants her to be kind and docile. If a master is cruel and mean to her she will fight for her life as she assumes she must. She has only been in the systems a few weeks. And has learned only a couple comands and words. She would do well to have a master that was willing to break her then bring her back up again.
Master: Her only wish is to go home.
