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Name: Eira Rustic
Age: 25
Sexuality: Straight
Status: Known Shifter
Animal: Snow Leopard
Job: Fashion Designer
Bio: In a city where the hierarchy consists of humans and the known shifters are slaves or pets there was a time when there were shifters who were once civilians. The first changes began when a rebellion broke out, some unknown shifters beheaded three high ranking hierarchy members during an annual ball hosed by the family. As the heads were dropped amongst the crowd it caused panic as screams filled the air. The panic turned to chaos as humans and known shifters alike fled from the mansion as gunfire rang out. That was not the only event that took place, within the next week the rebellion caused several more uprisings. It caused the humans to fear the shifters and their abilities. They started enforcing curfews on the known shifters, taking away their rights and jobs. The humans were no longer friends with the shifters.
One evening while all that occurred a known female shifter gave birth to a charming baby girl with her human mate at her side. You see, not all the humans agreed with what was going on. The baby had soft white hair with a fair complexion, it was the eyes however that drew the most attention. Beautiful blue eyes that reminded one of a light dust of snow on a frozen body of water. It was the combination of her hair and eyes that got her the name Eira, as it literally translates to snow. Afraid their child would get taken away, the couple hid her from the hierarchy and Hunter's Association who were taking children for either lab experiments, to be shifter soldiers, or to become exotic pets sought out by the wealthier class. All to which were enslaved to the hierarchy with special collars. Eira was isolated, confined to her house with little to no interaction with the outside world. Her parents were always telling her it was because she was special, at the time she was too young to understand let alone know any better.
At the age of six Eira shifted for the first time, her parents had come home to find her lying on the floor retching in pain. Slowly, digit by digit, her body contorted as her bones shifted and muscles convulsed while increasing in size. Eira's hair grew, wrapping around her body while black leopard print were dotted all over it. Her hair was now soft fur that blanketed her entire being. The screams of pain turned to a low rumbling growl as her vocals changed to accommodate her form. When the transformation was complete, Eira lay there panting and trembling in the form of a beautifully majestic snow leopard. Throughout the process her father had done his best to restrain her from thrashing as well as muffle her screams, he acquired several claw marks in the process. her parents had known it wouldn't be easy if Eira was a shifter like her mother, they learned to manage and with each shift while Eira was growing up it became a little easier.
By the age of twelve she had shifted several more times, mostly when she was angry that she couldn't go outside, or scared from hearing a loud sound outside. Eira had grown prettier as the years passed, her hair fell to just above her hips and those eyes of hers stood out so brightly. Her mother always said that her eyes were her best feature, she just never believed it, then again that was because they didn't have a mirror at her height until she grew taller and could actually see for herself. Her parents had never picked her up to show her either, they would tell her she would see when she was ready. In their own way they were teaching her about vanity and to be independent.
When Eira reached the age of eighteen she had reached maturity, her cells slowed down the aging process. She had to learn a number of things to keep herself occupied such as how to dance, sing, draw, paint, cook bake, and even sew. What she wasn't expecting was her first heat cycle. Eira's mother spotted the first signs through her body language. Her father was forced to shackle her to the wall in her bedroom for the duration of the cycle. It was like torture with hot flashes and to think this happened twice a year. Everything had settled down and went back to normal, then it happened; the Hunter's Association had arrived in this section of the city to investigate some commotions from the unknowns. Eira's parents hadn't come home from work yet. She wound up crouched in a corner with her hands over her ears when the fighting broke out nearby. She wasn't sure how long it lasted but it finally passed.
One day turned into two as Eira waited but her parents never returned, they had been unfortunate to have been caught in the crossfire. Gathering up enough courage, Eira went out to look for them but because she was so unfamiliar with the streets she wound up getting lost. Panic started to sink in as she stumbled through the streets disoriented. Her final trigger was pulled when she bumped into a patrol, throwing her into a panic stricken defensive mode. She shifted right before the man's eyes and as instinct kicked in she lashed out at him. Being untrained however Eira was quickly subdued and taken before the Hierarchy. She was beaten for her actions then questioned, they came to the conclusion that it was not her fault for being an unknown but that of her deceased parents. She was documented as a known before sent off to the House of M for training that was more intense than anything she had experienced while growing up.
Eira was twenty three years old when she finally got far away from the city she grew up in and the hierarchy that had forced her into learning the ways of being a pet. It had all happened so fast, the unknown had broken into the House of M and the slave quarters. Using some device they had invented, they deactivated the collars around the necks of the two be owned or in training shifters just long enough to take them off. The shifters that managed to escape either joined the unknown forces or fled to remote locations after getting the tracker I.D. chips removed. Those who were not able to escape and had been caught were more than likely killed. Eira was lucky to be alive and free now living her own life though very cautiously.
Personality: Eira is a very shy person, it takes her a while to open up and talk to someone. This is probably because she was isolated for most of her life. She is very good at following orders though, she feels it gives her some kind of structure in her life. Eira tends to keep to herself, when she has something important to say she will say it. She hasn't quite gotten the concept of the term "chit-chat" or "friendly conversation," then again she hasn't made any friends yet. She tries to listen and learn but shoes, hair products, and cosmetics have just never seemed to fascinate her. Maybe she shouldn't listen to the gossip of the girly girls though. Now if a topic was brought up that fascinates her then wonders can happen. Eira does have her moments where she can be spontaneous and unpredictable, but never in a bad way unless she panics or feels threatened. Maybe once she finds the right person or people they will be able to get her to open up or give her another sense of structure, if they can pry her away from sketching clothing designs in her sketchbook when she goes out to social places that is...
Abilities: In human form her only abilities are those of which she has learned, more like talents and hobbies really as they consist of drawing, sketching,painting, singing, dancing, sewing, embroidery, and designing and creating clothing. They aren't much but at least they are something. In snow leopard form she has a heightened sense of smell and hearing. She can see at night and has cat like reflexes (no cats do not always land on their feet). She is very good at prowling around. With time and practice she could probably tap into her abilities as a snow leopard while in human form.
Friends: Those who are kind and manage to get Eira to open up. She will avoid fake people and choose cautiously the people to surround herself with. As long as they don't scare her or cause her to question their motives she might let them get somewhat close.
Enemies: People who start rebellions as they caused her parents to get killed. The Hierarchy, the Hunter's Association, and House of M. Anyone who lacks the level of intelligence to have a decent conversation. Anyone who tries to bring harm upon herself and those she cares about.
Love: Eira has only ever loved her parents who tried to protect her so she is new to that subject. She will have to study up on it and come back with an answer later. Take care now, bye-bye then.
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