name: Mink Wulver
clothes: strong, kevlar grey pants hug her legs and onyx snow boots adorn her feet. An infinity scarf of thin, lightweight fabric is wrapped around her throat, colored a gunmetal silver and a dog choke collar peeking from underneath. a white, relatively shredded tank top clings to the slight dip of her waist and the pleasing swell of her chest, curved to proudly show the spots of her virtiligo marring her skin. a grey cloak rests atop her shoulders, fringed where it scrapes the ground and littered with tiny holes and large gashes of the past, the hood hovering before her eyes as the body of it swathes around her. Arm warmers run atop her forearms, obsidian in color as they fade up into the short sleeves of the cloak.

[u]Height, 5' 6" | Weight, 167lbs | Lean and muscled, sturdy and capable | Skin a shade lighter than cinnamon, painted piebald with white splatters-- Result of genetic vitiligo |

Wears a dog choker collar and an earring that dangles with bits of wire-wrapped crystals; possessive of them | Littered with scars specifically on her arms, shoulders, and legs-- knife scar running from the right eyebrow through the left corner of her lips.

Single | Suffers from Paranoid Personality Disorder | PTSD | Family is Dead | From the same mountain as Flintlock Lodge


past: Mink was discovered, rather than born. She was found in the rear end of an orphanage that spat her out from its doors as soon as the first parents walked through the doors. She considers herself lucky, regardless. She drew the long stick and was adopted into a wealthy family away from the mountain orphanage. All she knows about her parental family is that her mother tried to abort her to no avail; and her skin, marred with the pale splotches of vertiligo are proof of her mother's hatred. She lived with her mother for four years, and is tight-lipped about anything that went on during that time.

In the adoptive family, whose family name were the Threshers, she lived a relatively good life. The parents were kind even though she was more of a friend/servant to the family rather than an actual daughter, and received a formal education that she excelled in. Cavalio came quickly into her early life; a gift from the Threshers as a congratulations for excelling in her studies. As a result, there's really no horse she can't ride; Cavalio was a stubborn, bullheaded horse until she showed him that she was even more so. Time passed and at age five came two blessings; a stray she discovered on the streets, now named Howl, and someone precious.

A little girl by the name Crow.

She was another adoptive by the couple, soot-haired and solemn. Unable to adjust to the family's genetic children, she was ushered off to Mink. They got along well. Mink had family, but she felt distant. She craved a close connection, and Crow provided that. They understood each other well, being from the same snowy mountain with their silence being companiable. The family, Christians, imparted their religion onto the two, and the Lord and eachother became their entire world.

But that world came crashing down when The Sickness came. It took the Threshers. It took the servants. It took their minds. It took Crow.

It bit, but it didn't take her.

abilities: her body is sturdy, but it's got its own complications. As a result from veritiligo, long exposure to sun and hot weather tends to sap a lot out of her. She's very strong, able to lift her own weight and a third in pounds, but a strong male opponent would beat her in that regard. She's built for survival, not exactly combat. Water and vitamins can be abstained from for days at times (max 2 1/2 without water), and her speed and stamina are nothing at all to scoff at. Ambidextrous though preferring her right hand, she's surprisingly flexible, but anything like the splits murder her.

talents: horseback riding and dogs come naturally to her from living in the mines. She's a sharpshooter with a gun, and somewhat decent with a bow. Wrist reaper blades are her specialty, while swords are too awkward for her, though daggers are a go-to. She's very talented in running in forests and through snow and the dark. Not very combat-oriented, but enough to hold her own. Academically and survival oriented.

birth date: [i] 1.29
zodiac sign: aquarius
chinese zodiac: the year of the sheep
religion: Christianity


Dirty Fighter | Wary of Knives | Clever and Quick-footed fighter, focused on evasion and attack | A 'Die Trying' Battler, will have to chop her head off to kill her (or make an insta-kill blow) | Will avoid fighting, but is capable and expecting | Merciful, but doesn't hold back | Appears to be 20 Years Old | Berserker

SOCIAL: mistrusting, cold
ROMANCE: capable, wary
FRIENDSHIPS: prefers the term 'allies,' none so far considered a friend.

RELATIONS:

J: hostile relationship, does not like him at all.
Sheogorath: tentative, undecided.
Skoll: tentative, undecided.
Andor: views him as a potential ally

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic [i]Neutral/Good--leans towards good.
MBTI: INTP[i]
MBTI TRAITS: [i] 85% INTROVERTED | 56% INTUITIVE | 51% THINKING | 57% PROSPECTING | 53% ASSERTIVE

"if you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. if it bites you and you die, then it's venomous. if it bites you and you wish you died, then it's Mink."