ABITAL, Bryer L

[TABZ]

yo you sexy admins my name is TABZ -- BANHAMMER. i've been rockin' it in the roleplay world for SINCE THE BEGINNING, which doesn't compare to the 22 years i've been livin'. you know i would love to get LOST with NO ONE cause they're just as rad as i am.

Bryer Lynn Abital

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FULL NAME: Bryer Lynn Abital
NICKNAMES: Bry.
AGE: Twenty-three
SEXUALITY: Pan-sexual
MEMBERGROUP: Genetically Mutated
ABILITY: Bone Spike Protrusion

FACIAL: She has a sharp face, feminine features streamlined and precise. Pale skin covers bone structure while deep chocolate auburn locks frame facade, her eyes peering out a stunning blue reminding one of angry rivers' depths.

BODY: Petite beyond measure with curves that could kill, Bryer stands a mere 5'3 and weighing in at barely 123 lbs.

DEFINING CHARACTERISTICS:

• Tattoos: This girl's pale canvas of a skin is beyond covered in tattoos. Ink settling along skin covers both arms in full sleeves and spreading along back only to curl forward bursting along hips, chest and creeping along the back of her neck. Imagery flows bright and vivid while not one exact theme can be placed.
  
• Piercings: The only piercing she has is a hoop looping through right nostril.
  
• Other: Small pearlized scars trail down her spine, shoulders, arms, and calves due to her ability. Feathers are usually entwined within her hair of assorted colors and types and to go along with such carefree style her face is usually always decorated in some sort of "war paint" usually cutting across face or fanning over cheeks.
  

FACE CLAIM: Lexus Amanda

LIKES:

• Freedom.
  
• Plotting against the Arcane.
  
• Adventure / Danger.
  
• Manipulating other.
  
• Her mutated genes.
  

HATES:

• The Arcane.
  
• Open areas.
  
• Ignorance.
  
• Corruption.
  
• Feeling trapped.
  

STRENGTHS:

• Controlling herself.
  
• Manipulating others.
  
• Sneaking around unnoticed.
  
• Using her Genetic mutation.
  
• Being calm.
  

WEAKNESSES:

• Her size.
  
• Attractive personalities.
  
• Talking about the past.
  
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GOALS: Her goal in life is to over turn the Arcane officials and end all the war going on... while taking a few heads in the process.

FEARS:

• Dying
  
• Being medically researched
  
• The true end of the world.
  

BEST MEMORY: Best Memory has not happened, the world just starting to rebuild and so much war there is no "best" written within those lines when you constantly fear for your life.
WORST MEMORY: Worst memory has to be watching her family get slaughtered before her, till this day it still haunts her dreams and wakened hours. She can't get away from the images blipping within her mind.

PERSONALITY: Bryer is like a burning flame, something vibrant, full of life and entrancing but at the same time she deadly as can be. A wildfire of sorts. She has a cool and clock work like mind that is constantly judging with precision, her past has set her on a path of rage and retribution for what has been done to her. Her whole motivation in life is to take out the Arcane, allowing nothing to get in the way or stop her unless it is death and death alone.

She isn't exactly the most fun-loving girl out there, she is more withdrawn and untrusting of everyone she crosses. Only a few will get under her skin to cause her to loosen up and show the true colors and love and caring she buries deep in heart behind thick walls and barbed wire. Before anyone gets there though they will receive her quick wit and acid lined tongue ready to strike like a cobra. being a Pan-sexual though she is attracted to personalities and not looks, sex, or race. Those personalities she sees as attractive will have a quicker way into her heart but if burned she will go out on pursuit to burn you twice as hard if not kill you.

Quick of temper, a wildcat. She is not above fighting with anyone, a good scrap, a few punches and bloodied lips make her day. Your average tomboy packed into a rugged porcelain doll package.

If she sees some sort of use from you she will pull strings and try and manipulate you any way possible until she gets what she wants. Teasing, prodding, or giving false ideas. In some manners though she is ghost like, having adventure lurking within blood she hardly is ever seen for long if at all. She's constantly on the move and roaming. She is proud of being a genetically mutated being, no shame lurks in her at the least. She will willingly use her "powers" just to scare some one even be it your every day human. She flaunts it like a badge of honor.

There are no real words to sum her up, she is too intricate of a patterning to even put in t nutshell. Personality is a flawed perfection, like shards of stained glass spread over a floor. The only real way to even try and get a hold on her is spending undivided time with her.

MOTHER'S NAME & AGE: Corrine -- 46 -- Deceased
FATHER'S NAME & AGE: Xander -- 53 -- Deceased
SIBLINGS: ADOPTED: Beatrice -- Deceased
CHILDREN: --
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: --

HISTORY:

Bryer like most grew up during hard times, nothing but hatred and unknowing in a shattered world. She had two loving parents though who were a glorious pair that worked together, if you didn't have one you just couldn't see the other existing. They resided in Arizona when Bryer was brought into the world, a rather stressing but glorious gift! They loved her unconditionally and once she was a few months old and her mother felt well enough after complications in the birthing process her parents decided to make a move for a place that was rebuilding, a grand picture known as the Arcane basing itself within NYC and surrounding area.

It all seemed to good to be true so they made quick work of it, taking supplies and an abandoned vehicle they had rummaged up and settling into the road trip to a better life... or so they thought.

Life itself seemed to want to prevent them from going there for within a week car broke down and they found themselves in a settlement of people trying to survive. Bryer's father, Xander, was a doctor so they stayed there for years making a sort of living all the while they yearned to continue on with journey to a place where government was advertising daily of the high life, a normal life. Soon enough within five years an illness broke over the settlement and began wiping out everything within it's path to the extent that Xander was of no help what so ever and for the safety of his family they acquired new transportation and took off like bats out of hell towards NY once more with a passenger in tow, a teenage girl named Beatrice who helped look after Bryer.

While residing in area they had caught wind of some of the happenings taking place within the Arcane such as the murder of mutants but they themselves had showed no signs of it and figured it was still best, their baby girl needed a good home with stability that this outside world could not provide. Bryer and Beatrice both deserved the best.

Once upon getting near more stories lurked to their ears causing a little uneasiness about the new government. Arrival day came Bryer's parents told Beatrice to drop inside a building just beyond the gates and keep Bryer until they made sure things were ok. With that Beatrice did as told and hunkered down, peering out dusty window with young Bry beside her waving at parents and giddily babbling away about nothing.

That's when horror struck the two of them, Bry's good-hearted parents chatted with guards all smiles and cheer while scanners were pulled out and blood was drawn to test their genetic make up. Constant conversation was kept up drifting to younger children in hiding, while they waited out the results. Five minutes passed then reality crashed in. Guns were drawn and both her parents were slain right there in the roadway. Beatrice made quick work of slapping a hand over Bryer's mouth before earth quaking scream could even bubble from throat as eyes widened and locked on the pile of her parents bodies left bleeding in the dirt.

Hushed tones and soothing hands ushered Bryer beneath loose floor boards into a makeshift crawl space while Beatrice Kept watch faithfully while in her absence of the window guards had moved bodies to the side in a ditch and were making way towards car. They did an extensive search pulling any needed supplies out and finding the evidence of a child right there. That's when the hunt began. They called for back up and soon enough over fifteen guards were sweeping outward buildings in search of any sort of life that should not be there. Being young and scared Beatrice made a bolt for it, flying out a back window and careening back towards out lands and safety. Guards spotted her immediately and dropped her with a bullet with no tests being needed figuring she was the child they were looking for and the spawn of the two they had just put out of their misery.

That left Bryer alone and sobbing under floor boards until the cloak of night drowned everything out and exhaustion swept her into another world for a few hours. The sounds of snuffling and movement above awoke her how over as she starred up from cracks in the fetal position, mouth to dry to even attempt a scream while boards peeled back sending moonlight flickering over her lone figure.

A man stood their smiling, hands reaching out to pick her up deep voice soothing out words to try and wipe the scared look from her face, cradling her into chest while a wolf sat eagerly at his heals with concerned expression. She had been saved. She found her self in the hands of the mutated, and she lived with them till flourishing her own abilities that bloomed upon the tender age of nine while she was toiling with wolf figure known as Brandon and spikes erupted from skin when he nipped her a little to hard. HE flew like a banshee yelping while she just screamed in bloody agony. Parents genetics had trickled down and manifested in herself, giving her the ability to send spikes of bone sheering through skin like blades.

Brandon steered clear from her from then on, in wolf form and human while the man that had picked her up, Jace, helped he deal with such profound abilities.

Life moved on, years passed and spikes erupting from skin no longer hurt and once the age of eighteen hit she moved on by herself. It had been only her and Jace by then as Brandon had found himself too close to the Arcane and had been captured and killed. The amount in life this happened to the genetically mutated it no longer hurt as much and Jace knew she would need solitude eventually. As a trio, then a duo, they had moved constantly but with her life goals and blood stained motivation he saw the day coming where she left his side for dirtier work.

So now she finds herself roaming, in search of the rebellion forming on the winds and looking for some sort of way to get pay back on the Arcane.

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