Ayita a vu Shawn et Heidi sortir. Le déjeuner est très probable. Ce n'était pas son moment pour ça, mais plutôt Ayita redoutait la classe qui venait. Mathématiques. C'était assez bon, mais après on pouvait compter et faire le nessecary avec des nombres pourquoi s'embêter avec les formules fantaisistes et autres? Ce n'était tout simplement pas pratique, elle savait avec certitude qu'elle n'en aurait jamais besoin dans le Nord ou où elle allait. Les formules fantaisistes n'avaient pas leur place dans la lutte naturelle pour la survie. En plus il y avait quelque chose qu'elle voulait essayer.
Avec ses ailes, elle s'est jetée par terre dans une glissade. Elle s'est déplacée juste avant de toucher le sol par son sac. Les os audiblement fissurés et soufflés, les déchirures musculaires et les plumes ont été remplacés par des vêtements. Une petite bénédiction qu'elle a été en mesure d'inclure des vêtements comme une « fourrure » pour les humains. Bien qu'elle ait remarqué qu'il a fallu un peu plus de réflexion. Attention de ne pas avoir de contact visuel avec quelqu'un qu'elle a pris dans son sac. Son déplacement n'était ni doux ni joli à regarder. C'était cruel, dérapé et incroyablement désorientant. Elle avait entendu un ou deux murmures que cela rendait les gens timides de le regarder, sa propre mère a condamné son déplacement. Elle ne l'a fait qu'une fois devant la femme.
Sa propre forme humaine était grande pour son jeune âge. Cinq pieds six et toujours en croissance. Ayita pensait qu'elle passerait bien plus de six pieds quand elle a fini. Si elle a fini, elle a réfléchi. Elle était presque sûre que les signes de sortie seraient marqués sur son front tôt ou tard. Ayita pensait qu'elle était plus lourde pour une fille, mais c'était un muscle pur. Quelque chose dont elle aurait besoin pour ce qu'elle allait faire. Elle planta sur ses sandales le meilleur moyen d'aller dans les jardins et de passer plus loin la communauté fermée. Fly serait mieux, mais elle allait se concentrer sur une nouvelle forme et voler a interrompu ses pensées avec le chant du vent et de l'audace. Secouant la tête, des plumes enchevêtrées dans les cheveux sont tombées. Se brosser consciemment plus des ajouts noirs de ses vêtements.
Name: Ayita Everwood
Alias: None
Position: Student, 10
Abilities/powers:
Bestial/Avian Transformation - Ayita can turn into any bird or mammal, but she must have a very detailed knowledge of the behavior and physiology of that creature. It takes her months to years to learn a new form. Though she can shift into a few forms (Fox, Raven, and mouse) in under a minute or two. She cannot understand the animals but through the behaviors she's learned, and her diet must be large to take the amount of calories need to shift.
Excellerated Healing - She heals quickly, which supports the change of form as bones are being broken and reshaped. Skin being torn apart and changed. It's a painful process.
Sex: Female
Age/Date of Birth: 15, October 31 1984
General appearance: Standing 5 foot 6 inches, she's tall and getting taller. Weight a good 167 pounds and all of it muscle. She generally wears jeans with sandals or boots. Keeping her top as a long sleeved shirt of a dull dark color. Generally staying away from bright colors. Lithe in her build, she's a athlete born and bred. With deeply tanned skin, and black hair. The only luxury she allows long and artfully braided to hold the rest of it back.
Additional Appearance/costume:
Personality: "Eat or be eaten." That is the law of nature, and as one who lives so close and as nature. It is a law she obeys. Ayita is a old soul, wanting nothing more than to be away from the noise and formalities of the human race and go back to her wilds of the North. Thus she says little, watching constantly. There isn't a room she goes into that Ayita doesn't look for a exit. She stands alone and has a temper to drive most people away. Accepting no help, and not giving it generally. There are rare occasions when she will offer a hand. Giving a glimpse to the kind soul only animals and birds see. This is more to protect herself and, in her mine, others.
Special Skills: Extensive survival training, hunting as woman or beast, fishing, tanning, whittling (a favored hobby), and general outdoor activities.
Place of birth: Alaska, USA
Weapon(s) of choice: Bow, knife, rifle
Medical information: She's missing the top tip of her left ear.
Brief History: Born in Alaska during Halloween. Her mother was less than please to be left with a child after her brief husband of two years has left and never returned. The marriage had been of convince as Sarah had been with another child. He was born and died in the same winter they married in. It had wounded Sarah and the disappearance of her husband had broken her. Ayita's father had been a native to Alaska, as had her mother. So when she was left alone, Sarah did the best she could. But time wore on and so did the needs of young Akita and her sister. Soon Sarah took to drinking and smoking. Dealing with the stress. This left Ayita and her older sister, if only by a year to her own devices. They wandered the woods young and learned, much of the local wildlife. But it was during this Shelly was killed protecting her younger sister. Sarah was devastated. But time moved on and as Ayita got older, Sarah taught her more of hunting and living off the land. How to protect herself, and how to live in their seaside village. Urging Ayita to do more work about the house, while the mother sat back and drank while watching out the window. Cutting Ayita with comment about how it should have been her who died. Sometimes she would leave this to attempt to cook, and rage at Ayita. Which honed the young girl's temper.
It was during this raging two years past that Ayita shifted into a raven. Her mother terrified, tried to kill her. The girl fled the house and took to living within the forests and sea shore. Here she was forced to hone her power or starve.
She learned to hunt mice as a fox, and scavage from fresh kills as a Raven. To hide as a mouse from people when steal food from them. For a full year she flew and watched a pod of orca, studying them and their dead extensively. Going without sleep and food. Though she knows much about them, she has never taken that form. During that year, she returned home several times. Each time there were a few days of respite before her mother would explode and Ayita would leave. After the first year, she was spending a few weeks before the fights came up again. But upon her latest return her mother delivered a message. She would either attend a school, or go into a mental ward. The village was very much wary of the stranger with strange powers and while her mother held a shield between Ayita and the hatred it was not going to last. They both knew it and Sarah saw a way to get rid of the last reminded of her traitor husband. Ayita bitterly, left. Her mother stating that she was no daughter of hers and nothing but a monster who would only harm someone.
Relatives:
Sarah Everwood: Mother, living
Liam Everwood: Brother, deceased
Jean Everwood: Father, unknown
Shelly Everwood: Half-sister, deceased