Rings of Honor

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Junior Adventurer

Username:

Zofie Kaminsky

Groups:

Registered users

Character:

Zofie Asenath Kaminsky

Character Race:

Cavalier

Gender:

Of the feminine persuasion

Location:

Hole-in-the-wall eateries, Shinebox Studios, New Haven, Seaside.

Character Portrait:

Profession:

Animator

Appearance:

Zofie spoke like a pixie raised in the American South and given the vocabulary of a cantankerous old college professor, though her accent tended to wane, if slightly, when among friends and confidantes. Her hair ran long, thick, and in a jarring shade of hot pink, reaching the middle of her thighs when left down, yet most often she kept it bound in various braids, buns and pigtails to keep it manageable. Its color seemed even more glaring next to her naturally bronzed skin, the contrast rivaled only by eyes of a harsh blue, reminiscent of a computer error screen, which she offset with eccentric frames to her glasses. Her nose ran at a straight angle, home to a single piercing in the left nostril above lips that ran expressive, if a mite slim. Her cheeks dimpled equally between smiles and grimaces; while the former showed itself most often, the latter expression fit her true character far better.

Her body was, at first glance, sculpted for motion through practice and seasoned quite noticeably with the curvature of femininity through genetics' blessing. However, the touch of her flesh was an unmistakably alien thing, her skin itself smooth and firm save for the odd grit of her palms and soles. Her movements seemed almost too smooth, too balanced, betraying some inhuman internal gyro determined to keep her properly oriented. The one mark of her body's placement out of the Uncanny Valley and into the downright Unnatural came from the ghostly blue flicker of a hexagonal lattice beneath it whenever an impact strong enough met her resilient flesh.

Zofie's tastes in clothing ran eccentric, her arms most often bare, if not much of her torso, while loose, cropped pants left her legs free to move and ankles unhindered in articulation. Her feet she left unshod, save for the occasional barefoot sandal to give the half-hearted illusion of shoes when needed; it was not the quirk of the carefree, but rather the mark of the cautious, seeking no barrier between her senses and what often lurked unseen. Somewhere on her person, be it etched in her jewelry, hidden beneath the glittery paint of her nails or on a charm dangling from her phone, she carried the hamsa, a hand with an eye at its center, as a ward against the evil eye.

Skills:

Zofie's given career is that of a 3-D animator in the truest sense, creating physical models and sets in miniature to ply her craft. While well-versed in the traditional materials used for her trade, her resourcefulness in using melted plastics, bone, and other sorts of reclaimed junk to great effect has earned her something of a reputation in RhyDin's small, yet active film community. While capable of doing subdued, silly, aesthetically-pleasing work, her talents shine when her creativity is left to its own dark devices, combining the numinous, the savage, the erotic and grotesque in equal measure. Most of her film work seems to find a cringe-inducing charm to it, yet every so often she puts out some awkward, obtuse piece that makes it glaringly obvious that she was working out some issues while creating it.

Part of what permits Zofie's eccentric wardrobe choices can be found in some measure of resilience and strength within her condition, letting her walk over broken glass with hardly a cut as easily as enduring a mild winter's night in but a tank top and shorts. In spite of her poise and grace, both natural through a decade of gymnastics in her formative years and artificial by way of her augmentation, her fortitude aids her most often when her poor eyesight misjudges distances between the long jumps and leaps she often utilizes to navigate the city.

On occasion, what could pass equally as psychokinesis or poltergeist activity follows her actions. Unlocked doors open seemingly of their own accord as she nears them, and small items such as pens, beer bottles and other bric-a-brac fly into her waiting hand. Her jumps seem to go a bit farther, and her falls seem to go a bit slower than those fully at the mercy of conventional physics, to say nothing of her penchant for crawling walls during urban exploration jaunts and riding atop moving vehicles.

Zofie's extraordinary abilities have their price, paid for by a daunting appetite. Her teeth can bite through steel and her stomach something not unlike the heart of a tiny star, breaking down metal, stone, wood and conventional food alike. It is perhaps a cruel joke or a small blessing that while capable of ingesting substances that would render the average human dead in a moment, she's still affected by most mood-altering substances.

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