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Io K. 5/28/2008 1:05:55 PM Total Posts: 3	Io Ktrantc Character Name: Io Ktrantc (EYE-0 Kee-tran-tick) Age: 23 Gender: Female Species: Orc Shapeshifter (Orc / Rhino) Description: History: On the moon of com, Tecom, where the most fierce and brutal of warriors and beast of the Daireem galaxy are born, a small band of ferocious natives traveled. Ruled over by the tyrannical warlord of their tribe Lotre Ktrantc, the beastly crew of orc swept from place to place in the dense jungles like a pack of wolves. Ravenously they looked for their next group of quarry to arrive. Running across a more agricultural field they found a hamlet of sorts, this place is where Lotre took his mate.         She was fair by orc standards, nothing of her really stood out to many, her best attribute being the physical. She was strong taller in height than most orc females, this giving her muscle structure an even more domineering appearance. That wasn't all though, this female had spunk and some fire in her. During the raid of her home town she had single-handedly knocked out five of his stronger men before they could subdue her. This female was perfect to bear him a son.          For the first year and a half she was like a caged wild animal, many times thinking she had found an escape, almost killing a few orc in the process. This Lotre let slide for he knew one day with enough talking she would come around. That day came not to long after her last violent offense toward his men. He had many times talked to her, and many times before she had said nothing, only listened. His words to her were sweet and caring through his usual demeanor about everything else was still quite violent. He wanted her, and he knew violence would not win her. Even while he spoke to her though his mind was constantly on their next conquest.           Slowly, bit by bit, she let her guard down, his soft words of promise whittling away at her emotional walls, breaking her into his. It was after this time that the conception of Io was made, and in her mother's womb she did grow healthy and strong all the way to her birth. Sadly, she was born in tragedy, as her mother's life was given in exchange for the fact that Io was a female born. Lotre had a vile custom, if the first born was not a son, then the mother was unfit to bear men and she was killed directly after the birth. The child, now motherless, would grow up influenced only by males for the most part of her life, this way she would be more likely, in Lotre's vision, to bear a male child.            So per Lotre's decree, Io was then raised with as little female influence as possible, giving her just enough of it to ensure her willingness to reproduce come it's time. By the age of 10 Io was able to fight and beat boys 5 years her senior without as much as a sweat. She was still bulky, but her frame of more lean muscles gave her an advantage in speed and agility versus her pumped up older male counterparts. Though finesse wasn't a key strong point to an orc's fighting method, her movements and attacks seemed to give just the slightest shimmer of grace within them. Not even coming close to the fluidity and grace of even a human let alone a Kiefan, but still quite impressive for an orc. Her bulky figure giving no real acceptance for it, but that's the cost of being an orc and she knew no better way. The truth about it, she loves being an Orc, her strength so powerful although not terribly fast, and her endurance was far better than some human.               Early on Lotre found good use for this, by the age of 14 she was on the front lines of his armada. Her strength and agility became better with every fight and her spirit was just like that of her mother's in battle. Everyday as well her father trained her personally, making sure her abilities never stagnated. That was something he felt he could not allow to happen to his newest weapon.             This went on for quite some time, seven years had passed before Io even knew it. Late one night, right after finishing her after battle training, she was exhausted but still awake, so she decided to go out from the camp some ways and relax will a light stroll, not unlike she had done many times before.  No armor or weapons just her and nature. A bone shattering crack smashed into the middle of her spine sending her crashing to the ground in a lump. Fighting off the dazed incapacitation as hard as she could as she laid there stunned, unable to move. She noticed even then what was happening , she could feel the rough itching strands of rope being loop hurriedly and tightly across and around her arms and legs. Before she could wiggle her way free she was caught, the lines pulled tight her arms and legs spread out widely open. A large rough orc's hand rand down her back, flailing around trying to struggle free she screamed, " My father is Lotre Ktrantc, he will kill you for this."             A guttural growling voice came back in a whispered tone right next to her ear, " It is none other than your father. I've come to claim you as mine." A small yet unchecked gasp of fear parted her lips before she could catch it, her mind started to race wondering what exactly he was going to do. "No!" she shrieked as she felt what was about to happen, but it was too late, Lotre had made his mind up about the situation. Her shrilling howls of pain sending a gleeful smirk upon his face, that was until the voice started to change. Her voice started to become deeper than Io normally possessed. After that a rippling of bones bubbled and coursed from underneath her skin. Her arms and legs seemed to start thickening. Her skin too started to change, not only color but it became tougher thicker and more solid. the hair on her head thickened and darkened to a course black mane as her face and head shifted and stretched out longer.            He stopped, backing away from her slightly. "Io..." At the top of her now growing snout a large horn stared spiking out and hooking slightly back toward her at the top as it grew out. He body became massive, loosing any womanly shape until the ropes snapped, one of which tripping her father with the recoil as her frame expanded. Standing on all four tree trunk sized legs, Io reared back giving a ferocious deep roar that emitted from the pit of her throat.           Scurrying to his feet Lotre scrambled for some sort of weapon to fight her with, he had none, the only weapon he had expected to use was the cudgel which her threw at her, that was now behind her massive frame. In horror he watched the beast Io as her darkened eyes narrowed under the lids of a tougher leathery skin. Another roar expelled from her jowls as she charged at him head first. She wasn't but a couple feet away and faster than he was now, her horn rammed in and the up as she dipped her head low and shot the spike directly into her center. Ramming him into a tree for leverage she dug her horn into him until his screaming of pain stopped. His body went limp around her spiked horn, and with one daft motion of her head she flung him off. His body laid  lifeless, still twitching as the last of his nervous system shuts down.            Scared about what happened and how long it would last or if it would even stop, Io scurried away quickly, grabbing in her mouth before she left the crest of her father and the cudgel. Running was all she knew for a couple of hours but she was exhausted and soon her body couldn't handle the stress of it any longer. She felt tired and weighted from this new form, clumsily she found a large enough section of brush to hide under. There she soon found rest and slept there until the dawning of the next morning.             A new day awoke around her, the first beams of sunlight shown softly onto her face from under the shade of the brush. Her head was throbbing, she reached up to and rubbed her forehead. Shocked and she looked down at herself, she became elated at the fact that it wasn't permanent , although now her bareness was showing to all the world...                    She had a vague idea about what had happened the night before, but how , and why, she could not understand yet. The only things she knew for sure were that her father was dead and that she was the one that killed him. For almost 2 years now Io out in the wild jungles of Tecom alone, honing her battle skills, living off the land, and learning to control this new ability of hers before she gets herself killed.   Item(s): Fire forged Mineral Armor          Tattered animal skin wraps (clothing)          A Large Sharpened Stone Sword          A Cudgel (Her fathers)          Her Father's Family crest.
Stasis Hey Claudius... You killed my father. Big mistake. Dominion Master 5/29/2008 8:55:53 PM Level: 25 Experience: 65000 Total Posts: 691	RE: Io Ktrantc Approved!

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