Quote: "..shut up and get behind me."

Player: Ryoko Divine / Ryoko

Character Name: Fawkes "Wheels" Wheeler

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Species: 3/4 Three-Banded Armadillo 1/4 Armadillo Lizard

Height/Weight: 5'10'', 180lbs

Social Status: Outer Class

Physical Description: Fawkes's status as an armadillo is without question. She is possessed of a tough, tanned hide, her limbs covered in smooth scales, overlapped by the trademark dark brown banded plating of her species, covering her shoulders and outer hips and running down the length of her arms and legs with only brief platelessness at her joints for mobility. A similar stretch of this banded plating extends from her nose, all the way over her head and down her neck, then expands to cover her back in flexible shells. The only real hints of her part reptilian mother is found upon those plates, where lighter shaded sharp barbs protrude from the edges and corners, and in the longer-and-thicker-than-normal flexibly plated tail swaying faintly behind her.

While Fawkes is not a wholly unattractive female, still possessed of a fairly feminine figure overall, she is not what normal standards would consider the epitome of appeal. Both the extra weight of her shell and the need for physical fitness in the Undercity have prompted her body to pack on a few pounds of rather visible muscle. This is most obvious in her strong legs (great for leaps and short sprints), but mirrored to lesser degrees in her rounded arms and softly defined abdominal muscles. Her breasts are of quite average proportions, if not slightly small.

The armadillo's eyes are perhaps her favorite feature, sparkling a pleasant, soft emerald green. She also boasts a surprisingly friendly smile when she chooses to show it, her teeth rather well kept, especially in comparison to her sometimes dusty body, lacking consistent access to running water. A thick mohawk of wiry hairs, naturally brown but dyed to a stark red, rises from under the plating upon her head. She dresses in a 'local tough' style, loose shirts and pants, and an occasional leather jacket when she can find one.. Typically her barbs quickly tear through and protrude from everything she wears though, forcing her through outfits quickly.

Background: Born to a rare pair of parents, her mother having been a hybrid of armadillo and armadillo lizard, her father a pure armadillo, Fawkes was the recipient of much tough love. Though her parents wanted a better life for her than they had, even giving her a name which seemed intelligent in the hopes she would receive a decent education, they had too many problems of their own to provide it. One of the biggest of which: they lived in the Undercity, fortunate enough only to have live in a slightly less crowded slum.

Her father was a repeated drug addict and a terrible drunk, falling back into the habits repeatedly. Unemployed, and perhaps unfit for respectable employment, he resorted to dealing mind-killing substances himself to keep his addictions afloat. Her mother was a chronic gambler, frequently losing huge sums of money to bad bets at probably-rigged games of chance. With an underpaying job at a local dive, she fetched the money to support her problem, and to a lesser extent her family, from the pockets of others by begging and stealing. Thus the family lived in poverty.

If there was a silver lining in all this, it is that her parents, despite all their problems, still cared for her enough to teach her how to learn and fight for herself. She became good at scrapping actually, earning the nickname "Wheels" for her developed tumbling, rolling techniques. But more importantly, taken from their own seedy experiences, she learned how to improvise, both in fights and out. Though Fawkes was unable to receive much formal learning from books, she proved to be a rather clever little girl, displaying an affinity for producing works of art or genuinely useful things out of otherwise worthless and abundant garbage or junk.

Still.. her later development was inevitable. What else could a child grow up to be but a thug with thugs for parents and little knowledge of how else to be? Though her father's example steered her clear of drugs, she could not resist the urge to gamble.. Inspired by a bottle of alcohol in her system and pressured encouragement, just once, she bet more than she had and wound up deeply in debt to a local underlord. He was quick to press her into his service as a result of this, threats against her life and her parents lives ample encouragement to listen.

At first she was treated as an expendable goon, poorly equipped and sent into turf wars to fight for tiny steps toward repaying her debt.. but thanks to strips of metal she had worked to fit over her shell and a homemade 'riot shield', both constructed of regular discarded scrap metal, she repeatedly came back alive. As such, she was gradually better equipped by her underlord and sent into more and more frays for more and more pay until, eventually.. almost suddenly, it was over. Her underlord proved surprisingly honest, releasing her from his service when she had repaid her debt... with interest, of course. She had not expected this at all.

Now, at the age of 24, she is free. And entirely unsure what to do with herself... If she only wasn't too poor to afford it, she'd strongly consider getting a bike. And perhaps move up to the Midcity.

Personality: Fawkes has always been adaptable. As such she has nearly developed different personalities for different situations. She fakes respect toward the Ministry. She won't even bother faking it should she encounter the UniClass, often choosing a rather snide, sarcastic tone with them.. though she is wise and informed enough to know not to wrong one. Underlords receive much the same level of respect as the Ministry, though at least some of it is genuine, having worked for one.

It is when she is with other Outer Classers of similar social status (not powerful) to her, or perhaps those she deems harmless, that she sometimes lets down the facades and allows Fawkes to sneak out. It is in these situations, when she feels safe, that it is revealed the tough armadillo is actually rather friendly. She can be a bit crude, certainly, but proves to be rather supportive and protective of those she actually considers to be worthy of it, often times her friends. She has, more than once, deliberately drawn rival gunfire onto herself and her shield to allow friends or allies to escape to safety while more slowly backing away herself.

She demonstrates a a temper and a level of patience which both seem proportional to how much she likes a person, and has difficulty resisting the urge to gamble, though she is not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice and bet too much. Though she is not quick to fully trust, being of a less common species she is significantly less racist to other purebreds than many Undercity inhabitants.

On a more random note, she loves to give odd names to her weapons and to the things she creates, often sentence fragments.

Weapons/Equipment: Eyes on M'backside! - Several bands of scrap metal worked into armor to fit nicely and flexibly over the natural armor on her back. Worn when trouble is expected, as it is heavy and more difficult to move in for long periods of time.

Hell in the Front! - A large riot shield made of hammered metal with a narrow slot to look through. Pretty sturdy, but not light.. Again, for when she expects trouble.

Insert this End into Faces! - A regular knife with those words inscribed on it and an arrow pointing to the tip.

Paint the Ground Red! - A regular SMG. Completely unmodified, but unique in that it's probably actually LOUDER than a normal SMG...

Quote: "..shut up and get behind me."

Player: Ryoko Divine / Ryoko

Character Name: Fawkes "Wheels" Wheeler

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Species: 3/4 Three-Banded Armadillo 1/4 Armadillo Lizard

Height/Weight: 5'10'', 180lbs

Social Status: Outer Class

Physical Description: Fawkes's status as an armadillo is without question. She is possessed of a tough, tanned hide, her limbs covered in smooth scales, overlapped by the trademark dark brown banded plating of her species, covering her shoulders and outer hips and running down the length of her arms and legs with only brief platelessness at her joints for mobility. A similar stretch of this banded plating extends from her nose, all the way over her head and down her neck, then expands to cover her back in flexible shells. The only real hints of her part reptilian mother is found upon those plates, where lighter shaded sharp barbs protrude from the edges and corners, and in the longer-and-thicker-than-normal flexibly plated tail swaying faintly behind her.

While Fawkes is not a wholly unattractive female, still possessed of a fairly feminine figure overall, she is not what normal standards would consider the epitome of appeal. Both the extra weight of her shell and the need for physical fitness in the Undercity have prompted her body to pack on a few pounds of rather visible muscle. This is most obvious in her strong legs (great for leaps and short sprints), but mirrored to lesser degrees in her rounded arms and softly defined abdominal muscles. Her breasts are of quite average proportions, if not slightly small.

The armadillo's eyes are perhaps her favorite feature, sparkling a pleasant, soft emerald green. She also boasts a surprisingly friendly smile when she chooses to show it, her teeth rather well kept, especially in comparison to her sometimes dusty body, lacking consistent access to running water. A thick mohawk of wiry hairs, naturally brown but dyed to a stark red, rises from under the plating upon her head. She dresses in a 'local tough' style, loose shirts and pants, and an occasional leather jacket when she can find one.. Typically her barbs quickly tear through and protrude from everything she wears though, forcing her through outfits quickly.



Background: Born to a rare pair of parents, her mother having been a hybrid of armadillo and armadillo lizard, her father a pure armadillo, Fawkes was the recipient of much tough love. Though her parents wanted a better life for her than they had, even giving her a name which seemed intelligent in the hopes she would receive a decent education, they had too many problems of their own to provide it. One of the biggest of which: they lived in the Undercity, fortunate enough only to have live in a slightly less crowded slum.

Her father was a repeated drug addict and a terrible drunk, falling back into the habits repeatedly. Unemployed, and perhaps unfit for respectable employment, he resorted to dealing mind-killing substances himself to keep his addictions afloat. Her mother was a chronic gambler, frequently losing huge sums of money to bad bets at probably-rigged games of chance. With an underpaying job at a local dive, she fetched the money to support her problem, and to a lesser extent her family, from the pockets of others by begging and stealing. Thus the family lived in poverty.

If there was a silver lining in all this, it is that her parents, despite all their problems, still cared for her enough to teach her how to learn and fight for herself. She became good at scrapping actually, earning the nickname "Wheels" for her developed tumbling, rolling techniques. But more importantly, taken from their own seedy experiences, she learned how to improvise, both in fights and out. Though Fawkes was unable to receive much formal learning from books, she proved to be a rather clever little girl, displaying an affinity for producing works of art or genuinely useful things out of otherwise worthless and abundant garbage or junk.

Still.. her later development was inevitable. What else could a child grow up to be but a thug with thugs for parents and little knowledge of how else to be? Though her father's example steered her clear of drugs, she could not resist the urge to gamble.. Inspired by a bottle of alcohol in her system and pressured encouragement, just once, she bet more than she had and wound up deeply in debt to a local underlord. He was quick to press her into his service as a result of this, threats against her life and her parents lives ample encouragement to listen.

At first she was treated as an expendable goon, poorly equipped and sent into turf wars to fight for tiny steps toward repaying her debt.. but thanks to strips of metal she had worked to fit over her shell and a homemade 'riot shield', both constructed of regular discarded scrap metal, she repeatedly came back alive. As such, she was gradually better equipped by her underlord and sent into more and more frays for more and more pay until, eventually.. almost suddenly, it was over. Her underlord proved surprisingly honest, releasing her from his service when she had repaid her debt... with interest, of course. She had not expected this at all.

Now, at the age of 24, she is now technically free. After attempting to find work in the Midcity however, she found herself woefully lacking in the conventional skills which would allow her to find employment; even her skill at metalworking was useless without knowledge of machinery to build and repair. She was rather quick to turn back to the underlord she had previously worked for and began acting as a sort of mercenary, performing individual jobs for him in exchange for money. Though her species prevents her from legitimately joining the syndicate, the underlord has given her a rather prestigious (and immensely dangerous) position when she works for him. Assigned a group of silent, stealthy marksmen, she has become a "face," wading in and provoking the fire of rival gangs onto her armored body alone while the unseen, unheard snipers cover her, preventing the loss of syndicate lives while risking her own for better pay than she could get almost anywhere else.

Eventually, she plans to move up to Midcity, perhaps buy herself a bike. Or if she's lucky, a dyne. But that seems a bit of a pipe dream.



Personality: Fawkes has always been adaptable. As such she has nearly developed different personalities for different situations. She fakes respect toward the Ministry. She won't even bother faking it should she encounter the UniClass, often choosing a rather snide, sarcastic tone with them.. though she is wise and informed enough to know not to wrong one. Underlords receive much the same level of respect as the Ministry, though at least some of it is genuine, having worked for one.

It is when she is with other Outer Classers of similar social status (not powerful) to her, or perhaps those she deems harmless, that she sometimes lets down the facades and allows Fawkes to sneak out. It is in these situations, when she feels safe, that it is revealed the tough armadillo is actually rather friendly. She can be a bit crude, certainly, but proves to be rather supportive and protective of those she actually considers to be worthy of it, often times her friends. She has, more than once, deliberately drawn rival gunfire onto herself and her shield to allow friends or allies to escape to safety while more slowly backing away herself.

She demonstrates a a temper and a level of patience which both seem proportional to how much she likes a person, and has difficulty resisting the urge to gamble, though she is not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice and bet too much. Though she is not quick to fully trust, being of a less common species she is significantly less racist to other purebreds than many Undercity inhabitants.

Lately she has been attempting to adopt a professional appearance and behavior to make her seem important, but it isn't going particularly smoothly.

On a more random note, she loves to give odd names to her weapons and to the things she creates, often sentence fragments.



Weapons/Equipment: Eyes on M'backside! - Several bands of scrap metal worked into armor to fit nicely and flexibly over the natural armor on her back. Worn when trouble is expected, as it is heavy and more difficult to move in for long periods of time.

Hell in the Front! - A large riot shield made of hammered metal with a narrow slot to look through. Pretty sturdy, but not light.. Again, for when she expects trouble.

Insert this End into Faces! - A regular knife with those words inscribed on it and an arrow pointing to the tip.

Paint the Ground Red! - A regular SMG. Completely unmodified, but unique in that it's probably actually LOUDER than a normal SMG...