Aurora Phoenix

Summary

• Name: Aurora Phoenix March
• Gender: Female
• Eyes: Gold
• Height: 1.2 m
• Build: Athletic
• Personality: Confident, optimistic, fiery, determined
• Classification: Cheshire-class Lifeform-prime Wildkin
• Species: Arctic hare, Siberian Tiger
• Hobbies: rock music, flame poi, horror movies

Lineage

Aurora is the daughter of Candice White and Thomas March. She was conceived and born in the Cheshire Wonderland where her appearance with tiger colors that neither parent possessed was simply accepted as being part of the unusual character of the Wonderland although Dinah, the family cat, eagerly laid claim to Aurora's "fine lineage." Aurora has inherited aspects of being a muse from her mother such as knowing the minds of others, how to inspire them, and how to create illusions. While she herself is not am muse, she is a huge fan of the arts especially film and music.

OOC Info

• Game Series: Star Wars FFG Wildkin Custom and Spindizzy MUCK
• Song: Unity by Shinedown

Description

Physical

Overall

Aurora is small but athletic in build. A little less than three feet tall, not counting her ears, she is as swift and as bouncy as one would expect a hare to be. She has large feet that lack pads and paws that likewise have no pads on them. Her claws are black and rounded and mostly obscured by dense fur. Her tail is almost twice the expected size but still teardrop shaped with a few stripes on the top and orange fur with a white underside unless her coat changes in winter. Her ears are tall and rounded with black fur inside and white edges from the front. The backs are black with a white dot in the middle like that of a tiger. Her nose and the front of her muzzle is sooty in color and does not change with season.

Fur and Hair

Her fur is dense given that both her primary species are cold weather adapted. For about half of the year, she sports tiger colors with a white front, orange sides and back, and dark brown but not quite black stripes. This changes in the winter months sometimes with her orange fur fading out to white to leave her with stripes on snow white fur. Because her neck-length red-orange hair does not shed like her fur, she keeps the same hair color through the year although bands of lighter or darker color can show depending on when that hair grew.

Teeth

Aurora's teeth are mostly those of a hare, but she has a pair of fangs that are far more tiger like, and the tips of her upper fangs protrude enough to be visible at all times.

Eyes

Aurora's eyes are a yellow gold color with a round pupil much more like a tiger rather than a hare.

Special Abilities

Mind reading and control

a

Illusions

a

Telekinesis

A

Associated Stories

Star Wars FFG Setting

Notes form her engineers

LIttle tiger is what we would always call her. She was among those that broke the concept that rabbits might be driven towards timid and defensive behaviors. Aurora is as far from those concepts as one could be. Willful, deceptive, loyal, and at times utterly vicious, size and strength have never been a limit for her. Too small to easily wield most weapons, she found an arsenal of much greater power in the turn of a phrase. The right words in the right ear have done well to grant her access to things otherwise hidden from view. It may even be true that she is one of, if not the only, wildkin who knows how her own kind are made right down to the genes and the programming. Always in motion, Aurora has always been doing something. Not a single hour in her day is wasted on sitting idle when she could be reading, exercising, doing small research tasks for the staff, and, above all, moving from person to person to encourage and brighten their day. To those of us in the Lapine Development Core Section B, Aurora and her infectious ferocity made her ours the moment she started comprehending language. Our whole core, from the lead scientists to the technicians poured what we could into a fund to purchase her, a unit at the time regarded as a discard due to miscommunication about her composition, because she was not a pet or a project. To those of us in LDC-B, she is our daughter.

Work can be difficult, and knowing what our creations might go through and be used for can be sickening to some of us that would create to make beautiful things rather than destructive ones. We slip what we can in on the designs to push our views, but the company controls all in the end. The day we removed Aurora’s collar was one where every last one of us in the unit was present to welcome her into the family. Never afraid to show much much she loves but quick to hide everything else, the usual darting about of her little form in the research unit reminds us that these beings we create could coexist and greatly enhance the good in society if given the chance. We’ve always worried about what might happen to her should she get out of the unit and see what else is there, but she has a strength of character that will see her through.

Nothing is going to stop a spirit like hers, not even the admins. MOst of them she seems capable of manipulating into seeing her way as though she was our representative. I honestly think we let her watch too much of the senate proceedings, but she’s made good on it. Not all were swayed though, and one overly annoying middle manager seemed set on degrading her as much as possible only to be reminded that Aurora had lapine incisors and feline fangs. Of course he threatened to have her destroyed at which point I took incredible joy in stating that he was harassing private property and that he failed to read the every present “Wildkin are weapon systems. Do not taunt wildkin.” We didn’t see him again, so I am guessing he was transferred once they healed the deep puncture wounds in his arm.

Social barriers weren’t all Aurora has challenged. I remember when she broke her leg trying to learn some combat move she saw. I wasn’t sure if it was from a movie or if she saw some other wildkin do it, but she landed wrong. We all heard the yelp, but when we got to her, she was trying to drag herself to medical and pretend the bone wasn’t sticking out. Tears in her eyes but a faint smile on her lips, she tried to say she would be okay. It was a good lesson for her though in that we are not insular beings but creatures that are stronger when together. We carried her to medical to have the bone set. Her kind heal fast but they still have to be set for it to work right. She didn;t cry when they set the bone, but she held my hand so tight that her claws broke my skin. I still have the little pattern of four scars on my hand. It wouldn’t be the last time she hobbled in for care either. The time she lit her ear on fire trying to learn flame poi is another no one forgets not just for the sudden flailing but the smell of burning fur. It didn’t matter though. None of it mattered because every setback was met with even greater determination later.

One aspect that has always kept us on our toes is her habit of playing tricks on others. For the better part, they are harmless pranks like the time she got a hold of a whoopie cushion. There wasn’t anyone saved from that thing in the end. She’s slipped invisible ink in pens, snuck onto computers and replaced the login screens, hid lab notebooks, rigged doors with fireworks, and damn near got one of us with the classic bucket of water over a door. It was when the tricks got more complex that we realized something was off with our little girl. She appeared to have the ability to mesmerize some people into doing what she tells then when they usually would not. That started with finding ways to get more snacks to eventually making an admin get us a new espresso machine. Holoprojectors and little light tricks were commonplace, but the day she imitated something she saw in a cartoon and had us all thinking she had unzipped her skin to leave a skeleton in cartoon form, something most of us in the room saw, made us realize your little girl was more special that we knew.

Knowing they would take her from us if they knew she could use the force, especially for means of breaking security, we opted to keep it in our group as a secret. Rather than have Aurora suppress this ability, our bond as a family allowed us to make her agree that she could use it on only two conditions: on those of us in the family or when a life could depend on it. She understood that we weren’t mad at her but protective, and she agreed to those terms. A hug, some cheesecake, and a rub between her ears and we were back to the usual. We started to teach her more of the scientific method, and we came up with exercises to do with it where she would try to influence or trick one group of people with the force and another group without. It strengthened her grasp on social interactions but also appeared to help her focus and see the difference in when she did or did not use the force. It proved to be a shock even to her as she had been doing it instinctively and now could do on-demand.

Today, however, was the hardest talk I had to have with her. We’ve cared for her from the moment she opened her eyes, carried her in pockets or backpacks as she grew, and in just a few years, we have seen the impact of hyperlearning and wildkin growth, but though the timeline has been compressed, we have savored every day day of her childhood. Now, however, she is a grown woman. We haven’t lied to her about wildkin anatomy or other issues including breeding as she could have just looked them up in the project notes. Instead, we taught her she has the power of choice, and instead of a forced patch, we gave her the supplements she would need to dampen her reproductive instincts. It was her birthday when we all gathered together like we did when we first made the collection to buy her. A light blaster, a wristband computer and communications unit, and a security chit that would let her make full use of her access to go outside our group. We were all worried, and she looked concerned she had done something wrong or something bad was coming this way, and that is why I had to speak with her.

“You have been the light in our lives the last few years, and you always will be. We have been happier with you here than we ever were, but you have grown up now, and you need to see more of the galaxy. You will always have a home here among us, that will not change, but there are so many places in the galaxy that would benefit from your fiery spirit and devotion to what you see as right and just. Explore, learn, and do good as you always have, and come home to us with your stories. Hopefully we shall have more for you. Let no one ever make you feel you are less than our beloved daughter.”

I pulled some strings, and with any luck, I might have grabbed one of Suvrorr’s students on the sly to go with her. She might be able to learn more than she has from her time here, or so I certainly hope. We’ve warned her not to turn to the Jedi unless she absolutely must. I just don’t want her mired down in their rhetoric. I don’t know when she will be back, but all of us will be counting those days and praying she writes as often as she can. I never married, never had a child of my blood, but I will never have a child that is more mine than Aurora.