The purple is a mutation of sorts, 'cause this is a female :3
I did the two extra limbs myself... Not Easy....
The Use of the extra arms:
She uses these arms to pick things up and carry them, and also to help her climb things if need-be. These arms are EXTREMLY strong, and she can also pick things up, squeezing them to death.
FieryFilly & ChiCha wrote:Su Name:
Maeve
[ Means: intoxicating; Irish legendary warrior queen ]
Su Gender:
Female
Su Age:
Fairly Young, one of "babies" of the Su's
[ Not sure exact scale for what's young and what's old for Su's, but I'll leave it at this. If I win her and find out, I'll edit it ^^ ]
Su Personality:
Maeve is a fighter. She has been since that one fateful day, though seeming to be a millenniums old, it is only something from a not-so-distant past. Onward. It's where she has tried going, though no matter what she always returns to her desperate situation. Broken. This broken-ness of her is something far from simple that most would think just needs a quick patch up. Absolutely not. It is not a scar, or a burn, but a memory. Something that stays with you forever, and is not a physical aspect that just needs a short time to heal. She is exceptional with her "words", almost having a bit of an old-english style in her communication. She is also quite intelligent, more so in wisdom that in knowledge, being able to piece things easily together, and comprehending multiple types of situations.
Su Breif History:
She was just like every other Su Hound in the beginning. Made by men, for a purpose to assist. She wasn't with the scientists long enough to really have them determine a purpose for her, there was so much more that she could do than most of the other Su's. But only hours after her successful creation, even though all lips were to be tightly sealed, one little murmur got out and reached the ears of a rich young fellow who immediately bought her off with an extra bribe for the fact that the scientists didn't even want to sell her in the first place. The minute she reached his house she was immediately used for easy house chores and for him to just show off to his other rich friends. After that though he became restless and began to demand more from her, beating her if she didn't do something exactly or if it wasn't fast enough. She didn't know what she was doing wrong, but he didn't care, so he threw her into a new type of dog fighting, renamed "Beast Wars". These wars were the home of most mutations and creatures of entirely different species. She began learning more from them, and was winning fights in no time, reaching the top of the list and finally able to get a match with the toughest and meanest of these creatures...
Story:
And so, the epic continues...
My heart was beating widely as I stood inside my large iron bared cage, the little slivers of light that could enter always shimmering as I paced back and forth. This was the fight, the one that could prove my worth to my owner, and maybe to myself. Within the first few months of fighting I began to form an idea. If I was strong enough to beat the best, then maybe I was strong enough to break free and live on my own. Freedom. The word was like honey on my tongue, the sweetest thing imaginable. I heard the cranks begin to move as my cage was pushed forward, the crowd roaring in anticipation. I looked forward and as the bars lifted, I gracefully stepped out, the cage retreating the moment my entire body was in the open of twenty foot tall bared ring. I looked at the other cage, already out, completely dark, though nothing emerged. As man from the side hit the cage with a long pole, and in response, the beast inside swiftly grabbed the pole and twisted it, breaking the man's arm. I low warning growl emitted from the shadowy depths, and slowly it emerged. At first I was slightly alarmed, wondering what this may be that I am facing, until I saw it's size. It was half my height, more or less, though what intrigued me most is that he was like me, extra arms hanging by his sides, though much more muscular than mine. I stood taller, giving an air of intimidation, because it seemed I had the upper hand.
I made the first move, striding towards him and reaching out, trying to bite him, though his left arm came up and snapped my mouth shut while he used his front legs to shove me back, and a considerable length too. I was left in a bit of a daze, how was this creature so much more powerful than I? I ran full force at him again, slamming him into the bars, but again he used his little arms to bend mine painfully in a circle, to the point where he would have broken them if I hadn't backed away. I ran and jumped, landing on top of him, biting his back leg. He rolled and managed to get on top of me, snapping back and grabbing hold of where my head connected to my neck. He began to twist and I hollered in pain. "Stop... Please..." He looked at me with wonder, and then slowly said, "Do as I say and we may both make it out of here." I nodded and he quickly gave me my instructions. I grabbed him and slammed him against the iron bars that made the cage. I rose on my hind legs, and in a flash he had jumped on top of me and scrambled over the cage. Screaming began to fill the stadium and people began to run. He was no where in sight, but it wasn't another moment until the bars began to sink into the ground. I ran up and out of the stadium, looking everywhere, and when an arm grabbed one of mine I was dragged along, looking at the creature before me.
We reached the rowdier parts of the city, and managed to bust into an old building with a roof that was so tall I couldn't even see the ceiling, because it disappeared in darkness. The beast stood and I asked, "Who are you?" He snickered, a deep and cocky almost tone, before he said, "I am Vilmos, once known as Tracker Dog #67. Yourself?" I racked my brain, I had heard of these Tracker Dogs before, had even come across a few in the ring, but none were nearly as big as he was. His second question also had me slightly shocked. I never was given a name, and had only been addressed as Hound. He looked at me and smirked, "Don't have a name? Make one for yourself." I scrunched up my nose before quietly saying, "I would prefer if you did, Vilmos." He looked shocked for a moment and slowly packed around before climbing atop of a tall metal box and laying down on top of it before saying, "What about Maeve?" I looked up with a smile, now that I was ok with I ran up to him and let out a happy bark.
Things went quiet and then I asked him, "What now?" Vilmos looked at me and said, "Well I guess we could find more of your kind for you to join them." I looked at him, "What about you? You wouldn't want to come? My kind is after all going against the humans, and look what they've done to you!" I paused before quietly adding, "And to me..." He looked up and said, "Humans aren't all bad, this I know, my human was good, but it was because of one that was stupid that she died." He took a breath, enraged before saying, "And what do you have against them? What's your story?" I shook my head, "It may not be that long, but it isn't worth the trouble." He smirked, "Try me." And with that, I lay down next to him and began my story, with every word I spoke, I wanted more than anything to just stay with him, for some odd reason...
Art(optional):
Just a quick 15 minute sketchno matter how hard i tried I just couldn't get her face right though -.-' meh, oh well
Side Note: No, Vilmos and Maeve don't actually speak as in human speech, but more so have a canine communication which is basically like talking for them. And just as a shout-out, this would probably be another run-off story for Vilmos just like the one (for those of you who are on the Tracker forms and read my form) with the gamer (which is coming along nicely, I'm just debating where to post it at the moment...)
