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Username: Placebo
Name: Sidra
׺°”˜`”°º× |Urdu name of Latin and Arabic origins meaning "of/like the stars" or "star-born."| ׺°”˜`”°º×
Gender: Female
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Occupation: Sidra’s a bouncer at a popular night club nicknamed “The Scene.” Considering what she has to put up with every night, she’s paid pretty well and she’s able to make ends meet because of it. The job, however rough at times, frees up her daylight hours so she can be a bit more stress free during the day, but the night turns her into something else, something harder, in an effort to keep the peace. Her intimidating size makes her an immovable object. And, under the black lights of the club, her star markings glow so eerily…
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Who is Sidra?:׺°”˜`”°º× | like distant stars... | ׺°”˜`”°º×
reflective || timid || intelligent || agnostic || Sidra is pretty unassuming in the daylight. Despite being taller than most (if not all) guys she comes across, she tends to fade into the background. Very few creatures actually know her- she keeps to herself at the college she attends, always with a hood up (The hood
always messes up her pixie cut) and one headphone in, half of her attention on a lecture and half of it doodling or writing code, or working on her ongoing astrophysics project. She’s thankful for the hustle and bustle, honestly- just means she’s able to blend in that much easier. Just another face in the crowd…
Nonetheless, she’s surprisingly timid. You would think someone so aloof wouldn't be so wary around others. She won’t go out of her way to approach someone, so she seems disinterested, even a little rude, to onlookers. She’ll spare you a sweet little smile if you made a good impression on her, but at worst, she’ll go out of her way to avoid you if she sees you.
In all honesty, she doesn't really like people all that much- well, groups of people, that is. Sidra’s an independent soul, content with shouldering responsibility onto herself and riding out the waves of life on her own. She’s steadfast in her own resolve, and contents herself with the fact that she intrinsically
knows what she can and cannot do. That sense of stability would crumble if she decides to get close to another creature. Like a lonely night star, she doesn’t want to concern herself with other orbits, so to speak. At most, all she’s ever had to depend on are her parents and she wishes to keep it that way… on the surface.
Internally, Sidra wonders. Wonders what it would be like to connect with a group of people on such a fundamental level and create bonds unlike what she’s ever experienced before. To feel that
tug, that odd little feeling that would allow her to find
them (whoever
they may be) in the midst of confusion or turmoil or hate and find a
home in them like no other. Would this group, this
pack form from the ground up and become something the world has never seen? How would she play her part for them? A proud leader, a dutiful follower? … Or maybe they would be subtler, for her. Become a family to add to the ones Sidra lost…
(May her mother and father rest in peace, wherever they ended up in the great cosmos.)
Might be just wishful thinking, on her part. Besides, there’s no star to wish on that magically creates a bigger family, now is there?
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harsh || unwavering || stoic || protective Sidra’s intimidating, feminine stature isn’t all for show. Under the cover of the night, she becomes inexplicably
harder somehow. A little bit colder, too. At “The Scene,” she’s not one to make much small talk, so her taciturn nature just makes her seem even more unwavering. Like a silent sentinel.
The club tends to love its black lights, so the lights that line the outside of the building reflect back on her fur and brighten the stars on her pelt to an unnaturally bright white. Loopy college kids late at night like to joke that her stare could frost over hell. Like the cold, insensitive recesses of
space.The club she works at is notorious for being a little bit more dangerous than it’s supposed to be, too. Too many college kids hyped up on their own ego and all concentrated in one place… As one of the club’s best bouncers, she doesn’t afford to let any mishaps slide. Sidra doesn’t want to lose her job, after all. She’s not quick to use force, but her voice can cut like a blade through even the haziest of minds, and she’s no pushover.
… But, watching her clothesline a man twice her weight in muscle mass was something that buzzed through the college campus for
months. No one ever connected that she was that bouncer, though. It
was a pretty dark night…