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Description

General Information

Primary Character

Name: Dagrank. Dagrank Phylis Laughingstock. Will introduce herself as 'Doctor Dagrank'.

Age: Around 4 years old.

Gender: Female.
Pronouns:

Dagrank doesn't care.

Orientation: Bisexual, but will call herself Dogsexual. She doesn't like other cats and only is interested in dogs.
Faction/Loner: Loner.

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  Physical Appearance

Breed(s):

  Father: Oriental Shorthair, Savannah Cat, Devon Rex, Sphynx, Donskoy, Lykoi
  Mother: Lykoi, Manx, La-Perm, Cymric, Manx.

Physical Description:

  General Description:
      A horrible looking cat. Long legs, a scruffy torso, and that face! Not even a mother could love that travesty.
        Large bat-like ears tower off a lopsided, scarred face. Eyes look like pinpoints of sour, greenish-yellow light in the dead of night. A long neck and even longer limbs, but the posture of a hunchback. This she-cat is a mess.
  Height:
      A tall, long-limbed creature.
        16 inches at her shoulder.
Weight:
  As big as it can get, for now.
          Around 8 lbs/ 4kg.
Scars:
  Yikes.
      Jacked up face is the most notable and occurred due to an extreme lab accident. Under the dirt and grime and fur, there is a litany of small scars. No fur on tail, but not attributed to any scar tissue- the fur is simply plucked off by Dagrank as she finds it too messy to deal with.
  Eye color:
      Chartreuse
  Coat Color Phenotype: White(Piebald genotype 'SS', complete coverage causing a solid grey color). Non-agouti, and non-albino carrier. Not a dominant white, skin is greyish pink underneath.
  Coat Length Phenotype: Takes after the Lykoi.


Accessories:

- 1 Cosmetic accessory:
A dog gimp mask.

  - 1 Water container
                            Glass bottle with a cork.
                - 1 Harness
                            A chest and rib type harness.

- 1 Weapon
                            A scalpel

Voice: Tina Charles . The female vocals of 'Video Killed the Radio Star'

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  Persona

Personality:

Positives
Intelligent:
  Not a brag, per-say, but she does have the mind of a scientist.

Painstaking:
  Cannot and will not miss any detail. Once over, twice over, thrice over... it is all just stepping stones.

Invulnerable:
  Not that she is invincible. Not in a bodily way- but it's very hard to insult her. She knows she's ugly. She knows shes twisted. You can say what you want.

Daring:
  You have to be in this field.

Perfectionist:
  Every. Single. Detail. They must be perfect.

Neutrals
Secretive:
  It's all Top-Secret.

Experimental:
  Whaddya think? Pretty Damn obvious- shes a scientist.

Sarcastic:
  In this day and age, who isn't? Bit of a jab a the obvious. Fuh-cee-tious!

Negatives

Twisted:
  I suppose you could say she's gotta warped mind?

Grotesque:
  Not gonna spare you any of the gory details.

Cruel:
  And cold. Not willing to give an inch of mercy.

Uncaring:
  Not about her work, of course! About you! Unless you are her subject, her assistant or- you know. I think that the only two things.

Grim:
  We're all gonna die. She is too, but she likes to remind you more.

Strengths

Can work diligently, with long hours spent toward reaching a single goal.

Takes initiative with everything put in their way.

Unmoving in their ideals.

Weakness

Too confrontational. May scare away some potential assistants with her upfront personality.

Acts without care to others health and personal feelings.

Far too detail orientated and gets caught up with minute things.

Background: Content warning: Laboratory horror, bodily harm.

In the spring, Dagrank was born to Melhellen and Grimmire Laughingstock in the backrooms of the Laughingstock laboratory. Another curse, another scourge. Unlike their older siblings, they were not named after resources but labeled blatantly with names that just sort of stumbled out the mouths of their parents. Offhanded murmurs and the talk of a second generation.
Dagrank was a product of her father. Her father was a product of an experiment gone wrong.
A second generation mad scientist.
Crackjune got her mother.
From the moment she would hold a scalpel, from the moment she memorized the scientific formula. Fate set in stone! A protege of a biologist, a bitter psychologist.
So, there came her father's plan, his research proposal! His best work yet, involving mice of all things. Food for the ever-present cat. The greater beings manipulating the weaker. The greater beings utilized and dominated. Prime.
This was how survival was taught. A miserable teacher and a horrid headmaster- if something moves, something breathed and it could die, it could be eaten. As long it was not a kinfolk.
So, it was mice that her father fixated on.
Make them fatter, make them breed. Cats were no vegans and they were meant to live. Mice were meant to live as well, but not without payment.
One could say the same about cats and dogs. She supposed that were her fixation started. Dogs were so cute. The tall ones were, anyway. the brutish ones. Their nails were dull, their ears not pointed the right way and their tails stiff. Inflexible.
But they were built of muscle. Masculine. So unlike the effeminate nature of most cats, male or female.
But, those were thoughts for someone with time. And Dagrank had no time.
Actually. She had negative time. And so did her older sister, Bleach.
Unfortunate things happen to unfortunate people. A Dagrank was a very, very unfortunate cat. Already taking after her parent's strange looks, Bleach's shear incapabilities were a shining emblem in the Laughingstock family.
A splitting headache.
Oh and a splitting face!
Like a slice. A sever.
And Dagrank was rendered worse off, an acid burn licking like lightning.
Melhellen, in all of his tall, gangling and monstrous glory- bidden with so many acid scars he was more of a walking bit of tough jerky. A look of realization, that of pride and admiration. Dagrank was then cast from her family and into the wild.
Why?
She was now an adult in the eyes of the tremendously scarred. A victim of her madness and the madness of that surrounded her. A PhD! A doctor. And off she went, to propose her own research paper. Sent off with the gift of a dog mask- the first and last physical thing she received from her family that was not research-related.
That's how it got here, in this 'Tomorrow City'.
Bats, flying rodents, sky-bound mice. They smelled like food, but they taste coarse and bony. Their wings a bitter flavor. Could there be a way to improve the nutritional value and flavor?
Something. She wanted something out of her idea. And that's how she very blatantly wandered into the city. Dagrank hadn't even been imposed to find the levels of traction the place got.
No. It was another offer.
So, Dagrank sticks to shadows. They were a lovely home for something such as her as she watched and watched and watched behind her dog mask. Alone.
It ate when it stumbled upon food, it drank when it found water. Dag, though brilliant in her own right, and seems to have no grasp of preservation beyond 'meat is meat' and 'water is wet'. Living as a scavenger. Yet, she persists.
...and she is looking for a lab assistant.

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  Family

Melhellen
Father. Alive.

Grimmire
Mother. Alive.

Oil
Sister. Alive. Older.

Bleach
Sister. ??? Older.

Crackjune
Brother. Alive. Littermate.

Deisel
Brother. Dead. Older.

Gasoline
Sister. Alive. Younger.

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  Role-Play Info

RP methods:

Discord, notes, google docs, etc.

Plot opportunities:

1. "Have you ever died?" Lips pulled back, a flick to her unnaturally bat-like ears and a tepid glow in her ugly, vomit-green eyes. Salacious in her own way as she cast a look down from her perch on the edge of the roof- claws creeping over the sides like tiny hooked razors. Dagrank flicked her hairless tail, the rattish creature grinning horribly from behind the leather casing of her gimp mask, but other than that, the cat did not move from its pose. Stiff as it awaited its answer.

2. Wood and stone. Then dirt. Then maybe gravel.
Dagrank trailed behind several homes, ear alert and chartreuse eyes narrowed. Bats were difficult creatures. Where mice and rats were one thing, these rodents had wings. They flew higher than she could reach, and though she knew she could catch them- a catch without a kill was an entirely different thing.
Then and there, her eyes laced from the silhouetted crooks and shadowy rafters to a form on the street below. A figure not yet known.

Tracker Journal: Dagrank Tracker Journal
-----

Listen. I am just happy to have an easily drawn character for once in like 3000 years.

App is scheduled for updates once my files are fixed. The headshot is old art, but I have little left of what I was working on let alone access to SAI atm. So please, take the lack of drawn weapon and weird head with a grain of salt.

Description

General Information

Primary Character

Name: Dagrank. Dagrank Phylis Laughingstock. Will introduce herself as 'Doctor Dagrank'.

Age: Around 4 years old.

Gender: Female.
Pronouns:

Dagrank doesn't care.

Orientation: Bisexual, but will call herself Dogsexual. She doesn't like other cats and only is interested in dogs.
Faction/Loner: Loner.

___________________________________________________________________
  Physical Appearance

Breed(s):

  Father: Oriental Shorthair, Savannah Cat, Devon Rex, Sphynx, Donskoy, Lykoi
  Mother: Lykoi, Manx, La-Perm, Cymric, Manx.

Physical Description:

  General Description:
      A horrible looking cat. Long legs, a scruffy torso, and that face! Not even a mother could love that travesty.
        Large bat-like ears tower off a lopsided, scarred face. Eyes look like pinpoints of sour, greenish-yellow light in the dead of night. A long neck and even longer limbs, but the posture of a hunchback. This she-cat is a mess.
  Height:
      A tall, long-limbed creature.
        16 inches at her shoulder.
Weight:
  As big as it can get, for now.
          Around 8 lbs/ 4kg.
Scars:
  Yikes.
      Jacked up face is the most notable and occurred due to an extreme lab accident. Under the dirt and grime and fur, there is a litany of small scars. No fur on tail, but not attributed to any scar tissue- the fur is simply plucked off by Dagrank as she finds it too messy to deal with.
  Eye color:
      Chartreuse
  Coat Color Phenotype: White(Piebald genotype 'SS', complete coverage causing a solid grey color). Non-agouti, and non-albino carrier. Not a dominant white, skin is greyish pink underneath.
  Coat Length Phenotype: Takes after the Lykoi.


Accessories:

- 1 Cosmetic accessory:
A dog gimp mask.

  - 1 Water container
                            Glass bottle with a cork.
                - 1 Harness
                            A chest and rib type harness.

- 1 Weapon
                            A scalpel

Voice: Tina Charles . The female vocals of 'Video Killed the Radio Star'

___________________________________________________________________

  Persona

Personality:

Positives
Intelligent:
  Not a brag, per-say, but she does have the mind of a scientist.

Painstaking:
  Cannot and will not miss any detail. Once over, twice over, thrice over... it is all just stepping stones.

Invulnerable:
  Not that she is invincible. Not in a bodily way- but it's very hard to insult her. She knows she's ugly. She knows shes twisted. You can say what you want.

Daring:
  You have to be in this field.

Perfectionist:
  Every. Single. Detail. They must be perfect.

Neutrals
Secretive:
  It's all Top-Secret.

Experimental:
  Whaddya think? Pretty Damn obvious- shes a scientist.

Sarcastic:
  In this day and age, who isn't? Bit of a jab a the obvious. Fuh-cee-tious!

Negatives

Twisted:
  I suppose you could say she's gotta warped mind?

Grotesque:
  Not gonna spare you any of the gory details.

Cruel:
  And cold. Not willing to give an inch of mercy.

Uncaring:
  Not about her work, of course! About you! Unless you are her subject, her assistant or- you know. I think that the only two things.

Grim:
  We're all gonna die. She is too, but she likes to remind you more.

Strengths

Can work diligently, with long hours spent toward reaching a single goal.

Takes initiative with everything put in their way.

Unmoving in their ideals.

Weakness

Too confrontational. May scare away some potential assistants with her upfront personality.

Acts without care to others health and personal feelings.

Far too detail orientated and gets caught up with minute things.

Background: Content warning: Laboratory horror, bodily harm.

In the spring, Dagrank was born to Melhellen and Grimmire Laughingstock in the backrooms of the Laughingstock laboratory. Another curse, another scourge. Unlike their older siblings, they were not named after resources but labeled blatantly with names that just sort of stumbled out the mouths of their parents. Offhanded murmurs and the talk of a second generation.
Dagrank was a product of her father. Her father was a product of an experiment gone wrong.
A second generation mad scientist.
Crackjune got her mother.
From the moment she would hold a scalpel, from the moment she memorized the scientific formula. Fate set in stone! A protege of a biologist, a bitter psychologist.
So, there came her father's plan, his research proposal! His best work yet, involving mice of all things. Food for the ever-present cat. The greater beings manipulating the weaker. The greater beings utilized and dominated. Prime.
This was how survival was taught. A miserable teacher and a horrid headmaster- if something moves, something breathed and it could die, it could be eaten. As long it was not a kinfolk.
So, it was mice that her father fixated on.
Make them fatter, make them breed. Cats were no vegans and they were meant to live. Mice were meant to live as well, but not without payment.
One could say the same about cats and dogs. She supposed that were her fixation started. Dogs were so cute. The tall ones were, anyway. the brutish ones. Their nails were dull, their ears not pointed the right way and their tails stiff. Inflexible.
But they were built of muscle. Masculine. So unlike the effeminate nature of most cats, male or female.
But, those were thoughts for someone with time. And Dagrank had no time.
Actually. She had negative time. And so did her older sister, Bleach.
Unfortunate things happen to unfortunate people. A Dagrank was a very, very unfortunate cat. Already taking after her parent's strange looks, Bleach's shear incapabilities were a shining emblem in the Laughingstock family.
A splitting headache.
Oh and a splitting face!
Like a slice. A sever.
And Dagrank was rendered worse off, an acid burn licking like lightning.
Melhellen, in all of his tall, gangling and monstrous glory- bidden with so many acid scars he was more of a walking bit of tough jerky. A look of realization, that of pride and admiration. Dagrank was then cast from her family and into the wild.
Why?
She was now an adult in the eyes of the tremendously scarred. A victim of her madness and the madness of that surrounded her. A PhD! A doctor. And off she went, to propose her own research paper. Sent off with the gift of a dog mask- the first and last physical thing she received from her family that was not research-related.
That's how it got here, in this 'Tomorrow City'.
Bats, flying rodents, sky-bound mice. They smelled like food, but they taste coarse and bony. Their wings a bitter flavor. Could there be a way to improve the nutritional value and flavor?
Something. She wanted something out of her idea. And that's how she very blatantly wandered into the city. Dagrank hadn't even been imposed to find the levels of traction the place got.
No. It was another offer.
So, Dagrank sticks to shadows. They were a lovely home for something such as her as she watched and watched and watched behind her dog mask. Alone.
It ate when it stumbled upon food, it drank when it found water. Dag, though brilliant in her own right, and seems to have no grasp of preservation beyond 'meat is meat' and 'water is wet'. Living as a scavenger. Yet, she persists.
...and she is looking for a lab assistant.

___________________________________________________________________

  Family

Melhellen
Father. Alive.

Grimmire
Mother. Alive.

Oil
Sister. Alive. Older.

Bleach
Sister. ??? Older.

Crackjune
Brother. Alive. Littermate.

Deisel
Brother. Dead. Older.

Gasoline
Sister. Alive. Younger.

___________________________________________________________________

  Role-Play Info

RP methods:

Discord, notes, google docs, etc.

Plot opportunities:

1. "Have you ever died?" Lips pulled back, a flick to her unnaturally bat-like ears and a tepid glow in her ugly, vomit-green eyes. Salacious in her own way as she cast a look down from her perch on the edge of the roof- claws creeping over the sides like tiny hooked razors. Dagrank flicked her hairless tail, the rattish creature grinning horribly from behind the leather casing of her gimp mask, but other than that, the cat did not move from its pose. Stiff as it awaited its answer.

2. Wood and stone. Then dirt. Then maybe gravel.
Dagrank trailed behind several homes, ear alert and chartreuse eyes narrowed. Bats were difficult creatures. Where mice and rats were one thing, these rodents had wings. They flew higher than she could reach, and though she knew she could catch them- a catch without a kill was an entirely different thing.
Then and there, her eyes laced from the silhouetted crooks and shadowy rafters to a form on the street below. A figure not yet known.

Tracker Journal: Dagrank Tracker Journal
-----

Listen. I am just happy to have an easily drawn character for once in like 3000 years.

App is scheduled for updates once my files are fixed. The headshot is old art, but I have little left of what I was working on let alone access to SAI atm. So please, take the lack of drawn weapon and weird head with a grain of salt.