"Eyebrows" - (Player-made Character)

## "Brauen" (EN. "Brows")

***[CHARACTER INFO]***
 Freezing
 ***[SPOKEN LANGUAGES]*** | German (Native)
West-Slavic Pidgin (Partial)
 ***[CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY]***
198X - 2008
A Western migrant in the vein of many refugees from Berlin and surrounding cities. Her youth is vividly remembered. She spent what can be equated to a childhood between Neubrandenburg and Szczecin, living in relative freedoms with men and women who had proven themselves East German; *Grenztruppen* amongst them. The exact reasons for her indoctrination into this post-reservist, post-national army is unknown by now -- She could recount in detail, however.
That would be the young days spent standing watch beneath concrete skies, with stars of dirt bordered in the galaxies of grass -- In short, the old metro-stations that lead through German, Polish, even Byelorussian soil. Though a large remainder of memories is nostalgically poured over as the labour shown to the artificial gardens and dying or dead, who without her, would have had no fates at all. Hers had been dictated in a bright birth, a fate more topside than others, yet necessarily warding the depths of the tunnels she was born into, and seeming no more capable of ceasing grey, snow-dappled skies than any other.
Nature had to take its course, there was no undoing what doomed them down there; and no toppling the food-chain established so radioactively; despite many claims, the glowing giant was more human than some, even she, liked to admit.
2009 - PRESENT
The thaw, the spring, the warmth. Something that seemed, for almost two decades of life, impossible to witness. Like fairytales of the old world, like elder gods only discussed, but never worshipped; not in plain sight, because think they have left... At least *some* of the familiarities of bygone lives, many of them succumbed to the new world's affects on the mind and body, had returned. The old guard of valued men and women rejoiced, the fawn that made their children frolicked -- However hardened, darkness-determined, and cemented into habits of standing watch over that which needed her, there was the unmistakable draw towards what gave new life.
That blinding sun. It, too, belonged to another world that only now began to uncover itself, now that the snow melted beyond a few feet before her, but for as far as she could see. Now that seemed to grow without her to watch it.
But she would be there, of course, running across the asphalt and grass regardless, for it was so warm, unlike the cold iron tracks and cracked stone of the stations underground, that howled with winds and felt so cold; it was an escape, in many ways, and for all the times it had been called 'home', there is another she seeks -- In nationhood.

***[BODY CONDITION]***

Parade tunic;
Grenztruppen. "Steingrau" colour.

NVA Greatcoat.

Gallifret trousers.

An officer's peaked cap, chin-strapped.
 **[*PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION]***
The remarkable specimen of a radioactive land -- Bestowed with five eyes, her natural pair coloured bright yellow, the one above slightly orange, the singular third a bloody red. On the backside of her head are two identically red eyes -- All are narrow, when in rest.
On a vulpine head do they rest. Furthermore, the body errs toward its brethren of a head; all foxish, slim and slink.
Following Thayer's Law, the pattern of a feral fox is abandoned -- Instead, "Brows'" adaptations of coat depend heavily the time of day; perhaps even sun and moon themselves. In daylight, one is forgiven for thinking her coat of fur is pale orange, bordering yellow at her center. This dim light won't be seen easily in daylight, unless indoors or in shade. At night, that changes entirely -- A dazzling greyish-white overcomes the same hairs; brighter the longer she has been in the sun; cause and purpose of this bioluminescence is unknown to her, but not without theory.
But typical for the foxes she resembles, "Brows" has figurative gloves and boots of black fur, up to respective elbows and knees of her digitigrade form.
"Brows" Claws protrude from foot and hand alike, albeit, they are carefully trimmed, maintaining a short edge. The East German parade-and-combat regalia seen on her person is kept pristine, as though it were pre-war surplus.
[5/4/2023 - DRAGON SCALES PERK]
Unexplainably, meek scales, soft like snakeskin for the time being, have begun to mingle between the glowing fur-coat of the German. Maybe the years have gotten to her, maybe she is *just* reaching maturity; who knows what wasteland offspring grows to be?

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