Willamina "Mina" Drukari

SL Username:  jaelhoku
SL Display Name: Luna Rae D'Morgann
Character Name: Willamina "Mina" Drukari
Age: 21
Race: Cavilian
Origin: Yunokawa Laboratories
Occupation: Bartender
Affiliation:  n/a


Personality:

Positive Traits/Strengths:

• Intelligent: She has a high IQ which has allowed her to move away from her past circumstances and become self-educated.
  
• Determined: Her amount of determination shines through in her ability to survive despite all circumstances.
  
• Hardworking: When at a job she tries to work at the highest capacity and capability that she has. She never leaves or does tasks half way done.
  
• Kind: She is quite polite and kind. Her manners are actually impeccable in most instances. Kindness was something she learned over time.
  

Negative Traits/Weaknesses:

• Sarcastic: Despite her kindness she has learned the human behavior of sarcasm. She tends to use it as a self defense mechanism. This tends to project an appearance of cool, disinterested resolve. Some may claim she is cold, hardhearted and aloof if they do not know her well enough.
  
• Slightly Paranoid: She always deals with whispers in the back of her mind that she will be recollected by the lab she was created in. The paranoia is always there but she does not display it outwardly in large amounts.
  
• Impatient: She has a tendency to have a short amount of patience, as she has not yet learned how to wait. Having been in the customer service business her life had been constantly busy and moving. She has grown used to the life of never sitting still. It is also important to note that she will not show her impatience unless whatever has incurred it has continued for at least an hour or more. I.E: Someone dragging their heels on an order while she is waiting in a queue.
  
• Afraid of making commitments: Due to her paranoia of being taken back to the lab, she is afraid to let anyone too close to her. She will do her best to be outwardly friendly, but deep down inside she will silently planning ahead if the person she is spending time with gets too close.
  

Likes:

• Foods: Pizza, Eel Sushi, Red Bean Ice Cream wrapped in Mochi
  
• Drinks: Whiskey On the Rocks, Dark'n'Stormy, Cherry Pepsi
  
• Genres of Books/ Movies: Horror, Mystery, Fantasty, Science-Fiction
  
• Music: Hard Rock, Heavy Metal, Rock of any form
  
• Rainy days with heavy cloud cover.
  

Dislikes:

• Food: Liver and Onions, Chicken Feet
  
• Drinks: Pumpkin Spice flavored anything.
  
• Genres of Books/ Movies: Cheesy love stories
  
• Music: Country
  
• Super 'hands-on' people (unless she is in a relationship with them or trusts them very well.)
  

Hobbies:

• Reading
  
• Gaming
  
• Painting
  
• Collecting Dolls, and plushies (Not that she'd actually tell anyone though)
  
• Collecting and studying items that are Occult related
  
• Working on her Bar-tending skills.
  

Fun Facts/Quirks:

• She has a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
  
• She uses mundane items as toys when she's nervous(.e.g. bottle caps, straws, chopsticks)
  
• She has a habit of sketching random doodles on scraps of paper and tends to carry a pen with her in the event she gets the itch to draw.
  
• She writes with her left hand, but has the tendency to do everything else right-handed.
  

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Combat Abilities:

Illusion - Effect: Minor, Can create illusions which fool one sense. This includes the ability to change one's appearance or go unseen. Low level "change my appearance to look like new person" spells last a day before needing to be re-cast and do not take that much energy to maintain

Calligramancy - Effect: Minor, You can animate small origami creatures to have them deliver messages, or just be cute. You can fold a sheet of paper into a pocket knife or dart. You can create invisible inks or notes only readable by certain people. You can induce the ink from ONE page to reproduce into a copy of that page. You can cause any written message you can touch to alter itself. You can create paper charms which give a temporary boost to an object's luck when affixed to that object. (Only 1 charm can be used at a time)

Kinetic Magic - Effect: Minor, You can shove things with your mind -- the heavier, the more difficult the spell (Limit 100 lbs). You can cause small objects to explode by touching them and imbuing them with kinetic magic.



Combat weaknesses:
Bright lights can be debilitating to her due to the physical make up of her eyes
Being touched by a stranger can temporarily debilitate her due to her hidden fear of strangers
Being slight of stature makes her more susceptible to attack
Her calligramancy can only be done if she has a writing instrument and paper.


Character Backstory:
Code Name: Project Cavilian
Species Code: 013
Species Subset: Cavilian Humanoid
Sepecies Elements: Human/Witch/Slaugh
Biogeneticist in Charge: Dr. Albin Cavilis
Project Mission: Project Cavilian is the relaunch of Yunokawa Labratories original Gene Splicing program. Project Cavilian marks the genetic splicing between Homosapians and Supernaturals.
Sub File: Species 013
Description: Thirteenth attempt at the creation of a Cavilian humanoid, genetic composition consisting of Slaugh, Human, and Witch appears to be the most successful combination. Resulted in nearly alien offspring. Subject has navy blue hair, silver pupil-less eyes, and pale skin with an almost grey undertone. Further testing on subject's eyesight will occur at a later date.

   Entry 1: Post-Birth Testing proves encouraging. Subject named 013 appears to have normal vital signs. Subject's responses to outward stimuli are in range for the average human child. Infant weighs 4.25 Kilograms, and is 50.8 centimeters in length.
Files...corrupted...error...
   Entry 6: Intelligence tests have begun. Subject has begun minor education at the human age of 6 years. 013 appears to have high intelligence for their age group. Subject appears to show great interest in literature, as well as art.
[Redacted]
Entry 10: 013 is now the human age of 10 years and has shown great promise. As a test for 013's adaptability amongst the average human, subject will be taken to the zoo for her birthday.
Entry 10 - A: 013 is no longer allowed outside the facility as they have argued with their guardians about bringing strays and squirrels back to the laboratory to care for them.
Error...Missing...Data..
Entry 12: 013 is now 12 human years of age and is showing signs of early onset Puberty. 013 will be kept under close observation by female staff.
   Entry 13: 013 is now 13 years of age. Subject is becoming increasingly irritable, and their behaviour is increasingly erratic.
  Entry 14: 013 is now 14 years of age. Subject's conscious has evolved to that of a human female much older than 013's current age. Subject is now demanding to be allowed outside of the laboratory and freedom to wander the grounds. Subject's requests have been denied on several occasions.
  Entry 14 - A: Subject is becoming increasingly unpredictable and has to be kept under sedation. Subject is also soothed when staff introduces typical human pop-culture, various literary items, and artistic tools.
   Entry 15: Subject has entered full on puberty. 013's behaviour has become erratic. Subject tends to show signs of severe emotional distress one week a month now. Female staff are on hand to assist Subject 013 as required.
   Entry 16: Dr. Cavilis is employing the use of a new tool to 013's daily Regimen. 013 is now sedated and placed in a specialized storing facility during resting hours.
   Error...Data..File..Damaged
   Entry 18: Subject is now 18 human years of age. 013 currently resides in a severely sedated state or kept with in the stasis chamber. Dr. Cavilis speaks of starting 'Fertility Testing' on subject 013.
   Entry 18 - A: Dr. Cavilis' 'Fertility' testing has failed 8 times, Staff is now at unrest over treatment of 013 and raising questions on the treatment of other Project Cavilian subjects.
   Entry 18 - B: The Fertility testing has stopped permanently as per word has passed outside of Laboratory gates, and the media notified. Public Unrest has begun over the awareness of Project Cavilian's existence.
 -End Data file-

She had awoken again. Once again it was not all the way, but just enough for her senses to register her surroundings. The slosh of the chemical tank she was followed by the same stench, that would normally burn the nose hairs out of any normal human being, seeping into her mask. The woman had been there so long it was the only scent she knew. The loud hiss of her breathing apparatus filled her ears, and the sudden pop of the mask coming off. The over powering stench of the chemicals should have woken her up, but the man who kept her locked away kept her sedated just enough. The one carrying her took the protective covering off her head, and suddenly she felt cold metal on her back. There was no talking, just shuffling footsteps, clattering of utensils, and the occasional bout of pure unadulterated silence. Then it happened sharp metal pierced her skin and her senses began to scream. Testing... again, no… no it was something else, what was happening? This was a new sensation as the air was pulled into her lungs as her body forced her to take a deep breath of air. Her eyes snapped open revealing an eerie hue of pupil-less, shining silver, when the light hit their surface it glittered like that of a night creature. She looked around for the one who had woken her but no one was there. In the distance gun shots were heard. Screams of dying people shattered the silence and chilling her to the bone for a moment.

Her senses adjusted and her mind went primal. Run or Fight…Run or Fight. In her head she thought she heard a voice chanting her options over and over, “Run or fight! Run or Fight! RUN OR FIGHT WOMAN! Choose…Choose or die trying to…” Her mind was made up; she would do both. Run when she needed to, fight when she had to. After her decision took hold, she kept a calm mentality as she plotted her escape plan. Her long hair clung to her in a soaked darkened mess. 013 began stretching her body out and attempting to move. The thrill of possibly being free hit her with a swift adrenaline increase. The young woman swung herself off the metal table she had been laid on. Her first few steps took much effort, and before she got too far she stumbled and fell. Colors shifted and blared in her sight as the impact caused her to hit her head upon the cold tile floors. Darkness began to swim in her vision taking over the light and color as she began to pass out from exertion. The young woman pulled herself up with the what was left of her strength, choosing to let adrenaline take hold.  She pressed her body to the cold, white tiled walls and felt the chill seep into her bare skin. The young woman began to look at herself for a moment realizing that she needed a warm change of clothing.

She waited just long enough to make sure no one was coming down the hall, and then she ran for it. Her thoughts went to where she might find clothes, and she remembered one of the team members that used to experiment on her had spoken of a locker room where they had left their things. In her mind she tried to put the word together and remember what they were talking about. While she was thinking she opened several doors and eventually found one with the label L O C K E R R O O M. She tried really hard to remember the educational experiments that had been done to see if she could learn. Realizing what the letters spelled out, a wide grin spread across her lips and she walked carefully into the room while making sure no one was going to ambush her. When she walked in the first thing she noticed was a large gym bag with an all-black set of gym clothes that included pants, sweat shirt, sports bra, socks, and shoes. 013 dug around in locker after locker for things to bath after locking the door. She hated the smell of the chemicals that covered her skin, and she wanted to scrub what hasn’t burned into her skin. Her hands from the tips of her fingers to the mid-portion of her hand had been injured years ago in extended testing of the healing properties of her skin. The outer portion of the blackened area was permanently ringed in a thin line of bright red. The burns no longer hurt her and she looked at her hands and the long, blackened claws that extended from each finger. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she silently collected her bathing materials and she wandered to the showers to bath quickly before someone noticed that someone was still alive. Suddenly realizing that the sounds had stopped, she tilted her head up to listen. No more gun fire was happening outside, and suddenly she felt the need to wash even faster. 013 hopped in the shower, bathed, dried with a towel from the gym bag. She felt like she finally was getting free. Then she remembered that she needed a name, and some way to get away from the lab.

013 refused to give up and threw on the clothes that she had found and decided to look around again. She covered her head with the hood, hid her hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt and decided to keep moving. A few minutes later she tripped over a fleshy lump on the ground. She had turned down a darkened hallway and there was no telling what she had fallen on. Lifting the hood from her face 013 looked down to see she was laying on the body of a deceased woman. She had no time to flinch or recoil from what had happened, and instead she just acted. 013 went through the dead woman’s pockets finding money, bank cards, credit cards, and a driver’s license. Upon further searching she also discovered car keys and a cell phone that could give her the time. 013 took a few minutes to look at the license and discovered an eerie resemblance to what she had seen in the mirror before. The dead woman’s name was Willamina Drukari, and she was about the same age. 013 decided that the name would work for her own. Taking what she had found, she then stood, pocketed the items and began moving again. Her body raged at her for having some real food, and she looked around for the cafeteria. Her gaze then focused on the white glowing mists floating over the bodies that she now saw scattered around the hall. Suddenly something in her twisted, her head leaned back as her eyes rolled back as she began to breath in the white mists. After the last one finally seeped its way down her throat she collapsed onto the ground.

A loud blast shook the complex as a bomb went off and woke Willamina from her dazed sprawl upon the floor. As she shook off the dazed feeling, Willamina realized that she was no longer hungry. The thought struck her as odd as she ran down the hallway looking for an exit. She raced around searching before finding a room with large first floor windows. The young woman raced to the windows and attempted to open them. They refused to open and the young woman got angry. As her rage grew at the windows they suddenly exploded into thousands of tiny pieces. Before Mina really thought about what had happened, she launched herself out the window and began racing away while hoping no one saw her. As she ran she heard people screaming for the closure and end of Yunokawa International Laboratories. Willamina decided then it was best to not look back and rather move forward. Eventually finding her way to a gas station she decided to look in their bathroom mirror just to make sure her new ID would work.  Wandering into the single person restroom she pulled down her hood and looked in the mirror. Her eyes were very strange from the humans she had seen wandering into the gas station. Her pupil-less eyes looked like silvery voids, and then she saw it… Willamina had a third eye. She stared at it for a moment before it disappeared again. Mina jumped backwards with a loud yelp, and began to prod at her forehead checking for the third eye again. The third eye remained hidden for a long time, and then she began to look at her clawed, shaking hands. She took a deep breath and calmed down before trying to see if her claws would retract. As soon as she had calmed down completely the claws pulled into her hands and all that was left was the inky black marks that were permanently scorched into her skin.

No longer considering herself to be “013”, Mina started to take the time to make her appearance more acceptable to the “normal” people that surrounded her. In time while using much concentration and practice Mina was able to learn to retract her claws, and hide her third eye. She tried her best to still stay out of sight and teach herself about the world around her. Mina was able to reteach herself how to read and then began to explore the internet and its offering in the local library. Those first few months of freedom had been jumping from homeless shelter to homeless shelter. She used that time to learn what was socially acceptable to the rest of the world.  Mina began looking for work and took odd jobs as time rolled on. Eventually she found herself learning how to bar-tend on a yacht that traveled the world. She hopped from place to place for several month learning tools of the trade and drinks from around the world. She learned her love of various cultures, and places while traveling among the crew. Her boss loved her unique appearance and believed it gave the yacht customers a new experience. Each night they would build new yarns as to why her looks were as they were. Sometimes she was a spirit the yacht owner captured and made work on the yacht. Other evenings she was a Goddess who took a corporal form to protect the yacht and its travelers. Most people tended to leave her alone while others would pester her about her appearance being faked or enhanced with stage makeup. Eventually the constant questioning began to wear her down and she decided to return back to Japan and pick up a new path in her life. She used her skills that she had learned working on the yacht to find work. She began to jump from job to job never quite staying in one place. She hopped from working in stores to bars, to whatever odds and ends job someone with a fake identity could find.
Three years after escaping the lab, Mina had finally established herself among the human population. Passing for a nearly normal human with the aid of contacts, and learned to control the appearance of her claws and third eye. As she transitioned through her stage of being just broke out from the laboratory, to who she had become a lot had changed. She had taught herself how to read, how to write, and how to drive. Though she did quite prefer walking where ever she went. Mina had discovered a new city to live in that allowed people just like herself to move in and live their lives. Hajime City, the new start she had decided to engage in became her newest adventure. During her first day Mina met a strange little old woman who decided to strangely offer her a recently empty a rental to her in a bizarre display of complete and utter friendliness. She decided to cautiously, and much against her better judgement to follow the older woman home to see what the rental space looked like. After she realized the living space was filled with the vanillin scent of old books she finally felt like she had come home. Mina moved into the apartment and settled in to the new space well. After she finally became comfortable with her new city she decided it was time to start searching for the one who had saved her after all this time. She had very little to go on other than memories in bits and pieces that floated about her grey matter trying to make her put her surviving moment together. Sounds of their footsteps, and the musculature against her back made her think they were male. She tried to other parts of how she could distinguish them as now her subconscious could decompress how it saw that day’s events. Mina started to go to hypnotherapy to see if her eyes had maybe opened for a short time and if she had seen someone’s features. Slowly she began to dream of a hazy figure telling her that she would be alright and that no matter what she had to live. Mina remembered back to the voice that had told her that she had to fight or run, and the words triggered the memories of her waking minutes after the shot. She had seen a man leaning over her before running off just before Mina passed out again from another sensory overload.