#inb4 no one's reading all that kaeri !

[girlfox]

✧    𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , 「     ALTERNATE UNIVERSE     」  © art

You are proficient in the medicinal properties of the realm's sparse flora. Making use of your knowledge, you are able to craft herbal concoctions to hasten your healing speed by 10% / 25% / 30% and passively heal for a percentage of 5% / 10% / 15% of your maximum health over time.

The scent of blood flares your senses, putting you on edge. Injured allies are highlighted. While healing an injured ally, you give in to your animalistic nature and consume some of their blood. Doing so grants you 1 token, up to 3 tokens for every survivor assisted. Being struck by a killer automatically expends 1 token, granting you Endurance. While downed, you can manually expend 3 tokens to recover and gain Haste for 5 / 8 / 10 seconds. However, you gain the Deep Wound status effect.

You are nimble and swift, inhumanly so━━a predator acting the prey. You make 50% less sound when vaulting and sprinting, and gain 20% / 30% / 40% Haste for 3 seconds after vaulting while you are being chased.

𝐆𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. For four hundred years, Ahri had made her way through - out the world in a stupor of ravenous hunger; unwilling to relent in the pursuit of rapture. A KUMIHO OF LEGEND━━━thought to be a mythological creature spun by the minds of the fantastical; yet very much real, intertwining with humanity in her very own disguise. From the streets of London, to the lively alley ways of Rome, and finally in her home of South Korea, the Fox left a wake of gore and viscera in her path, filling her belly to the brim.

In 1891, she would perform her greatest act of slaughter, consuming the bodies and souls of 136 humans over the span of one month, completely giving in to the animalistic, carnal urge to devour without remorse. However, the consequences of her haphazard killing spree would result in the Fox being forced to run away once more, though now slovenly and over-full from the sheer quantity of souls she'd consumed.

Hibernation took place in a small, seaside town outside of Seoul. For several years, Ahri laid low in hiding from the colossal uproar now reaching across Korea, and for a time, got away with it. Though she abstained from feeding until 1991, too spiritually full. That same year, Ahri changed her name and took up an old flower shop, resolving to attempt a life of normalcy until her fox bead ceased to swell with power, at least.

Some years later, in 1994, Ahri would meet the newfound love of her life: an artist, who would spend days 'pon lackadaisical days painting her, unknowingly capturing the portrait of a murderous beast. Relishing in the adoration, the Fox simply enjoyed her simple life, putting her past in the back of her mind.

[ ... ] It was a cool summer night when Ahri killed again. In a haze of romance and blinding trust, she revealed her nature to him, tails and claws and all. Her artist's reaction was not what she had anticipated nor hoped for, and ended in gore once more. Ahri ate his heart, his liver, and his soul. He would become one with her.

In a frenzied panic, his body was clumsily discarded of. Three days later, it would be found and set off a large spanning police investigation as the method was all too similar to the mass killer of 1891. A copy-cat, authorities thought. When the investigation brought them to the deceased's home, stacks of paintings of the Fox were strewn about everywhere; and with the realization that she, the lover, had mysteriously disappeared, the spotlight turned to Ahri.

With authorities hot on her tail, Ahri fled once more. Perhaps foolishly, she visited her flower shop first to collect a personal affect that now held great meaning to her: a twin charm of little flowers encased in resin orbs, no larger than a key chain. A gift from him. Immersed in the emotion it gave her to look down on it, a flashing red and blue light suddenly cast through her shop's windows, bringing her to the present once more.

Though sirens would soon fade out into a distant sound, her environment encased in a thick, dark fog... around her, the flower shop turned into dense forest. ❛ YOU'RE TRAPPED, LITTLE FOX. ❜ A voice taunted somewhere in the fog. Then, screaming; a thousand blood-curdling wails that overtook her, until Ahri lost consciousness. In her heart of hearts, she knew these were the sounds of the lives she'd taken, and this was her penance: to relive their deaths over and over and over again.

Focuses on looping the Killer and feeding off of other injured survivors to empower herself.

Is keenly aware of the entity's cycle that she's stuck in; each loop stays with her, as do the memories of her victims.

Has been in the realm for a very, very long time at this point. She's given up counting the days.

While her experiences in the realm have taught her a deeper sense of humility, Ahri is predisposed to look out for herself first. She has a strong sense of empathy for other survivors and has no qualms with helping others, even using her swiftness to unhook and keep the Killer distracted. However, when it comes down to the line, she'll prioritize herself. She is empathetic, but not selfless.

She has fleeting bonds with the other survivors, but tends to stay at arms length. Ahri feels deeply, and creating relationships with others in this environment is only spelling tragedy for either of them.

Actively taunts Killers. She's most certainly not afraid to talk herself up or teasingly flirt with them from afar just to egg them on and keep their attention on the Fox. Ahri is nimble as a fox, and twice as fast; she's slippery and hard to catch, and can keep a tunneling Killer on a leash for a substantial amount of time. Yes, Killers think she's annoying.

Isn't hooked incredibly often, but every time she is, it's with a sense of impending dread like most. She's not immune to the cosmic terror that the Entity instills on it's prey, not completely. Her hope tends to falter at times but it's usually quick to strength once more.

For many survivors, her reputation is precarious at best. Consuming the blood of other survivors isn't a good look.

Has, in the past, tried to maim Killers. In the heat of it, she's all tooth and claw and animal, and has shown them this part of herself openly. Unfortunately, it didn't end well. It comes out when she's dying and bleeding out, but otherwise she's smarter than that now.

Tends to a little patch of unique flora somewhere just beyond the campfire that she spends a lot of time in when she's not in an arena. She studies the plants there, honing her knowledge and finding a tiny bit of respite within it.