Tova

Tova

“Oops.”

Description

5'8" of athlete. She's not bulky, but definitely sleekly muscled. Her skin is a generic, mixed pedigree hue with olive notes. Tova's thick black hair is kept to a short length - just enough for a small ponytail at the base of her neck. Eyes are a dark brown with lighter striations.

Clothing is typical and practical. Jeans or cotton shorts, depending on weather. Tanks or tees or cute tops that vary based on weather and mood. Shoes are high end running sneakers.
Merits: Acute Senses (All), Animal Magnetism.

Backstory

Tova is the product of spending high school doing track and cheer, then going home to unwind with MMO's. After high school, she got pulled to help in one of those questionably shoddy gyms where the hardcore people go. In turn, the guys she was helping with flexibility and speed, taught her more about strength and fighting - for self-defense. By the time she was twenty-five, she was starting to make a name for herself in the San Antonio, Texas MMA circuit... when she wasn't running raids with her Guild or coding up new mods or rebuilding computers.
Snagged up in a dead-and-dump Embrace by a coyote, she woke up in Seattle, Washington, and spent the first five years of her night-time existence trying to figure out what the hell she was even doing. Eventually making her way down the coast to San Francisco on May 12th, 2021.

RP Hooks

TBD

Contacts

Walter Step-Sire. At least he doesn't give her curfews.

Greenthumbs Slimy Bad Boy.

Gallery

Name:	Tova
Apparent Age:	20-something
Nationality:	Olive-hued mutt
Nature:	Soldier
Demeanor:	Bon Vivant

Sick Tunes

Cross yourself every time you see me

I disrupt your beliefs

I’m ruining your day with my dead pale face

I don’t care about you being triggered

Wild dogs are afraid both of me and of fire

That’s not a coincidence

- Ic3peak, Sad Bitch