Michalina "Mickie" Lynn Williams - Runninggrass
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Gender: Female Age: 29 Nature: Bear Occupation: Mechanic, Supervisor/Owner of Mickie's Garage Appearance: Dark mocha skin and almost scalp-short ebony hair, Michalina "Mickie! Please!" Williams looks like she's come straight from the dark continent itself. She's slim, well built, with a generous, if not oversized, bust, strong, wide hips, and long fingers. The latter of which are heavily callused, and usually stained with motor oil and axle grease well past the wrist. |
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Usually, Mickie looks like she's scowling, but when she does smile, it's either a small smirk or a wolfish grin. Her eyes are where most of her emotion settle, though. Dark brown, they flash when angry, and sparkle with mirth when she's being mischievous or joking around. Serious or playful, or angry, those eyes are darn pretty.
Mickie dresses in an odd mix of bad-ass biker chick and frilly girl. Leather jackets, jean vests, big belt buckles. . . And lacy or silken skirts, usually, when she's not in uniform. She'll put on pearls and cowry shell necklaces, and pretty metallic bangles. . . And headbang to Classic and Alternative rock.
Mickie dresses in an odd mix of bad-ass biker chick and frilly girl. Leather jackets, jean vests, big belt buckles. . . And lacy or silken skirts, usually, when she's not in uniform. She'll put on pearls and cowry shell necklaces, and pretty metallic bangles. . . And headbang to Classic and Alternative rock.
Shifted Appearance: Mickie's a large, fuzzy American Black Bear with a perpetual scowl. Dark black fur, lightening to dark brown along the edges, covers her body, and her muzzle is a pale, buckskin tan.
Personality: Michalina "I swear to God, if you don't start calling me Mickie, I'll kick the crap outta you." Williams is a strange one. Not your typical bear, she's got a quick temper, a loud voice, and absolutely no sense of family. Actually, that's not true. She does have a family. Her "kids". Mickie mentors troubled kids from the Atlanta and Stone Mountain areas. She gives them a chance, some discipline, and a lot of love. She'd do anything to protect her kids, even from themselves. She's not a spare the rod, spoil the child sort of person, but her own methods of enacting law with the youngsters she mentors is just as efficient, if not more-so, in her opinion. Some of her kids would rather die than face Mickie's justice, or even her ire. |
Outside of work, Micha- "Hmm?" *Cough* Mickie "That's better." Sure thing. . . Anyway, Mickie can be pretty laid back with a beer in her hand and her legs propped up, enjoying a sports game on the TV. (Go Army! Beat Navy! HOO-AH!)
No one much knows about her personal life but her. There are rumors that she's into some pretty hardcore stuff, and no one would be surprised if the rumors were true.
History: Mickie was a born bear, but it was soon apparent she wasn't much like the others. She was a driven, aggressive, powerful female. She didn't take well to rules and hierarchy. . . Well, at least hierarchy where she wasn't at the apex. Always dominant, and also very antisocial, since a bear as young as she wasn't really in any place to be giving orders to anyone else older and wiser. As a result, she was always getting in trouble with either her parents, her elders, or the law.
She spent alot of time in Juvie, and ended up getting stuck in the Army at the age of 18. And then she met a guy. A really amazing guy, she'll tell you, if you can get her to talk about him. Her Commanding Officer. A guy who taught her how to control and channel her aggression and dominance without being a thorn in the side of a local den. He knew what she was, and he didn't care. It was some of the first acceptance she'd ever had in her life.
Mickie spent five years with her CO, learning what he had to teach her about life. She probably could have fallen in love with him, but love wasn't really something on her mind, and getting her life together was. There was no way she was going to get stuck in some. . . Manure. . . Overseas and did her best to keep herself invaluable at home. As it is, they're still friends, and correspond often, sometimes visiting each other during the year.
He helped her not only with her life, but with her schooling and upward motion in the service as well. After almost nine years as an enlisted soldier, the girl, now a woman, landed herself her most recent promotion to Chief Warrant Officer Two in 915A. The timing coincided with the President's State of the Union address that had so many of her shifter brethren up in arms. Well, with the cats. . . And bears. . . out of the bag, she put herself in for a transfer to Stone Mountain. It was time for something new, anyway.
It wasn't long before she started picking up troubled strays from the surrounding area. . . She wanted to give them the chance that she'd been given to get their lives in order and find a place for themselves in the world.
Abilities: Mickie heals exceptionally fast, even for a shifter. The power of her voice, when she decides to holler, could break glass if it was too close.
Weaknesses: Her tinder-box temper is as quick to light up as a dry grass fire, and has the potential to burn long and hot, should the right fuel be placed upon it. She's devoted to her kids, and while that could be seen as a good thing, it can also be used against her.
Quirks: The madder Mickie gets, the louder her voice, and the more prolific the cursing there-in. She loves most types of rock, but will not permit Rap to be played in her bay. Or country music. Everything else can be negotiated.
Weapons: A quick temper and the body of a large, nasty black bear. She's also handy with the odd wrench or pair of pliers laying around. Adept in knives and hand-to-hand combat, she also shoot passably well with an M4 and M16 and owns one operable M1 Gerand that she has hanging above her bed. She can use other "weapons" exceedingly well, though she doesn't get the chance to use THEM very often.
Family:
Estranged:
Mother
Father
Brother
Vehicle: 2011 Harley-Davidson FLSTC Heritage Softail Classic, in yellow and black.
Home: Stone Mountain Military Barracks, Officer Housing
No one much knows about her personal life but her. There are rumors that she's into some pretty hardcore stuff, and no one would be surprised if the rumors were true.
History: Mickie was a born bear, but it was soon apparent she wasn't much like the others. She was a driven, aggressive, powerful female. She didn't take well to rules and hierarchy. . . Well, at least hierarchy where she wasn't at the apex. Always dominant, and also very antisocial, since a bear as young as she wasn't really in any place to be giving orders to anyone else older and wiser. As a result, she was always getting in trouble with either her parents, her elders, or the law.
She spent alot of time in Juvie, and ended up getting stuck in the Army at the age of 18. And then she met a guy. A really amazing guy, she'll tell you, if you can get her to talk about him. Her Commanding Officer. A guy who taught her how to control and channel her aggression and dominance without being a thorn in the side of a local den. He knew what she was, and he didn't care. It was some of the first acceptance she'd ever had in her life.
Mickie spent five years with her CO, learning what he had to teach her about life. She probably could have fallen in love with him, but love wasn't really something on her mind, and getting her life together was. There was no way she was going to get stuck in some. . . Manure. . . Overseas and did her best to keep herself invaluable at home. As it is, they're still friends, and correspond often, sometimes visiting each other during the year.
He helped her not only with her life, but with her schooling and upward motion in the service as well. After almost nine years as an enlisted soldier, the girl, now a woman, landed herself her most recent promotion to Chief Warrant Officer Two in 915A. The timing coincided with the President's State of the Union address that had so many of her shifter brethren up in arms. Well, with the cats. . . And bears. . . out of the bag, she put herself in for a transfer to Stone Mountain. It was time for something new, anyway.
It wasn't long before she started picking up troubled strays from the surrounding area. . . She wanted to give them the chance that she'd been given to get their lives in order and find a place for themselves in the world.
Abilities: Mickie heals exceptionally fast, even for a shifter. The power of her voice, when she decides to holler, could break glass if it was too close.
Weaknesses: Her tinder-box temper is as quick to light up as a dry grass fire, and has the potential to burn long and hot, should the right fuel be placed upon it. She's devoted to her kids, and while that could be seen as a good thing, it can also be used against her.
Quirks: The madder Mickie gets, the louder her voice, and the more prolific the cursing there-in. She loves most types of rock, but will not permit Rap to be played in her bay. Or country music. Everything else can be negotiated.
Weapons: A quick temper and the body of a large, nasty black bear. She's also handy with the odd wrench or pair of pliers laying around. Adept in knives and hand-to-hand combat, she also shoot passably well with an M4 and M16 and owns one operable M1 Gerand that she has hanging above her bed. She can use other "weapons" exceedingly well, though she doesn't get the chance to use THEM very often.
Family:
Estranged:
Mother
Father
Brother
Vehicle: 2011 Harley-Davidson FLSTC Heritage Softail Classic, in yellow and black.
Home: Stone Mountain Military Barracks, Officer Housing