Post by Jeanne Garou on Aug 24, 2021 23:43:23 GMT -5
-Opening-
Member's Discord Name (include nicknames): Cinnamon#6362
Password 1: Black Hole
Password 2: Moon Pray
Type: Brave
Rank: Mercenary
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-Basic Information-
Name: Garou, Jeanne
Age of Death: 29
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 30
Birthday (Month/Day): 08/13
Blood Type: B-
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: 8'11 (271 cm)/262 (118 kg)
Physical Description:
Standing a good deal above the average human, this imposing figure of a woman is pretty easy to spot on a crowd, even among those of her own beastly kin. Her head resembles that one of a wolf, perhaps one mixed with a hint of doberman blood if her thin upright ears are anything to go by, along side a pair of almost unnatural bright yellow eyes. While her head's adorned with a distinctly human like mane of long black hair, the rest of her body is still covered by a thick coat of hard black fur, a silver choker sometimes adorning her neck. Her well toned body and relatively prominent muscles barely hidden away by the fur, though they're considerably harder to notice underneath whatever clothes she might be wearing as long as she's not actively flexing.
Besides the head and fur however, the rest of her anatomy is distinctly humanoid, with all it's little caveats. Relatively normal if big hands and feet, each with the correct amount of fingers and toes on each and much to her eternal relief, no tail to speak of. The biggest difference would be her nail that take the form of sharp, elongated black claws, though these are usually hidden underneath a pair of black gloves she's fond of wearing outside of fights.
Speaking of which, her clothes range from the plain and utilitarian, to considerably more stylized depending on what she feels like that day. These come in the form of either simple shirts and tanktops of dull greys, alongside blue jeans, or the more fashionable black pants and black suit with blue trimmings along her shoulder area, white shirt and blue tie included. The only thing that doesn't change are her aforementioned black gloves, and an assortment of wine colored combat boots.
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-Personality-
Dislikes:
Bodies of water: Have you ever taken in the "lovely" smell of a wet dog? If so then you probably can understand why Jeanne is particularly averse to any amount of water bigger than a bottle, doubly so if its in her way to a destination. If she absolutely must go into one, expect for her to swear up a storm for the remainder of the day.
Humans: While never outright hate, she has a general low opinion for her former, unbeastly kin. If she's feeling particularly polite she'll ignore them and barely acknowledge their existance unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise she tends to be pretty snide and dismissive, sometimes even outright hostile if she feels she can get away with it. Smaller or younger humans are partially exempt from this. It's not their fault to be born a week smoothskin, after all.
Hypocrisy: There are very few things that Jeanne hates more than someone that doesn't hold themselves to their supposed beliefs or the same standards they judge others by. If you aren't strong enough or brave enough to manage that kind of consistency, she has nothing but disdain in store for you.
Boredom: While you'd be hard pressed to find anyone that actually enjoys boredom, the lenghts Jeanne would go to avoid the dreaded feeling are rather extreme, if given the chance, up to the point of maybe breaking things that don't belong to her if she feels she can get away with it.
Strong perfumes: As a beastmen, Jeanne's sense are considerably more sensitive and developed than the average human, so the pungent stench of a fake fragrance hurts her nostrils like no other. Doesn't help she feels people wearing such strong, tacky smells are usually the type to hide stuff from her. After all if you hide something as basic and personal as your smell, what's keeping you from hiding everything else?
Dress codes: word of advice? Never tell her what she's supposed to wear. Unless it's an absolute must for something she REALLY wants to accomplish, she'll promptly ignore your request and keep dressing in whatever way she may please. She couldn't care less how she looks, true, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want a say in it.
Likes:
Bravery: If there's something that will earn Jeanne's respect quickly, it's people unafraid of putting themselves in the face of danger willingly. It doesn't matter if it's for selfless or selfish reasons, she'll think a lot highly of anyone willing to get things done even if that puts them in peril. Doubly so if it's against uneven odds, hell she might lend a hand in that case just out of respect.
Fire: In a bit of a morbidly ironic twist of fate, Jeanne feels pretty damn comfortable and at peace when it proximity to the most prevalent element of her death. Whether warming herself next to a fireplace or a pyre, cooking something on a stove or even having a humble matchstick to light something, being in the general vicinity of fire is a good way to improve her mood considerably.
Smoking: As the saying goes "old habits die hard". And her enjoyment for a good smoke seems like something that will hardly be dying any time soon. Having developed a bit of a preference for pipes over regular cigarettes, it's rare to find Jeanne without a smoking pipe in her grasp. Helps that she doesn't has to worry about any of it's health ruining side effects anymore, not that she's knowledgeable or well read enough to even be aware of them.
Meat: Not in that way, you perv. While she's not particularly picky about what she eats, as long as it's actual food, she unsurprisingly has a soft spot for anything meat related, be it fish, chicken, steak, you name it. If it was a living, breathing animal at some point chances are she'll enjoy it, doubly so after it's been put through a pan or grill.
A good fight: Unsurprisingly, for someone as volatile as she is there's a reason she's quick to engage in trading blows whenever the oportunity arises. It's not only that it comes naturally to her, it's that she just has a good time being amidst combat. While the more life threatening the fight the more serious she tensd to take it, it's not uncommon to see her fight tooth and nail but with a grin plastered on her muzzle. It's the ultimate stress reliever, or so she says, and a great way to really know how someone truly is deep down.
Cats: Ironically, even after taking on the form of the proverbial antithesis to felines everywhere, this is something of a soft spot that carried over from her time as a living human. A complicated mixture of respect for a creature so unashamedly hedonistic, and (as much as she would hate to admit it) just finding them plain adorable.
Music: It is well known that "music soothes the savage beast", and Jeanne is a great living example of a saying being able to be applied literally. It doesn't really matter what kind of genre or quality of music she hears, as long as it's sufficiently uptempo there's a good chance it will at is worst get a slight smirk out of her, at best get her to tap her feet to the beat.
Flaws:
Brutally honest: Jeanne is not very well versed in such silly notions as tact, and as such she has a hard time not stating her opinion as bluntly and directly as she can, barely accounting for the other person's feelings or reaction. She really can't help herself and isn't even sure what's the big deal about it. People shouldn't lie, right?
Short fuse: Perhaps because of how she met a violent end, perhaps it's all the bottled up emotions from her past life finally manifesting, or maybe she just stopped caring, but whatever the reason is one thing's clear: it takes very little to get Jeanne riled up. She might not be shouting in your face for something relatively minor like accidentally bumping into her or calling her names, but unless you're significantly stronger you should seriously consider apologizing. Otherwise that glaring, growling beast in front of you might choose to escalate the violence rather quick.
Impatient: Patience is considered a virtue, and much like many other such virtues, Jeanne has very little of it. If she wants something, that something either come along quick or at least show a sign, else her disinterest will quickly grow, and that's if she's feeling charitable. Otherwise it might be just be the excuse she needs for her anger to explode yet again.
Easily distracted: Like stated above, her insterest on things wanes and rises sporadically like the tide of a stormy sea, her attention quickly shifting to other more interesting pursuits or even things in her vicinity unless she feels mentally engaged enough. Needless to say, this makes her a really lousy partner for casual conversation, unless of course there's something in it for her, but sometimes even that might not be enough to hold her interest for too long.
Habits:
Smoking: Well, of course something you enjoy can become a habit if you do it enough. And Jeanne smokes almost as much as she breathes. Call it addiction (and it most likely is) but she'd much rather at least have a pipe tucked away in her pocket at all times just in case. It's to the point you most likely find her at some point idly gnawing on an unlit cigar or pipe if she somehow couldn't light it, anything to help keep the horrible boredom at bay.
Strong body language: As a beastwoman that doesn't like wasting her breath, she's grown quite acostumed to expressing herself through movement alone, using exaggerated arm movements or just accompanying her words with brusque hand gestures and head movements, or even pushing others around if her point isn't clear enough.
Cracking joints: Whether to relieve tension, getting ready for or coming out of a tussle, or just whenever she's bored she has a compulsion for making her joints go snap crackle and pop, particularly the neck.
Fears:
Deep water: Remember when I said she didn't like bodies of water? Here's the other reason: she's mortally afraid of drowning, but more specifically of drowning in a deep, cold and black abyss from where you can never come back from. There doesn't even need to be any tangible danger in the water like a bigger predator, the thought of falling in is enough to make her think twice about even getting into a boat.
Helplessness: From what little she remembers (or thinks she remembers) from her past life, she knows a lack of agency or control over her life at some point lead only to pain and sorrow, so to go through anything like that again would be a fate considerably worst than death. The possibility of being trapped, locked away, forced into something, or generally having her autonomy stripped away it's enough to keep her in line and not go about causing too much trouble, or messing with the wrong people. If forced into a situation similar to that it's very likely for her menacing air to shift into one of complete and utter despair.
Goals:
Power: A relatively simple and straightforward sounding desire, but one that certainly goes beyond mere power for it's own sake. Those who have power don't need to follow orders, or fear being struck down by those above or below (usually). Therefore, if she manages to become strong enough, she's set for life and doesn't have to worry for her own safety ever again, or at least that's the plan. Ruling over other's with said power would be a nice bonus too, but it's completely secondary to her and not something she would actively pursue, though she won't say no if it ever happens to come her way.
Alignment: Passive Neutral,
Overall Personality: Brash and brusque, yet somehow still quiet and reserved most of the time. A loner during the best of times, Jeanne is not really a people's person...or an animal person. Or really much for socializing in general unless she needs to or is forced to. In such ocassions she tends to take a more passive, reactive role in conversations, usually letting the other person take the lead and, if she feels engaged enough, actually reply, though always with rather curt and even rude mannerisms, as if wanting this conversation to end as fast as possible, one way or another. Getting more than a few syllables long response from her it's rare, but doable with enough prodding, though you might not like what she has to say if you keep pestering her like so. Otherwise she tries to keep to herself and not get in the way of others, bumping smaller people aside on the sidewalk aside, of course. She can't be arsed to look down at her feet all day just because others somehow have trouble avoiding the colossal wolf women coming their way.
She considers herself somewhat of a free spirit, if a bit on the clearly hedonistic side. If it causes her some amusement or enjoyment, she's bound to at least give it a shot. And if she ends up liking it, you can bet she'll be adding it to the list of leisurly activities she tends to fill her day with when she has free time to spare, which is rather often. Basically, if she's not having a good time or doing something she wants then it might as well be a waste of time for her. The one exception being work, as while she usually doesn't enjoy it unless it involves fighting somehow, she's at least aware enough that enduring some hours of boredom and hard work continue to enable her to fuel her hedonistic desires later, so it's worth the hassle.
While not dumb by any stretch she has a bit of trouble wrapping her head around more complex thoughts and abstract concepts, like any form of science or math related subject. Hell, there's a good chance she doesn't fully know how to read, but that's something she would rather keep to herself. On top of that, her somewhat socially stunted side rears it's ugly head whenever things like sayings or expressions come up. You could even say she's a bit literal minded, sometimes taking certain idioms and forms of speech at face value without ever fully grasping their real meaning. Yet amusingly enough, she's well aware of how sarcasm works, and she's not above using it on the rare ocassions she feels chatty enough.
Still she can be rather curious when she wants it, and if something catches her interest enough she'll be more than happy to spend the remainder of her day or night pursuing whatever it was that caught her eye. The more it can potentially benefit her the better obviously.
And in keeping with her tendency to react in extremes, if you engage her in something beyond a "friendly" conversation, say like a brawl, her brain seems to switch gears almost immediatelly and her personality as well seems to pull a 180. She turns into a louder, somehow angrier beastly whirlwind of a woman, what little coherent sentences and words she might be able to get out in the midst of guttural growls and snarls tend to be usually and ironically ones of pure elation, clearly revelling in the carnage she's now in the middle of. Of course once things eventually wind down she's quick to return to her usual, slightly more muted self, though depending on how things went you might find her smiling ear to ear after the ordeal, satisfied with herself.
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-Powers-
Fighting Style: Since she lacks any good tools for long range fights, Jeanne's style is all about sticking close to her enemy and never letting them go, trying to give them as little of a breathing room as possible, her dirty and unpolished style indicative of her street fighting approach to fights. In an ideal circumstance, she tends to relentlessly pummel her foe with a seemingly endless barrage of knee and elbow attacks, if possible aiming for the head, putting as much of her weight behind each movement as possible. If that fails she's content to go for good old punching, sometimes throwing in a slash with her open hand and long claws to throw her opponent off. If all else fails, trying to tackle her enemy to the ground is also a viable tactic.
Of course, this is all implying a perfect situation for her where she's the one pulling the strings of the fight, dictating the pace at which her enemy will eventually succumb. But she knows better than to expect every, if any fight to go like that so for more serious, proper engagements against foes she hasn't gotten a full read on? Well then she takes it slowly, more methodically, pulling her punches and slowly poking her foe's defense to try to either bait a first move, or find a weakspot in their defense, quick but weak low kicks here, a fast punch aimed high there, and just generally using moves that don't leave her open for longer than she needs to. If the foe takes the bait however, she'll be the one to go on the defensive for a bit, trying to see just how far they might go in their retaliation. And if she notices them hesitating well, she'll most likely try to push back, perhaps even going for the mother of all suckerpunches if she sees fit.
If she were to engage someone significantly stronger than her, quite simply she'd resort to the dirtiest tactics possible, though: low blows, attacking blindspots, going for the eyes or any sensitive spot, the usual fare. Of course, that's assuming she can get close enough without getting obliterated in a single stroke, in which case (provided she doesn't have an easier out of the fight) she'll resort to being purely on the defensive, trying to weather out the storm until her oponnent finally shows signs of slowing down, or even better tiring out. As soon as she sees that and if she's still standing, she'll be all too happy to repay them in kind for what they just put her through.
And for ranged combat? The one she's particularly weak and hopeless against? Well, that's a tricky question. She doesn't really have much in the way of options for forcing them to get in her range, nor a way to properly protect herself from them outside good dodging, cover or hoping her opponent has incredibly lousy aim. Ideally she'd try to wait and hope for them to get close enough to attempt to meet them half way, but at the end of day and much to her dismay, those that can stay at range will tend to hold a big advantage over Jeanne.
Last but not least, once she activates her release...well frankly her style doesn't change much. While admitedly it does make her feel on a bit of a power high the most it changes for her approach to fights is making her moves ever so slightly flashier, if not to throw her enemy off then just to wow herself, adding a bit more flair to her kicks by maybe replacing a more normal kick for a roundhouse, or bringing down both of her hands grasped tightly together over someone's head, not unlike a someone holding a rock. Really, she just becomes even more agressive and reckless, trying to capitalize on this power boost while it lasts.
Yaseishin Name: Allumer la Flamme (Ignite the Flame)
Yaseishin Appearance:First off her eyes change to an eerie, fiery orange glow as the air around her visibly distort with heat, her muzzle following suit with a similarly unnatural glow like her eyes. Her very blood soon seem to ignite as the now glowing veins of her body are taken over by the same light, leading to her entire frame being covered by many lines and streaks of orange light that are visible even through both her fur and clothes.
Yaseishin Overall Theme:Allumer la Flamme is, quite simply, Jeanne forcing her blood to reach almost melting point levels of extreme heat, not unlike that felt during her very last moments, her rage made manifest in the purest manner possible. What this allows her to do is usually considerably less flashy than some of her peers, as it's mostly giving herself a significant boost to her combat options, making her body even more of a weapon than before. As it turns out, she has a small degree of control over where the blood can build up and accumulate via flexing her muscles a certain way, thus momentarily slowing the flow of blood enough for it to build up in a desired point. Obviously, this is easier to achieve in limbs and parts of her body she can actually tense up.
Once the blood actually builds up? Well a number of interesting things happens. For starters having boiling hot blood obviously makes the body temperature of Jeanne's rise up. Dramatically. As such being reached by an attack from her can be the equivalent of being hit by a hot pan taken straight out of the oven, or a somehow solid piece of liquid, red hot metal. Much like said metal however, her body seems to harden to some extent as she trades blows and is struck in turn, giving her a bit of a minor defensive edge as well. And last but relatively least all things considered, since her blood is indeed incredibly hot, any blood spilled from her has the potential of causing some burns to any oponent unlucky enough to be caught near the "splash" zone (pun intended).
Yaseishin Techniques:
Fan the Fire (Class 6): Allumer le Flamme at it's most basic. By tensing up and flexing the muscles of a desired location in her body she can slow the bloodflow enough for it to build up in a specific spot, essentially making that spot now a blunt or cutting weapon with enough heat to light particularly flammable materials like wood on fire, to say nothing of the possible damage she can deal if such a strike can land on an unprotected spot.
Strike the Iron (Class 6): Tensing up a part of her body that has been recently heated up or struck, she can use it to somewhat lessen the damage from an ensuing attack, as long as it's physical in nature. Because this technique requires a body part that has already been heated up to some extent, it means she can't use this on the same post her Release is activated, or until she has made contact with a target at least once (regardless of if she landed a blow or she received one).
Feel the Heat (Class 6): Jeanne's closest thing to a ranged technique. By building up heat in her fists, after pulling a motion reminiscent of a corkscrew punch she can use her beast like strength to almost bend the air and send a compressed blast of pure hot air towards an enemy up to 10 feet away. While not as damaging as direct strike it can be enough to cause some pain and put an enemy offbalance, allowing her to close in the gap.
Yaseishin Enhancements: -
Other Techniques: -
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-History-
Birthplace:
France
Current Residence:
Soul Society
Memorable Figures:
Marie Garou (her sister)
Maurice Theroux (her poor excuse for a husband)
History:
Part 1: Human Life
Jeanne's life started as mundane as one's life can, born a healthy baby girl to the loving marriage of the Garous, a small family born and raised in the town of Guéret, France. Her childhood was a simple, uneventful one, tussling and playing with her older sister here, making friends in school there, and generally being a happy, carefree kid. Ever since she was a kid, she showed great apreciation and care for all manner of animals, to the tiny snails slowly crawling on her home's garden to the stray cat that had taken a liking for sleeping on their roof and showed no signs of leaving unless it rained. It came as no surprise then when her parents found her feeding the little feline leftovers she had taken from out of their fridge.
While she did found herself grounded for the rest of the weekend for that, it didn't compare to the joy of her parents finally letting her adopt the small cat, whom she and her sister played with and spoiled almost every day. At least until one fateful day the cat was...nowhere to be seen. She searched for him in every nook and cranny of the home, but to no avail, until she decided to investigate her neighbour's yard. What she found would probably change the course of her life forever.
In a sad, cold little corner of the yard she noticed a small, curled up little creature. It was hard to notice due to how quiet and still it looked, but after a moment of staring she confirmed it was breathing. She slowly approached it, her little hands tense as she feared the worst. The worst which came to pass: that was her cat, his hair a complete mess and filled with dirt, his hind leg covered in red and aiming in a direction it...clearly wasn't supposed to. In horror, she couldn't even bring herself to cry, instead cradling the feline in her arms and rapidly rushing back home.
She phoned her dad's work, the number she was never supposed to use unless it was an emergency. He tried to calm her down, letting her know things would be just fine and that he would arrive as fast as he could. What was left for her to do then? Wait and hope? She couldn't. Every second that passed she walked back and forth in the living room. Always returning to comfort the cat that was now wrapped in as many blankets as she could fit. There was nobody there to do so: her mother and sister had gone away for the day to a friend's birthday party and had left her all alone in the house.
No one could help...except for herself. After ten agonizing minutes went by, she finally had enough and rushed her way into the bathroom, coming out with some gauze, cotton and rubbing alcohol. Truth be told, she wasn't sure of what she was doing, all she did was trying to imitate to the best of her ability the same steps her mother had taken before every time she had hurt and scraped her knee (which was surprisingly often). Clean the wound, try to bandage it as best as possible. She tried to manage just that, despite her cat's weak protests as she rubbed the alcohol.
By the time her dad arrived, he'd find the rather sad scene of his youngest daughter hugging her now slightly less bloodied cat, it's tiny leg still looking rather bad but at least it was bleeding a bit less now that it had that gauze tightly wrapped around it. They wasted no more time in rushing to the nearest veterinarian. Luckily, this terrifying experience had a mostly happy ending: after waiting for what felt like hours, Jeanne and her dad were informed that indeed, the cat would make a full recovery, though its leg would probably not work as well again. It was a way better outcome than what she expected, and while she never found out what had caused the injury to begin with (though the veterinarian suspected it was probably because of a car) or if her haphazard healing job had helped at all, it had felt...good. It felt nice to actually take reigns of the situation instead of cowering in a corner.
Needless to say, she'd soon spend the remainder of her last childhood years and teenage years learning all there was to known about animal care, volunteering to help out at the same veterinarian that had saved her kitten's life. Her dream job couldn't have been more obvious of a choice after that, so it was no surprise by the time she was out of school at her 19 years she practically made a beeline to properly study to be a veterinarian. It was two years after she started studying that she met a young man her age, named Maurice. They clicked rather fast, her mutual love for their studies doing wonders to make them grow closer together rather fast.
It started out slow, a little hug here, a friendly kiss on the cheek there, a slightly more riske joke than usual came soon after, then another, and another. A longer hug. Each kiss growing closer and closer to each other's lips...and just like that they fell for eachother completely. They didn't keep it a secret for long, taking a quick escapade to Paris for their graduation night, where one thing left to another yet again and just like that, Jeanne had found herself a married woman. Her parents, while initially skeptical, were quick to warm up to Maurice, and just like that the two had gotten their blessing.
The next years of their joined life were pretty happy, all things considered, at least for a while. They began working at the relatively close animal park of Monts de Gueret, looking after the wolves there where Jeanne began to notice...something odd. The more time they spent there, the less she and Maurice seemed to talk. That would have been normal, considering they didn't share much time working together while on the clock, but it seemed to last even after work was over. Whenever she asked about it, she got one of two answers: a rather weak non answer clearly avoiding the question, or more silence.
This continued for months to come, their relation slowly degrading until they barely attempted to engage in conversation anymore. They drifted away, so they obviously started meeting new people when given the chance. They never spoke about it, or implied it of course, but clearly he was doing so, so why shouldn't she, right? It was only fair, or so she kept telling herself. That is of course, until she found him waiting for her at the door, a completely vacant expression on his face. She tried to ignore it and pretend he wasn't there, but he kept blocking her way. It was when she finally got fed up and asked him what was wrong that things finally took a turn. A moment later she was on the floor a searing pain in her cheek and ringing in her ears. No, not ringing. Screaming. Yelling.
Something about ruining...something. About death and doing part. It was honestly hard for her to concentrate or articulate a single coherent thought, her mind still in complete shock at just...what Maurice had done. He never had done so much as raise his voice to her before. Much less hit her. Yet here she was, curled on the ground still reeling from that slap, or punch, it was hard to tell. And the yelling didn't seem to stop. Not even after she asked him to. He wouldn't listen. Nobody else could listen.
As she laid down there, barely listening to every slur and expletive she had heard before, she couldn't help but think of her cat. Her now long since dead cat. The one that had been crawling on his last legs in a corner, waiting for maybe someone to find him, or the pain to end. She couldn't help but wonder if what she felt right now was in any way similar to that cat. Except there was no Jeanne to come and look for her. Much like that last time, she was on her own, and nobody was there to help.
Nobody but herself. She forced herself up, only to be sent down again. Again she tried but every time either he would make her go back down, or her own body would give up before she got far. She laughed. This...this couldn't be happening. It couldn't possibly, this all felt like a nightmare.
It even looked like one, everything was slowly becoming a blur and it was getting harder to understand what was being screamed at her.
It took her a bit too long to realize that the air around her was actually blurring, and that a pungent smell was practically burning up her lungs...had he left the stove on?
The answer would come quick as soon as she heard the recognizeable sound of a lighter being opened. If there was any solace left for her, it's the fact the ensuing blast got her way before the fire did.
Part 2: Reborn
When she finally came to the first thing she noticed was how warm she felt. Like her entire body was wrapped in a cozy blanket. Yet she didn't seem all too surprised or concerned with her current changed self...mostly because she wasn't quite able to recall anything else. To her it just felt like waking up normally, and since she wasn't reacting strongly at her everything, then her being all furry and tall was clearly the norm, right?
And after that well, she just stood up and began walking. Where to? She wasn't sure, it's not like anywhere else in this place she would soon learn they called Soul Society was any more or less familiar to her. She's been walking and wandering like this for a while, finding sustenance where she can and never staying in one place for too long. what the future holds for her, well, that's something she will find out soon enough, right?
