Bit immoral, and definitely not very nice, but hopefully this character works for the story.
Name: Ziba Devorka
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance:
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Skills:
Keen senses
Skilled in hand-to-claw combat
Highly agile
Stealthy
Able to make use of Croc camouflage (Short duration)
Rad resistant
Mutant empathy
Psychic drain (close range, helpless target)
Lust Aura
Inventory:
(Food and water numbers are based on reptiles of comparable size)
Rags
Three days dried rations (Salted meat, 18 lbs.)
Six days water ( 19 pounds, 1 two-gallon container, two .15 gallon flasks)
Thermal blanket
Backstory:
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A subject of occasional campfire conversation is the terrifying possibilities of the appearance of mutants upon the gene pool, and in what ways they may further evolve and interbreed. Generally, the speakers are less articulate, instead saying things like; "What if'a siren and one of those croc things had a kid? That'd be freaky.". For better or worse, that particular question has been answered with the birth of Ziba. The product of a siren seducing a croc then having been knocked out (and up) before the brute was finished dying, Needless to say, hers was an unusual upbringing. With her father dead (Having been drained the rest of the way when the siren re-awoke), Ziba was left with only her mother as an example. Admittedly, the mutant took surprisingly good care of its offspring, but the fact remains that a murderous nymphomaniac does not make a stable parent.
It was in a nomadic environment filled with constantly replaced "caretakers" that the young abomination developed, learning the basics of survival from the occasional unlucky man or woman captured by her mother's illusions. It was through these temporary mentors that she learned of the outside world, and it was they who fed and clothed her as her siren mother knew nothing of feeding through physical means, and still less of why anyone should wear clothes. Her education was lacking in many ways, lacking any consistent or reliable academic teaching, but she soon learned enough to survive independently. When one of her many instructors broke through the deceptions of the siren, she got her painful first lesson in how to fight. By the time she was ten, she'd killed three men in single combat and had learned from her mother how to consume the minds of other living beings. When she was fifteen she'd begun to wander out on her own with regularity, hunting man and beast alike when she grew hungry. It was on her way back from one such adventure, now seventeen years old, that she discovered not only her father's brand of camouflage, but also that the world didn't like mutants.
When she finished killing the small band that had hunted down her mother, she struck out on her own. It's been two years since then, and she still practices at being civilized with the occasional traveler she captures. One day, she plans to find a way to make humanity pay, but she can wait. She needs to learn more about civilization before she can properly destroy it.