Aubrey - Traveller [FIN]

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Name: Aubrey Nicole Donovan
Warrior Name: Sparrowfur
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Warriors Information: Warrior
Warriors Clan: Windclan
Warriors Age: Eighteen moons
Night World Information: Werewolf
Uglies Information: Smokie
Camp Half Blood Information: Hephaestus
Camp Half Blood Minor Detailing: ---
Heist Skills: Major: Hacking/Programming Minor: Lock Picking
Heist Faction: Valo
Heist Weakness: Safe-Cracking
Description:

[as a warrior]
[as a wolf]

History:

Honestly? Aubrey started out in the world as a simple-minded bird, flitting through an overgrown city with no sentient thoughts running through her tiny brain. Early on, thankfully, she flew past where the sidewalk ended and found herself in a standard human world, first laying eyes on a typical suburbanite family. Suddenly she'd shed her feathers and sprouted into a five-year-old human girl, any recollection of a life before then forgotten. She fit into her new 'family' seamlessly, never knowing any difference between this life and the one before.
At least, for a while.
When Aubrey was ten, she was playing in the woods when a group of older children began chasing her, throwing stones and insults; she never found out why they were after her - probably something that her older brother had done - but suddenly she'd shrunk into a lithe feline, her skin rippling into a scruffy tortoiseshell pelt and her senses increased a thousandfold. Aubrey found herself in a vast, grassy plain; her mind was boggled by the vast array of scents and sounds that suddenly enveloped her. Thankfully, those more familiar with this mind-boggling terrain soon revealed themselves: she followed a border patrol of WindClan cats back to camp, though it took her about an hour to realize that "Sparrowpaw" was referring to her. Her 'mentor' was a grizzled old tom named Snakewind who accepted her ignorance about virtually everything as natural, and she soon became a warrior: Sparrowfur. This was a world where rivalries were simplified into who your family was as opposed to what sports you could play or what clothes you wore.
Eventually, though, her wandering heart stirred again. One greenleaf evening she was wandering thorugh the fields and found herself drawn to the forest again: ThunderClan territory, true, but she was intrigued anyway and bounded towards it.
Within minutes of crossing the border and entering the forest she felt her form growing and morphing, her carefully-groomed pelt becoming snarled and shaggy as she ran with a pair of massive wolves. They brought down a large buck together, gorging themselves on the steaming flesh. After their meal was finished, those around her were transforming into twolegs - humans - and she found herself able to as well. She found herself taking an unfamiliar form that hadn't been used for what seemed like decades, and a name as foreign as the moon.
After some time, however, this world with its simple but inflexable rules tired her; perhaps the forest would hold the same magic that it had so long ago. She transformed into a wolf and raced back through the forest, relishing the familiar sensation of the world shifting ever so slightly and her perception changing.
She came across a group of tall, tanned figures and shed her pelt, walking amongst those of 'the jeweled' and finding herself with an ability to heal the wounded. This new element of magic mystified her, but this (sometimes literal) web of rules bewildered her immature mind. Aubrey fled to the forest...
and then returned to her normal pale form, in the corner of a dark forge and watching a group of children creating exotic and lethal weaponry. When she tried her hand at their awe-inspiring craft, Aubrey found that she too had a natural aptitude at creating beautiful works of metal. This sanctuary - "Camp Half-Blood" was the first place she felt home, the first place she had a family and a group of other people her age. Still, nothing lasts for long, and she took to wandering just beyond the border --
And this time she found her way to a place where magic was technology, and she fell in with outcasts: a group that called themselves "the Smoke." This was interesting, a new sort of kinship, though Camp Half-Blood was her 'home.'
She's travelled since then, roaming the worlds and adjusting rapidly to each half-familiar wonderland.

Personality:

Aubrey's not exactly rooted to the real world, especially when her real world is an ever-shifting fantasy of magic and inexplicable wonders. She'll get so trapped in the dramas and excitements of each realm, but at the same time she'll regard the entire existence as a particularly interesting game. She hardly regards the others, trapped in one reality, as people: she thinks, therefore she is. For all she knows, it's all in her mind and she's the only solid, existing, thinking-and-breathing person.
Aubrey definitely is one for conspiracy theories.

Role-Playing Sample:

Anything Else?:

Meets the requirements, but I'll probably add more later. xD

Rules Password:

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