Difference between revisions of "Roz"

Despite only being in her early to mid 20s at most, Roz is a figure that's larger than life. At her full height, she stands 6'4", and weighs about 220 lbs., with the muscle to back it up. When she speaks, her voice is often louder than it strictly needs to be, and she has a slightly midwestern American accent. Long, dyed ash blonde hair is kept shoulder length, frequently confined by a ponytail but just as frequently left loose. Large brown eyes and somewhat angular features are complemented by slightly darkened sandy beige skin suggesting Latina heritage. When her shoulder is bare, a tattoo of Rosie from the Jetsons dressed up and posed like Rosie the Riveter can be seen, with a speech bubble near Rosie's mouth saying, "WE CAN DO IT!"

Like the song says, she wears your granddad's clothes, and she looks... well, all right. Her choices of outfit are haphazard at best, clearly the first things she pulled rumpled out of a dryer with little care taken to match everything. Her shirts are a mix of thrift shop wear and slogan-riddled t-shirts, and she almost always wears cargo pants with lots of pockets. A pair of heavily scuffed but sturdy black steel-toed work boots finish the ensemble. Many items in her wardrobe are stained with paint, flecked from sparks or otherwise show off her routine manual labor. Roz is only rarely seen wearing makeup or carrying a purse.

Standing at a flat seven foot tall and rippling with muscle, this Cro-Mag lookin' lady has the mien of a predator, from the calculating look in her brown eyes to her sharpened teeth and nails. Her brows are certainly not shaped, coming as they do to nearly meet in the middle of her sloped forehead, and her unruly mop of dyed-blonde hair looks like it could definitely use a brush. Even her posture and speech are naturally threatening, body hunched over in a hulking fashion and voice sounding guttural and raspy. She's dressed in thrift store chic, though 'chic' is really a stretch; the clothes are likely mismatched and paint-stained or spark-flecked. Her feet are covered by sturdy black steel-toed work boots.

This hulking, nine-and-a-half foot tall monstrosity is some unholy union of woman and wolf, standing on two legs and covered in fur. It even has a mop of unruly dyed-blonde-hair on its lupine head, as though to mock any attempt to make sense of what this creature is. Its slavering jaw contains terribly large fangs, and its corded, too-long muscular arms end in equally terrible claws, razor-sharp. Its body sports thick, coarse mottled fur ranging from reddish-brown to black, its muzzle particularly noticeable as that section's fur is a marked red ending with the coal-black nose. Its wolf-tail is thickly covered in darker fur, and when or if it attempts human speech it's only barely intelligible, if that.

This giant, approximately 600 pound wolf looks as though it could've been created sloppily in Photoshop, its artist simply resizing a regular wolf and forgetting to keep it remotely believable. It's a Dire Wolf from Dungeons & Dragons come to life, or perhaps a hallucination on the part of the viewer. Regardless, it stands at an impressive almost six feet in height without even resorting to stretching onto two legs instead of four, and its thick, coarse mottled fur ranges from reddish-brown to black. Its muzzle is particularly noticeable, as that section's fur is a marked red ending with the coal-black nose. Its tail is covered in darker fur, and it boasts extra-large teeth to chomp its prey with. It has a calculating look in its yellow eyes.

It's a wolf like any other, though comparatively large in size, coming in at around 150 pounds if one had to guess, and standing about 3', maybe 3'2". Still though, this wolf has an intelligent look in its yellow eyes, and it might be memorable if only for the fact that its thick, coarse mottled fur is especially red at its muzzle. Elsewhere, its fur is a mix of reddish-brown to black, the latter color especially at play in its tail. It has a proud stance, and appears more likely to bite one's hand off than to accept pets.