Name: Camilla

Nickname: Cam

Identity:

"There is nothing permanent except change."

Cam had a name once, she prefers not to remember. A loving family, she imagines. Simple days spent in wildflower meadows, she dreams. Now she has a job. An adopted name, free from any past. A fresh start and a hastily bestowed or claimed nickname. She has ideas. She has plans. She wants to walk in soft grass. She wants to see trees. She wants to be free.

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Change.

Change is the only way to survive beneath the cold moon enveloping Outis with a pale, baleful light.

Cam knows this. Cam has accepted this. So she changed her past. She changed her self. Embracing change she found magic. She found new shapes. She adopted new forms. Survival was change. It was all that mattered. Everything could be changed. Everything could be altered. Everything could be shifted to accommodate the demands of the present. The future could be saved by reshaping even her soul.

What is a form?

What is a shape?

What is a soul?

Nothing but water. Water to shape as needed. Water to form to the moment. Each moment. New. Different. And always changing.

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A shapeshifter, a magician with a thousand shapes and faces, Cam is a child of the 10th District. A product of the Underworld, an ardent student of survival, she possesses the free spirited mercenary mentality and morality expected by many from the particular class of criminals that thrive in the shadows away from the eyes of the crown-magistrate and their steward-corporations.

At first an unwilling participant in the great hunt, Cam has somehow managed to rise to the lofty, for a card carrying scoundrel, station of a Rank II Cleaner. A fateful encounter with the 10th District security forces, more guns than was pleasant, and the gentle guiding hand of a high level corporate bureaucrat saw the young woman ensnared in a trap. Unable to gnaw off her own leg, metaphorically speaking, Cam has resigned herself to continuing to work as a Cleaner. Unspoken, even to herself, is Cam's growing enjoyment of the Hunt. She feels it in her heart. She feels it in her muscles. And she can feel it growing deep within her bones.

Buried beneath her professional persona, there is a wilderness, a feral creature, a shifting, formless being of instinct that seeks only survival, that seeks only to hunt, and that bristles at the chains that bind her. There are brief signs, subtle hints of the untamed, decidedly animal movements, and wild, soft gestures. When channeling complex magic, Cam possesses an unmistakable set of pronounced canines, and sharp claws kept desperately hidden beneath leather gloves.

Armaments: Contained within a small wooden box strapped to the side of her right hip, in truth a CAT, Cam carries a relic, an ornate dagger, she calls Night Thorn. Blackened obsidian, as dark as midnight, seems to grow like vines from the gnarly oaken shaft, twisting into three sharp thorns that serve as blades.

At a command, the blades shift into vine-like whips covered in thorns that lash out a creatures in range, causing wounds that weep from an organic poison and pulling ensnared targets closer. Placed on the ground and accompanied by the appropriate somatic ritual, the strange dagger will crackle and convulse, before exploding into a rush of grasping weeds and vines that sprout in all directions, entangling all creatures caught in the resulting 120-foot square.

Abilities:

Cam is an intuitive shapeshifter. She isn't a wizard buried in her tomes. She doesn't worry about the theoretical elements of magic. She can't explain how she shapeshifts, only that she does. One form is as good as another. One face is as interesting as the next. She can be anyone. She can be anything. She never much liked her old self anyways. Cam can assume a wide range of forms, but she must have some remembered visual representation of the broad type of creature on which to anchor her specific transformation. Shifting is a painful and difficult process, requiring both vitas and time (dependent on the extent of the transformation). When more subtle transformations are required, Cam can burn small amounts of her vitas, changing specific parts of her body to tap into the heightened senses or strength of her animal shapes.

Inordinately fond of all animals, Cam adores the rats, cats, dogs, birds, and other urban animals that can be found scattered throughout Outis, somehow managing to survive in the inhospitable city. Stemming in equal parts from her affection and experiences with shapeshifting, Cam has a remarkable gift for befriending the small creatures when she encounters them.

Cam moves with a predatory grace, possessing a lazy, effortless efficiency to her movements. She walks quietly and lightly, managing to surprise all but the most observant. She has a nimble, athletic build, and her body bristles with ready muscles. A natural acrobat, she has honed her agility climbing, running, and jumping to get into forbidden places.

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