Krista Alora

[Nokame]

Name: Krista Alora

Age: 18

Sex: Female

Species: Tiger Fox

Appearance: If it wasn’t for certain noticeable factors Krista could be mistaken for a pure breed fox. Her figure and tail are very much like other vuplines but there the similarity ends. Her fur is a deep orange colour, inherited from her mother, and is covered in black stripe markings. The most noticeable of these are across her tails, upper arms, mid rift, ears and the underside of her muzzle. She has other black markings but a lot of them fade into her orange fur making them hard to distinguish.
Krista has a habit of using a lot of eye shadow too, almost making it look like she has stripes above her eyes. This is not the case though and most assume she does it to match in with her hair. This is a rich black colour and cut short around her shoulders although she doesn’t style it that much, letting it fall around her shoulders however it likes. For note, her eyes are green
In terms of clothing Krista wears whatever she feels like. She has no real sense of style, or at least if she does it is deemed unusual by just about everyone. Long trousers and small tops is one of her favourites.

Personality: Krista is a sugar sweet person, almost too sweet in fact. She’d readily hug a complete stranger or burst into song without warning. This has caused her to acquire a lot of friends, not because she is in desperate need of them but simply because people trust her, even if she does get rather annoying at times.
To say Krista is all sweetness and charm though is far from the truth. When annoyed she can turn rather sour, often stewing over things that bug her and grumbling loudly to those around her. This annoyance can stem from many things and is completely unpredictable and dependant on her mood. She can be enjoying the day and suddenly start complaining loudly because someone ate the last cream bun.
She also has a strong sense of justice and gets riled up by bullies and such like. At times like this her sugar coated outer drops and reveals a ferocity usually expected from her kind. To say she is a girly girl a vast majority of the time she has a nasty right hook.

Family:
Franklin Alora – Franklin is Krista’s father, a middle aged fox working within the government. He is a gentle soul and enjoys the simple things in life when he’s not tied to his desk.
Mia Alora – Krista’s mother, a tigeress in her late 40’s and caretaker of the Yadan martial art circle.
Phie Alora – Pronounced “Fi”, Phie is thirteen and Krista’s younger sister and a rampant manga fan.

Transport:
Krista is not yet old enough to drive but has adopted another form of transport instead. She uses a pair of glide shoes similar in design to those Shadow uses.

Weapons:
Tabs – Krista uses a set of somewhat unique weapons commonly referred to as “tabs”. They consist of four small electronic orbs that are sewn into a pair of gloves and the tips of Krista’s shoes. They work by focussing small amounts of energy into each orb effectively creating a miniature energy field around the users limbs. This has the effect of giving their physical punches and kicks an added impact several times greater than they would otherwise, roughly on par with the echidna race. The field also allows the user to punch through things they wouldn’t otherwise such as a concrete wall. This however would require the tab to be overloaded and would thus result in it burning out after the hit and becoming unusable until repaired.

Biography:
Krista was born into a fairly normal family, her mother and father occupying normal run of the mill jobs. Krista herself was a little surprise to her parents, whilst the chances of a hybrid had been possible they had not expected it. Krista’s father was a fox, her mother being a tigeress, which resulted in Krista being born a tigerfox.
Her younger years were filled with the usual kiddy stuff, early bed times, annoying children shows and being made to eat vegetables. Krista spent a lot of time with her mother, her father being involved in various government activities for a majority of his time. When Krista was five her younger sister was born, her younger sibling looking very much like her mother apart from a few tell tale hybrid give aways.
The two siblings grew up together, both being rather close and doing virtually everything together. Phie was very much a tomboy though, a complete opposite of Krista who was much more girly in her attitude. This didn’t stop them socialising with each other, the pair slaging playful abuse off each other all the time much to the disapproval of her parents.
As Krista entered her teens her mother decided to show her the work she was involved in, martial arts. A second dan and a class teacher, Mia had been waiting until Krista became old enough to be taught. Even if she decided not to pursuit it in later life she figured a bit of basic self defence was a worthwhile addition to any young girls education. And so Krista became the newest member to her mothers class.
It was a bit of an awkward time for Krista as she got used to the class, a lot of the other member thinking she’d be amazing being the daughter of the class teacher. In truth Krista was hopeless at first, the tigerfox taking months to pick up the simplest of techniques. Krista still found it fun though, making a few friends within the group and slowly picking up the techniques.
The years slowly passed by, Krista’s life following the normal pattern of school and weekend fun. During her sixteenth year she was out during one such weekend with her sister. The pair had been visiting the arcade and were on their way home when they ran into a stranger. Well the stranger actually ran into them, the pair turning a corner and walking straight into him. Krista was knocked to the ground with a crash, dropping her bag and other items due to the impact. The stranger didn’t even apologise though, scooping up his own bag and leaving in a hurry.
Krista was a little put out but decided not to dwell on it, collecting her things and heading home. It wasn’t until she got home though that she realised that the bag she had picked up wasn’t hers. She cursed loudly as she rummaged through the bag, hoping to find some for of ID for the stranger so she could contact him. She knew that she didn’t have any in her own bag so hoping that he’d contact her was pointless.
She didn’t find any though and cursed again. Instead all she found were a pair of fingerless gloves and a set of shoe innersoles. They didn’t look special, although the gloves were very much Krista’s style. With no way of contacting the stranger she had bumped into she figured she would just try and forget about it, she couldn’t even remember what he looked like.
The next day Krista started to match the gloves into her style, discarding the innersoles under her bed. It was later that afternoon that something unexpected happened. She was sitting in an outdoor café with a friend, explaining one of her recent sessions at her mother club. At one point during the story she slammed her fist down on the table top to emphasise her point, a loud bang sounding as she did. Next thing she knew she was sitting on the floor the table splintered to pieces. There was a lot of commotion then as the café owner tried to work out what had happened.
Nobody knew, not even Krista, the tigerfox explaining that she had just thumped the table and it had disintegrated. The café owner eventually ended up apologising to Krista for not maintaining his seating properly and scratched their bill. Krista and her friend promptly left but Krista couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Something didn’t seem right.
That night she found herself watching the news, the breaking story being the theft of several prototype government weapons by an internal employee. The items stolen weren’t discussed but a picture of the suspected thief was flashed up on screen, Krista stared wide-eyed. It was them stranger she had bumped into the day previous. She couldn’t sit still any longer, the tigerfox returning to her room and digging out the gloves and innersoles.
Looking at them closely she noticed something strange about them. The gloves were decorated with a circular orb in the centre of the palm, small lines running out towards the fingers and wrists. The same was true of the soles, a circular orb pattern cut into the sole just behind the toes. Krista lightly pressed on the orb, a warm feeling running through her fingers as she did. She thought back to the café, remembering the same warm feeling just before she had hit the table. She quickly decided to test the theory, packing a few things into her bag and heading downstairs to a small training room her mother had set up ion the spare room of the house.
At the time everyone was out, her parents having taken Phie to see a movie. Krista quickly slipped the gloves onto her hands and crossed to a punch bag that hung from the ceiling. She gave it a few elbow strikes to make sure it was secure and then drew back her fist. Clenching it tightly she felt another warm feeling spread through her hand and then struck. In a flurry of fluff and leather the punch bag exploded leaving Krista completely stunned.
She quickly cleaned up the mess and dug out a spare punch bag hoping her mother wouldn’t notice before returning to her room. The next few days saw Krista experimenting with her new finds in secret. She worked out that the soles were the same as the gloves, giving her kicks explosive power when put into her shoes. She kept a tight lid on what she was doing and kept up with the news. She knew that if anyone found out what she had she’d be in trouble.
Thankfully for her the main suspect in the case was never found, the stranger she had bumped into apparently disappearing after loosing his prize. Slowly over the next few years the heat on the situation began to fade away, the case going down as unsolved at nearly every base. Krista still kept her items a secret though, the tigerfox smart enough to know that if she was found with them she’d still be in trouble. This hasn’t stopped her from taking them everywhere with her just in case. Although fairly talented in martial arts by now she liked the extra punch her tabs gave her.

Moves:
Krista has no predefined “special” moves. She uses a form of martial arts combining a variety of kicks and jabs. Her strikes are powered up by her tabs but otherwise she uses a regular fighting style.

Skills:
Agility – Krista has a lot of feline genes in her blood which has resulted in her being very agile. She can readily land on her feet after jumps, has a talent for wall jumping and can gracefully dodge round blows.
Gliding – Not in the flying sense but in the skimming sense. Krista’s shoes allow her to move quickly and glide along the street with ease. Being part cat and light on her feet to start with she finds things such as skating backwards and grinding very easy, something she does readily when she wants to show off.

Strengths:
+ Krista has a sharp mind even if she doesn’t look like it most of the time. She is in fact quite a smart person.
+ Krista is quick, surprisingly quick at times.
+ Her mother’s training has given her a very good grasp of fighting, Krista able to read situations easily and counter them effectively.

Weaknesses:
- Although physically fit her light frame means she is vulnerable to hits.
- Krista still has things to learn and as such she sometimes takes on situations that are above her ability without realizing it until its too late.
- Krista is still young and as such her intelligence is limited by her experience.