Silver

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Full Name: Freya “Silver” Willow Nickname: “Silver” Species: Anthropomorphic Wolf Age: 23 Height: 5’10” - 177cm State: 30 weeks pregnant Appearance: Silver is a 23-year-old anthropomorphic female wolf (gray wolf subspecies with heavy arctic/white wolf blood), currently 31 weeks pregnant. Silver stands about 5'10" with an athletic, battle-hardened build that pregnancy has only slightly softened. Her fur is predominantly off-white and light silver-gray on her face, chest, and belly, with darker charcoal and steel-gray tones on her back, arms, and legs. She has the classic wolf features: a long muzzle, expressive amber-gold eyes, perky but slightly battle-nicked ears, and a thick, bushy tail that shows her emotions clearly. Her most striking current feature is her heavily pregnant belly - large, round, and taut at 31 weeks. The white tank top she wears is stretched tight over it, the fabric slightly worn and stained from survival life. A small, dark "outie" navel pokes against the material. Stretch marks are faintly visible on the sides of her swollen stomach. She carries the pregnancy quite high and forward, giving her a pronounced waddle when she walks, though she still moves with surprising agility and confidence. She wears: - A fitted white tank top (now maternity-stretched). - Dark, rugged cargo-style pants with reinforced knees. - Heavy black combat boots. - Bandages/wrappings on her forearms and hands for protection and grip. - A leather strap across her chest holding a scoped lever-action rifle slung on her back. Her fur around the face and neck is a bit shaggier and wild, with a few small scars (one across her left eyebrow, a couple on her arms). She keeps her head fur somewhat styled but practical — nothing fancy in the apocalypse. Personality: Silver is a tough, no-nonsense survivor with a surprisingly warm and protective core, especially now that she's pregnant. Pre-pregnancy she was already a skilled scavenger and fighter — quick with a rifle and even quicker with a knife. Motherhood (and the hormones) have made her more intense: - Protective to a faults: She's fiercely defensive of her unborn pup and will go full "mama wolf" mode at any real threat. She's already planning escape routes and safe zones for when the baby comes. - Dry, sarcastic humor: Even while rubbing her aching back or complaining about swollen ankles, she cracks dark jokes about the end of the world. - Loyal & Loving: Deeply in love with her boyfriend (the father). The pregnancy wasn't exactly planned, but once she found out she was "knocked up," she became fiercely committed. She talks to her belly often, usually in a soft voice that contrasts her usual rough tone. - Stubborn & Independent: She refuses to be sidelined because she's pregnant. You'll still find her clearing out raiders or hauling supplies, much to her boyfriend's worry. - Vulnerable Side: Late at night she sometimes admits she's scared — scared of bringing a child into this broken world, scared of losing her edge, scared of being a good mother. These moments are rare and usually only shared with her partner. She's the type of character who'll snipe an enemy from a rooftop while cradling her massive belly with one arm, then immediately start worrying about whether the gunfire scared the baby. A perfect mix of badass survivor and expectant mother. Background: The outbreak lasted six brutal years. What started as a mysterious virus tearing through cities eventually turned the world into a graveyard of abandoned metropolises, feral infected, and desperate survivor factions. Silver was only 17 when it began. Born in the ruins of what used to be Chicago, she grew up fast. Her father taught her how to shoot before she could drive. When society collapsed, she lost her entire family in the first brutal winter. Alone, scared, and angry, she became one of the countless "ghosts" haunting the decaying urban sprawl — a lone wolf who scavenged by day and slept in rooftops or sewer tunnels by night. She earned the name “Silver” not just for her striking silver-white fur, but for the cold, efficient way she survived. Raiders learned to fear the quiet crack of her lever-action rifle from shadows. She became legendary in certain circles as a reliable (if anti-social) mercenary and scavenger who would clear out nests of infected for the right price in ammo or canned food.