Eliza_Fynn

Name: Eliza

Gender: Female

Race: Otter-anthro

Age:18

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 127 lbs.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Location: A very certain chamber pot.

Personality: Helpful, optimistic, but also has a darker, hidden side to her that very few tend to see.

Occupation: Steaming pile of kat scat.

The Past: In Eliza's younger years she lead a mostly sheltered, carefree life within a large settlement of primarily other otters. It was a place that avoided many of the harder aspects of life, mostly meaning random acts of predation. It was excessively rare that someone disappeared, and most often it was just written off as someone moving out of their city to find greener pastures. It was a rather large city which was hedged in on 2 sides by rivers while the 3rd was directly in front of the ocean. Fishing was one of their main staples for commerce and income, either you were into the fishing business or you knew someone that was. Overall it was a epaceful place as well with very low crime rates. Life was good.

Her childhood was an ordinary one, she wasn't the best student and she wasn't overly popular either. Since everyone was the same species it was easy enough to get along, but it also meant that it was all the harder to stand out. Both her parents were loving and supportive while her siblings were many, herself being 3rd from the oldest of 8. There were tusslens sometimes but either Mom or one of the older children often stepped in to make peace. Dad was around every morning and evening, and was always attentive during the weekends as well. Life was good, they weren't wealthy by any means but they were never strapped for money either. Plain, ordinary, slightly above average were all appropriate ways of describing this family. They had their friends as well, did various events during weekends and on holidays there were always fishing trips.

Some of Eliza's fondest memories was spending time with her family however she had dreams of being something more, and as she grew older the thoughts of being "stuck" in that city became less and less appealing to her. One night when she was 16 she sat down with her parents explaining as such. It was always difficult to have private conversations with 7 other siblings that always seemed to linger around. They all sat and expressed their thoughts on the matter, of Eliza wanting to part to another city, big or small, as a means of escape. She was progressively becoming less and less happy and wanted to go out and explore more of the world. Not a typical mindset for an otter, but it had been known to happen. Both the parents said they were supportive but deep down they didn't want their daughter to stay too far. What parent would? Even so it began the path for her to seek a college in another more remote town.

Despite her parent's best efforts their daughter was intent on leaving the city she had spent her entire life in, and eventually that fated day had arrived for her to go off to college. Everyone was sad to see her go, however she promised to write regularly and stay in touch with them all. Most of her belongings were given to her brothers and sisters leaving herself with two modest suit cases of clothing and supplies with little else. Her entire life was packaged away and with purse strung over her shoulder she hopped into her parent's car for the drive to the airport. The ride felt far longer than it actually was, mostly they sat in silence while driving to the next city over. A quaint city whose primary source of revenue was fishing couldn't house a place for international travel after all. Once the car parked her parents helped her with her luggage, and after a few tearful good-byes the otter departed. She had never flown before so it was equally nervous and exciting as the prospect of leaving for another city for her schooling. She'd have to find a job somewhere as well, she always did have an interest as a barista.

This is where things start going wrong. Upon arriving at the airport in the city half way across the country Eliza sat waiting for her luggage, and she was happy to see that one of them had showed up, but where was the other? She waited for a while, the tight knot in her stomach clenching tightly the longer she waited until all the other passengers were gone. Frantically she went out to seek one of the staff in order to report her missing luggage, and to her dismay the response was a casual "Happens all the time, we'll see what we can do." And just like that she had lost half of her belongings. She left her information with theclerk, but deep down she knew that the odds of her bag turning up again was poor at best. She had to grab a ride to her new apartment, taking a cab to her new place. Fortuantely it was already furnished with necessities, but there was little else. She had an oven, refridgerator, toaster, enough dinnerware and utensils for herself and a couple of guests should she wish to entertain. Bed, dresser, night stand, kitchen table with 3 chairs one of which was wobbly, couch and a television. The rest was bare. After unpacking her things she went to bed, and creid a little.

The following days were only marginally better. There was a mix up with her paperwork regarding the college which needed her attention so without a car she ndded to take a bus over to the school. She got lost several times and when she finally arrived the clerk she was supposed to see had gone home already. Cursing she decided to at least take a tour of the college grounds to become more familiar with the area, got lost twice and missed her bus home. Frustrated she called a cab to bring her back, paid the fare without a tip, then settled in for the night. At least the TV had a few channels on it, and she mostly just watched the news until falling asleep on the couch. Waking up the next morning it really hit her with everything that she needed to do. Buy food, find a job, complete the registry at school. It was a lot. She hopped on the bus this time not getting lost and arrived at school with time to spare. She completed her registry as well as resolved the paperwork issues thanks to the documents she had from her high school, explored the school some more before hopping on the bus to the grocery store. Buting food was a simple enough task, although the selection of fresh fish was disappointing. She made a mental note to avoid that supermarket for fish. Arriving home she cooked her meal, ate silently then set her midn to go out job hunting the next day.

In the morning Eliza had procrastinated from heading out right in the morning feeling worn out from all the traveling she had done the previous several days. She had set out in the afternoon, stopped by the bus station to pick up a ticket then headed out to try and find some job postings. Little did she know she had attracted one of the more shady folk that resided often at the bus terminal, one that had taken a liking to her. He followed her on the bus as he had with his targets before, shadowing her as she made her way about the day. He was rather skilled at stalking his prey at this point knowing exactly how to trail someone that wasn't ware, and this one felt like she was new to the city. He had never seen her before. It was a long day for them both, and a few times he almost bumped into her but avoided any direct contact. It was later at night when she stopped by one of those stores that were open 24 hours for a quick snack and drink following her into one of the back alleys when she got lost again for the umpteenth time. Panicked, he had cornerd her against a wooden partition that separated part of the alley from another, and with no direct line of sight from the main street made his move. He thought she'd be such an easy catch he didn't take out the pocket knife from between his belt and pants, coming within barely a few inches from her quivering body. She pushed out against him trying to resist, but those grabby paws of hers felt that blade. Just before his gaping jaws had calmped over her head she managed to take out that blade and with a surge of strength sunk it deep into his belly. He gawked, gagging from the surprise and sudden burst of pain, keeling over while clutching his stomach wound. Eliza still have that knife. It was then something had snapped inside of her mind, where normally one would at least run away from that situation she instead drew closer to the fallen man still holding that knife in her hand. He saw that insidious look in her eyes, steely and cold, and tried to back away as he started to beg and plead. She didn't buy a single word. Instead she lashed out swiping that knife sinking it into his stomach again and again, completely lost in her rage, and even after his twitching, gurgling body stopped moving she still kept stabbing him until the blade itself broke. It was only then when she finally stopped. Most would be horrified at such an act, yet in her current state she was fascinated by it, reveled in it. Soaked in sweat and the man's blood she found a new appreciation for the word: pain.

Ever since then the otter started to take a dive into the darker, more morbid aspects of life. While she knew very well that at times people were swallowed down never to be seen again that incident in the alley was her first experience with it. As a souveneir she had kept that broken blade, even fished the fragmented part of it from the man's corpse to keep it as a memento of that occasion. From then on she always kept several knives on her, tucked away inside of her purse along with a couple strapped to her body. At first it was only in self defense however as the years went on she started to actively play the weak, feeble victim to lure unsuspecting potential predators to their brutal demise. Rumors of a "pred hunter" started to sprout up among various groups, however the local media did it's best to keep a sealed lid on such events, for if word was to be wide spread that not even those fierce and mighty rpedators were safe, who would be? Eliza became quite the cunning huntress yet she herself never once tried to swallow down one of her victims, the thought of consuming and digesting a person was completely unappealing to her. Thus the legend of the pred hunter began, the only question is how long would she last doing such dangerous deeds.