Vesuvius

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The strange beast before you is a mixture of roo, tiger, and horny taur. Standing normally at 19feet tall, rearing to roughly 12-13 feet.. while a short 8 foot long. The lean body moves with surprising grace and form.. but still when you get down to it is a multi ton creature not designed for sneaking up on people



Vesuvius has had a tumultuous past.. hir first memories in life are wrapped around hir being clutched lovingly to a muscular otters chest while the rest of the world around her was a blaze, the acrid smell of napalm. His loose fitting millitary fatigues gently rubbing his smell into her face The first words she remebers hearing came from this male otter “Damn fuckers, Sons of bitches, they Aint getting me, fuck them all to hell, they'll burn.. “ This sorta explains hir salty language.. She remembers his heartbeat beatting against her face, soothing as she was kept safe from the destruction. Soon after her salvation the otter left her.. her memories of that month are fleeting but fill her with warmth, she was loved, she was cared for by someone who could have easily left her to burn, someone who had such anger and hate flowing through htme. She never said a word to him.. and he never realized she understood english.. the parting moment left her with one of her most precius possessions, she remembered the otters hand sliding a few small shiny stones into her pouch while staring into her eyes.. then giving her his metal dogtags with the gruff word “I Fucking don't need this anymore, I'm never going back, they'll reap what they sow. Vesuvius is going to erupt if they try to find me,,” The first time she remembered crying was watching him leave, she said nothing, just tearing up soflty... She keeps those otter's dogtags around her neck as a symbol that She has worth. A constant reminder of the fact SOMEONE saved her way back when she needed it.. She also took her name from that.
For the rest of her youth she grew up, blessed with more luck than she should have had She enlisted in the army at the age of 14(people can't tell her age THAT easy after all), and quickly took to the army life, thriving with a love for everything related to it, remembering her savior and maintaining an idolized image of him, She has a somewhat glorified view of war, even if having developed a gallows humor and tough as nails exterior. She believes strongly in what she does, thinking of her army breathen as her family. When not on active duty she takes the roll of a drill seargent to heart, and those recruits that are under her REALLY think she fits the name.. Rough, demanding, and wanting perfection, ready to explode at a moments notice... “I'll make a man outa you, or else you'll just be a mangirls gut...

When in combat situations her roll becomes very apparent, a capable leader with a sharp mind she seems to be naturally in control when something goes wrong. Most call her the unofficial second in command of any operation even if she cherishes the roll of combat medic most of all, She fights, she eats, she does what a vorish battle warrior is expected to do.. but her first concern is her people.. keeping them alive and safe.

Possession wise she cares for little, she carries medical supplies of course, and a couple sidearms(a .50 caliber machine gun and a assault rifle), along with her personal weapon “The grand pounder” a morter style artillary weapon that shoots massive stickygell bombs.. it works best with a spotter to tell her the measurements of her target.. For trully personal things her military uniform is quite important to her, she takes care not to damage it after a meal, or a fuck, but thre are only two things she truly has emotional attachments for, the dogtags of the otter which never leave her person, and her own dog tags she wears as a earing on her right ear. Symbolizing who she is while the otters are what she was.

Vesuvius's roll as a combat medic was enhanced by her natural talents, in three ways. First hir “Triage Pouch” Those placed into her warm soft pouch immediately fall asleep and are kept suspended in blissful pease. Even if barely alive... held here they are stabilized immediately and kept alive for up to a week(Plenty of time to reach a hospital in most cases), the second noteable skill is the fact that both her breast milk and he malecum are extremely potent painkillers and healing aids, rubbed over the flesh they close up wounds, healing many wounds quickly. Drinking it likewise is part of a long term care course for those moderatly injured. For the Serious cases.. obviously mortal wounds that are deep, missing parts, and so on.. even in some RARE cases a recently dead person, can be slid into her womb for a long term(a month or so) treatment, slowly fixing whats wrong with them as they give hir a pregnant look