Name: Blythe Seraphina Ruri

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Ages: 26 - 54

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Genders: Female, herm, Shemale, Male[feminine]

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Height: 5' 5"

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Hair: Scarlet Red

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Eyes: Sapphire blue but sometimes they change to violet

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Bust: D 29

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Occupations: Air Force Fighter Pilot[retired] , Park Ranger, Firewatch

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Personality:Reserved and quiet, she used tobe upbeat and ecitable

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there is still a spark left in her waiting to be found

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She is kind, and caring but has a very low tolerance for bullshit and assholes

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her favorite flower is the white orchid

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She has a pension for wolves, wolf dogs, and huskies

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It helps her stay....happy, to keep in shape, so she constantly works out.

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Bio: Blythe was born in England, in Essex but when she was two, her parents immigrated out of the city and to Jackson, Wyoming, on work Visa's. After a while they managed to get dual citizenships for the whole family, just as her younger sister, Skye, was born. The family took tons of camping trips to the Shoshone, where her mother and she went hiking, meditating, and even visited an exceptionally friendly wolf from time to time. She lead a pretty ordinary life until she hit high school, and decided to go into the ROTC, or Cadet Corps program, and from there she joined the air force, straight out of high school, where she was valedictorian. She was also top of her class at the air force academy, even though boot camp was almost literal hell for her....at least for the first two weeks it was. After being made a fighter pilot, and learning the ropes rather expertly, she was shipped off to war.

 

What she thought was going to be a simple scouting mission, turned to her hell. This was her fifth mission, while on tour, and as she soared over an enemy compound, she was shot out of the sky by an enemy jet. She only barely managed to pull the eject button, and pull her chute, but just as she did, the jet clipped her, and damaged her dominant arm, very, very badly. She was knocked unconcious, and only just barely landed safely. She woke to a squad of enemy soldiers pulling her to her feet. She struggled, though she couldnt feel, or move her arm at all. She was held prisioner, by the enemy for a good five days, and tortured and questioned, before a rescue team was finally sent in, and well, rescued her.

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She debriefed, and was sent home, after some...field surgery on her arm. She could still move it, but she had very bad pain all over the entiure arm, and her shoulder, was especially damaged. She spent the next two years, in a sort of depressive state, at home, and before she knew it, she had to have her arm amputated because of the damage done to it. However, the air force had incredible insurance, so she was able to get a really kickass prostetic that was, about as good as her previous arm. With this, she decided to get a job, so she took some classes, and became a truck driver across the states, and did that for a good two years before she got fed up with it. SHe returned home, and thought about what she wanted to do with her life, and where she wanted to go. Honestly? She just wanted piece and quiet. And so a thought struck her. She always loved hiking, and camping. Why not become a park ranger? So she sent out applications, to any park across the country she could, and eventually landed a job as firewatch, in the shoshone. After two seasons of that, she reapplied to parks for a ranger, and finally got the job as a ranger for Teddy Roosevelt National Park. She settled in pretty easily in her cabin with the other rangers, before the year was up, she got a promotion, and moved into a cabin in the center of the park, to be more, alone.