FemaleDate of Birth:
Uncertain of the exact date, Birth year 2786, currently 812 years oldPlanet of Origin:
Earth, though she didn't remain there longRace/Species:
Half human/Half Weeping-AngelNationality:
125lbs Body Shape:
Athletic with firm muscles, a flat stomach, high, firm breasts, round bottom, lean legs that she makes look longer with heeled boots and shoes. Distinguishing marks:
Born without physical wings she has a large birthmark down her back in the shape of them. It starts just below her shoulder blades, where the wings would insert if actual, sweeps up over her shoulders, and trails down over the curve of her buttocks, with every feather outlined more clearly than the most realistic of tattoos. In the right light it can almost look as if it's hovering just over the skin instead of being a part of it.Abilities:
Unlike a full Angel she doesn't HAVE
to feed on the energy of other living creatures but in fear or danger she CAN
. In situations of extreme danger she may “freeze” and take on the appearance of a stone statue, this is NOT
something she can do at will, but only happens when she is truly afraid for her life. She heals faster than a normal human, though not instantaneously, days worth of healing taking hours and severe damage taking days instead of weeks. She can be killed but barring that it doesn't seem that old age alone will kill her.Skills:
With a love for music she's an excellent singer, can play the piano very technically well (though with no real flare that could make her great) and learns the basic of many alien instruments when one catches her attention. She cooks well but many of the meals she makes seem quite odd to most as they often combine foods and flavors from the various worlds she's visited. She has a true talent for learning skills with weapons and is never
without a blade of some sort on her person.Equipment:
Inarra has a wide collection of knives and swords from various worlds and cultures but most of them are kept in her own little cache's scattered around the galaxies. On her person she almost always has a knife concealed in one of her boots (if not both), or, if wearing a skirt, she will have holes in the folds or pockets of the fabric so she can reach a blade strapped to her thigh.Personality:
For all her skill with blades and her ability to steal the energy from living beings she actually prefers not to harm anyone. Inarra had an innate love of learning which keeps her moving from place to place, always in search of the next experience or discovery. She also has a strong sense of right and wrong and of justice and steps in to help when she feels she can. Often she is a kind, quiet girl but she can be chatty if approached properly or if she knows someone well. She also has a vicious temper once angered and can hold a grudge longer than most people live, but it take a lot to actually do more than annoy her.Background Information:
Innara's mother, much like Amy Pond, saw an image of a Weeping Angel on a video monitor. Unlike Amy, however, the Doctor wasn't around to save her. The only thing that kept her mother's transformation from completing entirely was the fact that she was pregnant and the Angel couldn't transform the baby entirely because she
hadn't looked at the image. The changes the Angel did make in her mother before her birth however, changed her as well giving her both Human and Angel characteristics.
Once she was born however, the Angel finished her mother's transformation and Inarra never saw her again. Why she didn't steal all the potential energy Inarra, with her combined traits, must have had is Inarra's only clue that perhaps even Angel's, at least those that start as something else, can feel more than the need to feed.
As a child she was bounced around the American foster system until the age of 18. Few families wasn't to keep the quiet, introspective, child with her odd birthmark and affinity for knives; especially when two children, both who had tried to harm her, simply went missing. There was never any evidence that Inarra had harmed them in any way, but after that finding placements for her became particularly difficult.
Having learned of this ability the hard way, Inarra finds it to be a constant temptation. She doesn't need to take people's energy but that doesn't stop it from being the sort of rush that people throughout time have been willing to pay dearly for. Power and a singing joy filling her blood as she took everything those children could have been and made it a part of herself. It became a constant battle not to do it again, not to feel that rush, simply because she could. Recognizing how very wrong using such an ability on other was, particularly when she didn't need
to, she has limited it's use to those times when someone was truly threatening her life. In such instances she considers all normal rules null and void.
With a thirst for learning and new experiences, and a pretty face that helped in interviews, Inarra left Earth as soon as she was 18. She began by shipping out on inter-gallactic cruise liners working as a simple maid or waitress and pocketing her pay away in various accounts throughout the galaxy. Apparently it became clear that she wasn't going to continue aging normally however, and, to avoid doctors wanting to experiment on her, she began bouncing from company to company and eventually began taking time out on worlds that were new to her, before finding another ship to travel on.
Over the centuries she's become quite skilled at stowing away, or seeming entirely innocuous on the ships she hires out on and, through some lucky investments, has enough money in various banks, under various names, that she rarely has to do either any long...though she will at times to keep her skills fresh. She's always found it amazing how those accustomed to wealth will speak in front of those they deem “servants” as if they had no ears at all and will sometimes take a job just to see what interesting information such fools will let slip...a habit that has garnered her no small amount of comfort as well since she's not above using such information for her own gain so long as no one will actually be harmed by her doing so.
Along her way she has collected stories, legends, and mysteries about the Doctor. She finds him fascinating in that he seems to span so many cultures on so many worlds. Some hailing him as a hero, other's naming him Destroyer, almost all spoken with a sort of awe often reserved for a Diety. For all the stories she's never actually come across him, though she hopes one day to, and wonders what he would make of her and her mixed background.