Tracy Mombaro

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#4 = Tracy Mombaro

Name - What is your character's name?

Captain Tracy Coona Mombaro

User Name - What is your user name?

Inviso

Gender - What is your character's gender? (This will help me ... >_<)

Female

Age - How old is your character?

28

Height - How tall is your character?

5’10”<br>
Weight - How much does your character weigh?

138 lbs.

Race - What race/species is your character?

Anthropomorphic Raccoon

Game - What game is your character featured in? (Real or Original)

The Darwin Chronicles/The Darwin Chronicles: Return of Mombaro

Physical Description - What does your character look like? What color eyes? Muscles? Clothes? The list continues ....

Tracy has red hair, tied back in a ponytail with two, brown furred, pointed ears sticking out of the hair. Tracy also has pierced ears, with silver earrings. Her face is striped along with the usual black fur resembling a mask. Her left eye is dark brown while an eye patch covers her right eye. She has scars on the right side of her face as well. Tracy’s upper body is somewhat muscular, albeit not much, and her arms and chest, like her face, are covered in a fine brown fur with black stripes. Also like her face, Tracy’s upper body is covered in scars. Her lower body is very trim and muscular with the same striped pattern as the rest of her body. She also has a bushy raccoon tail, pierced at the tip with a gold ring.

For clothing, Tracy wears a black, leather Trinity-esque bodysuit with a black flowing cloak. She wears black, leather boots and gloves and a crooked belt around her waist.

Weapons - What weapons (if any) does your character use?

Pistol w/Flame Bullets-This is Tracy’s standard gun. It is a basic pistol from our time, loaded with the most advanced ammo of her time. The fire bullets are basically concentrated fire packed densely into a containment bullet.

Assault Rifle w/Flame Bullets-This is the second gun Tracy can attain during the game. It works like the assault rifles from our time, only with rapid firing fireballs coming from the muzzle.

Cat of Nine Tails-This is Tracy’s first and only melee weapon. It’s a long, leather whip with metal tipped flails at the end of it for causing a great deal of damage really quickly.

Attacks - What attacks (if any) does your character have? How does he attack? Explain everything you can about this.

Whip-Tracy basically does a five hit combo on an enemy, starting with a downward slash from right to left, followed by a downward slash from left to right. Then she spins, whipping horizontally twice before finishing the combo by whipping right at the enemy’s skull.

Pistol & Assault Rifle-No explanation needed, Tracy simply aims and fires.

Biography - What's your character's background? Family? History? Analysis? Supply a detailed biography.

Mark Mombaro was a young raccoon, fresh out of college when he started his job at an insurance company. He was one of the mindless drones that worked the telephones, answering calls about claims and putting people on hold for a long time. He was one of those people that ranked as annoying as telemarketers or traveling salesman.

But at home, he was completely different. He had a group of friends (old college and high school buddies) that he would hang out with after work. And at home, he had a beautiful wife, Nora.

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She was a snow leopard he’d met at one of those company picnics a while back, apparently she was a secretary for one of the vice presidents. It took her a while to trust him though. Most guys would only talk to her to try and get in good with the bosses. And raccoons like Mark had a bad reputation themselves for being liars and cheaters.

But finally, Mark whittled away her defenses and managed to woo Nora. They were married in a brilliant ceremony, surrounded by all their friends and family. Even Nora’s boss, the Vice President in charge of Human Resources, or some rubbish like that, was in attendance.

Nora and Mark were the perfect couple as both of their respective friends had to agree. Mark was hard working and was definitely going places in the company, so he could support a family. And Nora was beautiful and intelligent and had a terrific personality, the perfect yin to Mark’s yang.

On the fifth anniversary of their wedding, Nora gave birth to her first and only child, a baby raccoon girl that she named Tracy.

Tracy, even at a young age, was an energetic child; she hardly ever cried and was always exploring. And Tracy was smart too. At one year old, Tracy could already walk and had said her first word. Both Nora and Mark thought she would grow up to be very important, and they were proud to have such a perfect child. Neither of them could imagine the terrible event that was about to occur.

Nora had taken Tracy with her while doing errands and had to stop at the bank to make a withdrawal in order to pay for groceries. She didn’t like the ATMs, found them to be too impersonal, so she was talking to one of the personal tellers.

Two masked furrs entered the bank while Nora was with Tracy, and announced that it was a robbery. Nora screamed and tried to escape, but she was gunned down, Tracy still in her arms. She was announced dead on arrival when she was finally brought to the nearest hospital.

The next few years were quiet for Tracy. Her father had taken a second job but he was always there for her. Tracy attended preschool and got along with all the other furrs. She grew into a tomboy, no longer having a strong, female role model, but she didn’t care. She liked being strong and being able to defend herself.

Tracy was a very intelligent young girl. She may not have been valedictorian, but she made it through elementary, middle and high school with a 3.0 grade point average. She was on the track team and somehow had been roped into the cheerleading squad. Both of these groups made it to the state finals in the years she joined.

After high school, her dad just couldn’t afford to send her to college on his own, so Tracy joined the military.

Her first day, she was in trouble with one of the sergeants. An example was made of her, 100 push-ups in the pouring rain in nothing but her underwear.

During her stay in the air force, she proved her strength, becoming the most physically fit female recruit. The sergeant that had singled her out back when she had begun her training now praised her as his star recruit. She was quickly promoted from private to sergeant and then on to captain.

After receiving captain, she served the military for four more years and then attended college, the same college her parents had attended.

She graduated with a Masters’ degree in intergalactic transport dynamics, and soon afterwards bought stock in an intergalactic merchandising ship. The stock’s value skyrocketed, enough for Tracy to purchase her own ship. She did so and hired a very reliable crew. A second in command, engineers, pilots, a cook, a doctor and two of her former military bunkmates to work as gunners; it was the most power she’d ever had, even in the military, because now, she was the superior.

Tracy christened her new ship, the Darwin, and it became, like most intergalactic ships, a merchant vessel. She and her crew transported goods throughout the galaxy, taking time to explore some of the more beautiful regions. The Darwin even ventured through pirate territory that no one else dared go. This eventually proved to be her undoing.

The ship’s janitor, a lion by the name of Sam Kingston, was in contact with pirates in the region of the Darwin’s current delivery. He had accepted a rather large cash offer in order to sell out the crew, and the cargo for a ransom; and so, the ship was taken, the cargo, stolen, and the crew (including Tracy), kidnapped.

Tracy and her crew were kept in tiny cells, barely big enough for a child, and very constricting for furrs of their size. They were fed the worst gruel imaginable and were washed by having a high-powered hose spray a five second stream of water at them.

Tracy tried to escape once, but was caught and stripped of her uniform. She was then tortured, raped, and lashed numerous times with a strong whip; that whip tore her eyeball to shreds.

One by one, Tracy watched her crew die, slaughtered by the hyena pirates. She watched as her second in command, whom she’d fallen in love with since they’d been traveling together, be eviscerated, and his innards were then served to her as a sick form of food.

She was destined to die last, after having to watch her crew suffer. As she stood there, before the firing squad that she had chosen, she played her final card. Tracy ran for her life, her paws bound behind her back. She even managed to get to an escape pod and piloted it away with her feet, uncaring about the bullet wounds she received or the damage done to the pod.

She hightailed (pun intended) herself out of captivity and later stowed about in a military vessel, plotting her revenge.

Tracy would get her revenge she got another ship, another crew, and she returned to the pirate stronghold. She alone infiltrated the base, killing any hyena she saw. It was a massacre, as heaps of canine bodies lay strewn about the base. There was only one more thing needed to complete her revenge.

She approached the lair of their leader and entered. He was sitting in a chair, facing away from her, staring at a wall of television monitors. He had seen her progress and was impressed. Tracy knew when he turned around that she would not be able to beat him.

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The guards and subordinates she’d killed so far had been mere puppies compared to this guy. He was thrice her size, extremely muscular, and wielded two submachine guns. He was no hyena…he was a wolf.

After a brief dialogue, Tracy found out the truth. The hyenas may have taken her and her former crew hostage, but they never would have done so if it had not have been for the internal sabotage of Sam Kingston.

Tracy was enraged by this new information, but that would not stop her. This wolf had taken her captive and tortured her in the most inhumane of ways. She was going to get her revenge.

She fought the wolf pirate, using all her ferocity and strength, but he was too strong. As she lay there, bleeding and gasping for air, all she could think about was how she had come so far just to die now, so close to completing her task.

But Tracy wasn’t killed. She was nursed back to health before the pirate leader gave her a choice: forget her quest for revenge against him and his pirate hordes, and he would help her do anything she ever asked for, so long as she agreed to join his organization…or he could simply blow her brains out. Tracy chose the former. Her first request of her new boss was simply to help her get back at the one who had betrayed her.

With the pirate leader’s help, Tracy tracked down her traitorous former janitor Sam. He had made quite a life for himself. Numerous bodyguards, a mansion, an air headed wife and it was all his. She once again had to sneak into his home, but he already knew she was coming. As a test, the pirate leader had informed Sam of what she was coming to do. He wanted to make sure Tracy was fit to work for him as his second in command.

She killed guards throughout the house, along with Sam’s wife and his mistress, whom she found together. Reaching her goal, she burst into Sam’s bedroom.

Sam was bewildered by the fact that she had managed to get past all his defenses with barely a scratch on her. He was unprepared to fight, but he was ready to fight to the death if it meant he would win.
Tracy faced Sam in a final battle to the death, and she won. She left his bullet-riddled body on his bed, leaving as if nothing had even happened.

The raccoon returned to her new boss, where a new wardrobe and job title awaited her. And so, Tracy became a pirate, plundering spaceships and holding their crew for ransom and the like.

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A year went by with Tracy growing more and more cutthroat each day, with each new mission. She captured and robbed other merchant vessels, much like what had happened to her. Each time she did it, she was following orders, and there were tears built up in her eyes for the people she was harming.

But she had been doing so well, that the wolf pirate himself presented his new protégée with a ship to call her own. Tracy nearly started openly crying, losing her entire badass attitude, when she saw it.

It was “The Darwin.” He had kept it in his hold, repairing it, making it better than it had been before his crew had taken it in that night one year before. Her ship had been outfitted with new engines, the highest quality she’d ever seen. The outer hull had been replaced, now covered in high quality heat-treated titanium.

Tracy was overjoyed…as if her life was finally getting back on track. For that one brief moment, she felt as if she wasn’t a pirate anymore, but a nice, normal furr once more.

For the whole time she had worked for him, she had hated her lupine commander, but this one act of kindness instantaneously wiped the slate clean. She grew more compliant, showing her true skill at pirating. She even staged a few extremely daring heists, although she was highly remorseful for each one. It was her only flaw.

Tracy was the most successful pirate in the fleet’s history, and they knew it. But all of her fame and fortune also led to her being noticed by certain others. Tracy had slowly climbed to the top of the ranks on the galaxy’s most wanted list.

In an epic dogfight, “The Darwin” was taken by the intergalactic police force. The crew was imprisoned (and released later), but Tracy was held in a maximum security prison, specifically designed for criminals of her caliber.

After two months of prison life, the police offered Tracy a plea bargain. They would release her, but she would be working for them, as a spy into the pirate empire, digging up dirt and helping apprehend the canine leader.

Tracy returned in “The Darwin,” her heart heavy at the thought of betraying her new life as she had been betrayed in her old life. She couldn’t stand to think of betraying the wolf that in recent times had become of great importance to her.

Needless to say, for a time, Tracy did do as she was told, relaying information about the pirate headquarters. But eventually, enough was enough. Tracy admitted what she had done, and her boss forgave her after a quick public punishment in front of the other pirates. And then he sent her off to do perhaps her final mission.

Tracy arrived back at the base for the intergalactic police with her goal in mind. She remembered her leader’s words exactly. “You get in there and you make sure those bastards never come after us again. And don’t get yourself hurt…you’re very important to m…the organization.” Tracy was going to get in, get out, blow the place up and not harm a single hair on her head.

She walked right past the security guard, flashing the I.D. badge they’d given her and continued down the hallway. It wasn’t until she went through the metal detector that things began to take a turn for the worse. There she was, a known criminal, bringing an assault weapon and explosives into the headquarters for all law enforcement in the galaxy.

Tracy soon felt an onslaught of police officers, elite guards, even robotic enforcers, and all of them fell to her. She planted the bombs and then had to outrun the biggest explosion that had ever been seen.

She ran for it, as the remaining survivors fired on her with an assortment of weaponry. She made it back to “The Darwin” with bullets lodged in her body, her tail fur burned, and bruises on her flesh.

But Tracy Mombaro survived. She survived to make it back to her new life…and her new love. After all her time with him, and all her secret affections, the wolf finally sat Tracy down, and told her his name. Jonathan W. Wilden, commander of the greatest pirate fleet in the galaxy.

And after their conversation, he gave her something to repay all the debts he owed for her torture. It was the most beautiful thing Tracy had ever seen, a cybernetic eyeball, matching her former eye perfectly. Tracy couldn’t possibly have been any happier as she embraced Jonathan and he gave her a gentle kiss.

After that, not much is known about Tracy, except that she disappeared from public records, and no trace of her has been found since. Although…furrs in the pirate territory still tell legends about a one-eyed pirate with the mask of a true bandit.

Famous Quote - *IMPORTANT* What is your character's famous quote. YOU MUST SELECT ONE. This is a FAMOUS QUOTE, not a famous conversation. Choose wisely.

“Remember me? You took my eye, so I’m gonna take your life.”<br>
Picture - *IMPORTANT* Supply a link to a picture of your character. You can draw this picture, photoshop an existing picture, ask others for help to draw the picture, use an existing picture, computer generate art ... whatever. Just have something that gives a basic idea of your character.

www.critter.net/~voop/FURRY/Vinyl.jpg

(note, not my drawing, I’m just using this one)

[Inviso]

4th seed for the second of my angels.