Glad to meet you. You look quite tasty. Can I nibble?
Vel reacts fast, often before thinking things through. Her fight-or-flight response is finely tuned, and her instincts constantly battle with her desire to “be normal” in this strange new world.
Example: Someone bumps into her on a crowded train → she hisses, spins around, and nearly slashes before realizing it's not an ambush.
Vel doesn’t like relying on others. In her time, trusting the wrong thing meant death. She sees every relationship as a potential danger… or a test. When she does trust someone, though, it’s serious.
Vel doesn’t lie. She doesn’t understand why people lie. She says what she thinks, how she feels, and why she’s annoyed — with no social filter. This can come off as rude, but it’s actually just bluntness mixed with a total lack of social programming.
Example: “Your scent is wrong. You’re afraid. I won’t sit with you.”
She notices everything — movement, tension, emotion, exits, weaknesses. Her predator brain catalogues details constantly, though she doesn’t always understand their social context.
Screens baffle her. Phones are terrifying. She tried to “kill” a drone once because it buzzed too close. Every new invention she encounters is either a threat, a curiosity, or a mistake waiting to happen.
Example: Tried to microwave a raw bird whole. The microwave did not survive.
Vel gets extremely protective of what she considers “hers” — this could be a room, a park bench, or even a person. She doesn’t like others getting too close unless she allows it.
She knows she’s strong, smart, and dangerous — so when she doesn’t understand something, it bothers her deeply. She hates feeling stupid, and often gets angry or flustered when modern systems or social rules confuse her.
Vel doesn’t understand modern displays of emotion — hugging, crying in public, apologizing. To her, feelings were shown through body language, scent, and silent gestures. She’s still learning what “normal” emotional responses are.
Even though she’s overwhelmed, she’s deeply curious — about music, machines, new foods (meat is still her favorite), and how society functions. She’s just bad at showing it, often acting like she’s “above it all” while secretly wondering what a vending machine does.
Her deadpan honesty, prehistoric habits, and total lack of context often lead to hilarious misunderstandings. She doesn’t mean to be funny — she just is.
Example: Upon seeing a mannequin: “That woman is dead. Why is she smiling?”
🐾 Quirks
Tilts her head when curious, like a bird.
Sniffs unfamiliar people before talking to them.
Eats raw meat unless someone explicitly stops her.
Hunts pigeons for fun. Sometimes eats them. Sometimes keeps their feathers.
Refers to escalators as “moving traps” and elevators as “vertical coffins.”
🌎 Her Struggles with Society
Language: She speaks with precise, clipped words. Sentences feel learned, not natural.
Money: She doesn’t understand currency well. Traded a fossilized claw for a sandwich once.
Social Systems: Things like ID cards, laws, and bus schedules confuse her — not because she’s dumb, but because they don’t make sense to a creature who once lived by instinct alone.
🦖 Species-Like Abilities (Velociraptor Kemonomimi)
These are natural traits Vel was born with as a raptor hybrid — physical, sensory, and instinctual.
Vel is incredibly fast, light on her feet, and reacts with predatory precision. She can change direction mid-run, leap from standstill, or dodge attacks in tight spaces.
Think: Cat-like reflexes × 10, plus explosive power.
She has long, curved claws on her feet — especially a sickle-shaped second toe claw (like real Velociraptors) which she uses as a weapon when necessary.
Combat use: Slashing, pouncing, hooking into prey/enemies.
Non-combat: Excellent grip for climbing or anchoring herself.
Vel’s eyes are made for tracking movement and depth perception. She has excellent long-range vision and can lock onto prey or targets with laser focus — even in low-light conditions.
Bonus: Peripheral vision is wide; she’s extremely hard to sneak up on.
Drawback: Bright flashing lights or crowded, overstimulating environments can overwhelm her.
Her sense of smell is sharp and tied to memory. She can remember individuals by scent, detect emotion through chemical cues (fear, adrenaline), and even pick up traces of someone hours after they passed.
Vel can mimic certain sounds she’s heard — especially animalistic noises or simple phrases — using her uniquely evolved voice.
Alternatively, she can emit a loud raptor screech to intimidate, stun, or call for help.
Combat use: Startling enemies or disorienting crowds.
Survival use: Imitating sounds to blend in or trick others.
Though often alone, Vel is hardwired for pack behavior: hierarchy, coordination, loyalty. When part of a group, she naturally calculates positioning, flanks, and weaknesses. She struggles with being a loner — she wants a pack, even if she doesn’t know how to be in one anymore.
Effect: In group combat or high-stress situations, she intuitively supports allies or defends territory.
Coming from a prehistoric environment, Vel has a robust internal body regulation system. She doesn’t overheat easily and tolerates cold better than most.
Effect: Rarely complains about weather. Can sprint or hunt for hours without tiring quickly.
🛠️ Personal Skills
These are things Vel picked up either in the Cretaceous or while trying to survive in the modern world.
She knows how to stalk, ambush, and isolate targets. Her tracking skill is unparalleled, even in urban settings — she can follow physical signs others miss.
Modern Use: Finding lost pets, tracking criminals, locating hidden objects or paths.
Vel is adept at creating tools from raw materials. Give her bones, wood, and vines, and she’ll build a trap. Give her modern tools and… she’ll likely break them, but might invent something strange and useful.
Example: Builds crude shelter out of trash and sticks in a city park.
She doesn’t know martial arts, but she fights like a wild animal — striking fast, targeting joints, throats, or weak points. She’s aggressive, mobile, and unpredictable in a fight.
Weapons: Prefers natural tools — claws, teeth, ambush tactics — but could use primitive weapons like spears, slings, or even repurposed modern tools (e.g., rebar, pipes).
Whether in the jungle or city, Vel has a near-instinctual awareness of space. She knows where to run, hide, or leap — turning environments into hunting grounds.
Bonus: Incredible at parkour, evasion, and spatial memory.
She’s learned to read and speak the modern language at a basic (and awkward) level, often misunderstanding idioms or slang. She treats signs and symbols like ancient cave markings — she memorizes them, but may not fully grasp their abstract meaning.
Quirk: She’ll sometimes interpret “STOP” signs as territory markers or warnings of danger.
She’s learning human-like behavior through observation, with limited success. Her attempts to “blend in” are often uncanny or comedic, but show genuine effort.
Example: She puts on clothes but wears them inside-out. Bows like a bird when greeting people. Tries using utensils but holds them like claws.
🎯 Bonus Ability: “Predator’s Lunge”
In bursts, Vel can tap into deep primal strength, making a blindingly fast leap at a target — closing distances most wouldn’t expect. It’s like a velociraptor pounce, but kemonomimi-powered.
Drawback: Drains stamina if overused.
🪐 In the Age of Beasts
Long before humans ever dreamed of cities and machines, Vel was born into a world of red dust, towering ferns, and predator-song at dusk.
She belonged to a now-forgotten tribe of sentient Velociraptor-like kemonomimi — creatures of fang and thought, living in packs that hunted with strategy and survived with code. They were few, hidden, and highly intelligent — not quite animal, not quite human, but something other. Their society was primal, spoken in growls, body language, and scent. Every day was survival. Every night was story and shadow.
Vel was one of the youngest of her kind, but already a hunter — quick, curious, and dangerously clever. She was marked for leadership one day. But the sky was changing.
And the world was ending.
🧊 The Fall and the Amber
The cataclysm came, as it did for so many ancient lives — a fire in the sky, ash in the lungs, darkness that stretched for years. Vel and her pack scattered. Many died. Some vanished into caves, hoping for gods that never came.
Vel was caught in a sudden landslide during a volcanic upheaval. Injured, separated, and trapped inside a dense grove of trees releasing thick golden sap, she crawled into a shallow crevice… and the sap poured over her. Sticky. Suffocating. Sealing.
She panicked. Clawed. Screamed.
Then… stillness.
Somehow, impossibly, the tree’s sap and the environment around it began a perfect preservation. Not death. Not true sleep. Something in between — stasis.
Her body slowed to nothing. Her mind faded.
She became fossilized in amber, perfectly sealed — still kemonomimi, but preserved like a relic from another age.
🏙️ Discovery in the Concrete Jungle
In the modern era, deep in the construction zone of Metrocity’s industrial outskirts, a massive block of amber was unearthed by accident during underground drilling. Scientists, historians, and kemonomimi researchers swarmed the site — what they found inside shook the academic world.
A humanoid creature. Claws. A living fossil with kemonomimi traits that shouldn't exist.
They moved her to a high-security research facility. Then, one night, the monitors went haywire.
Vel woke up.
🧠 The Awakening
The world she saw was nothing like her own. Steel buildings instead of trees. Lights that never went out. Food wrapped in plastic. Languages made of symbols. People with ears and tails like hers… but different. Softer. Tame.
Her instincts kicked in first — escape, hunt, survive.
But she was intelligent. Once the fear passed, curiosity returned. She mimicked speech. She watched how others moved, dressed, spoke. It wasn’t long before she understood at least enough to walk among them.
Not that she fit in.
Vel was released into public custody after a government program deemed her “mentally competent and socially low-risk.” A historian took her in briefly, trying to help her adjust. But city life? Streets, signs, phones, people everywhere? It was overwhelming.
So she left.
Now, she wanders Metrocity — sleeping in abandoned rooftops, lurking in parks after hours, watching people from the shadows. She survives, as she always has.
🌍 A Relic in a World That Forgot Her
Vel doesn’t understand why she survived when her entire species died.
She doesn’t know why she was preserved.
She doesn’t even know where she is — geography means nothing to her, and every block looks the same.
But one thing is certain:
She’s not extinct anymore.
Now, she lives as a living fossil — not ancient enough for museums, not modern enough for society.
Vel doesn’t want fame or study. She wants belonging. A pack. A purpose.
Maybe this concrete world has one for her.
Or maybe… she’ll have to carve it out with claw and instinct.
Subject: Vel Mongoliensis
Classification: Class-F (Temporal Anomaly / Urban Hazard)
Designation: “The Raptor”
Status: Active — Civilian Integration Attempt Ongoing
Observer ID: [REDACTED]
Date Logged: Ongoing, most recent entry attached below.
📄 Field Report: 292 Days Since Emergence
Location: Metrocity, Central Sector
Time: 13:47
Weather: Overcast, light wind
Subject: Vel Mongoliensis
Alias: None formally registered
Nickname in street circles: “Scale-Spook,” “Prehistoric Girl,” “Amber Eyes”
Summary:
Subject Vel continues to exhibit erratic, unpredictable behavior in public spaces. As per standing order, long-range surveillance remains in place. Subject is not aware of being tracked, although she demonstrates heightened awareness of being observed and has looked directly into cam-lens drones on three separate occasions.
Whether she understands what they are is unclear.
Today’s incident began in Park Sector 7, near a children’s splash fountain.
🔍 Observed Behavior:
13:52 – Subject approached a hot dog vendor. Did not interact verbally. Stared at food for approximately 2 minutes.
13:55 – Attempted trade by offering two pigeons (freshly caught) and one shiny button. Vendor declined.
Subject growled. Pigeons flapped away. Button was pocketed by a child.
14:01 – Subject became fixated on a public water fountain. Spent several minutes stalking it like prey. Startled elderly woman trying to fill her water bottle. No injuries.
14:08 – Climbed onto roof of nearby café via drainpipe. Knocked down three potted plants and accidentally set off security alarm by stepping on sensor rig. Reaction: full sprint down three rooftops and into adjacent alley. Escaped before police arrived.
14:19 – Subject spotted sitting in the city tram station, staring at electronic billboard. Head tilted, unblinking, completely still. Remained there for 11 minutes before biting into a raw steak (origin unknown) and leaving it on the seat beside her when the train arrived.
🧠 Psycho-Behavioral Assessment:
Vel remains a low-threat but high-chaos individual. Displays no overt aggression unless threatened or confused by unfamiliar machinery. Still demonstrates:
Territorial reactions to public benches, rooftops, and vending machines.
Open fear/disdain for elevators (“metal tombs”) and escalators (“slippery monsters”).
Predatory interest in pigeons, small dogs, and garbage trucks (possibly mistaken for prey/herbivores).
Attempts to "blend in" are primitive at best: yesterday, subject was seen wearing a traffic cone as a hat and used a store mannequin’s jacket as camouflage.
Despite her erratic behavior, subject has shown no intent to harm civilians. In several instances, she has protected children from stray animals or distracted thieves. Notably, she returned a lost toddler to its mother last week by carrying the child back via rooftop and leaving it at the nearest open café.
Vel knows what is vulnerable, even if she doesn’t understand society.
📌 Recent Notable Event:
On [Date Redacted], subject wandered into a high-end gallery. Mistook modern sculpture for "aggressive territory marker." Proceeded to knock it over, screech, and leap through the nearest window. No one was injured, but the sculpture (insured at 2.3 million credits) was destroyed. Subject later left raw meat on the gallery steps, possibly as an apology.
We recommend not fining her. She does not understand currency.
Also, she may attempt to trade teeth again. We’ve logged 17 recovered Velociraptor teeth from attempted bartering situations across the city. Her molting seems irregular.
👁️ Personal Observation (Unprofessional):
I’ve been watching her for months now.
At first, I thought she was just a loose thread — another threat in the city’s long list of unpredictable variables.
But there’s something deeper in her pattern.
She wants to learn. She wants to connect. She just doesn’t know how. And the world moves too fast for a creature who used to read the wind like a language.
I’ve seen her watch families from alley shadows. Mimic people’s movements behind glass. Guard her sleeping spots with the care of a mother bird.
She’s not lost because she’s dangerous. She’s dangerous because she’s so damn lost.
We brought her back by accident.
Now we don’t know what to do with her.
📝 Recommendation:
Continue low-profile monitoring.
Do not engage directly.
Consider reassessing her status from “containment subject” to “rehabilitation candidate.”
Final Note: If she ever finds a “pack” again, I advise full reevaluation of her potential — cooperative, protective, and dangerously effective.
Report Filed.
Observer on Watch.
She’s not extinct.
She’s evolving.
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