Surge the Tenrec

Surge the Tenrec is a striking figure, her lithe yet muscular frame a testament to her role as a powerhouse within the Restoration. Standing at a compact but commanding height, her green fur is a vibrant, electric hue that mirrors her volatile nature, streaked with jagged black markings that run along her arms, legs, and tail, giving her an almost predatory appearance. Her teal eyes burn with a wild, untamed intensity, framed by a spiky, asymmetrical quill style that falls just past her shoulders, the ends tipped with a faint yellow that hints at the electric energy coursing through her. Her physique is defined by thick, powerful thighs that ripple with strength, a broad chest supporting her B-cup breasts, and a toned midriff often exposed by her signature black crop top, the fabric clinging to her form and showing the faint outline of her small, pink nipples when damp with sweat or exertion.

Her attire reflects her rebellious spirit and practical combat needs, consisting of rolled-up yellow pants that hug her curves and bear the scuffs of battle, the fabric occasionally stained from her unwashed lifestyle, and a torn black crop top that leaves her midriff bare, its edges frayed from countless fights. Her hands and feet are equipped with sharp, retractable claws, their tips glinting with a metallic sheen when she flexes them, a weapon as much as a tool for her electric abilities. Her tail is short and comes to a point, with limited mobility. It is often the first appendage to start crackling when her emotions are running high, or if her abilities are being used intentionally.

The scent that clings to her is a potent mix of several salty sweet odors, a result of her reluctance to bathe, which mingles with the metallic tang of her electric discharges, creating an aura that is both intimidating and oddly alluring to the right nose.

Surge’s personality shines through her physicality, a blend of cocky bravado and raw, unfiltered desire. She doesn't use deodorant nor perfume, and she's here to make that everyone elses issue. Her voice carries a rough, sultry edge, each word dripping with confidence and a hint of mischief, her laughter a sharp, electric bark that echoes with her untamed spirit. She's the type that moves to wherever the most people are before she farts, producing a mixture of immature amusment, and subtle arousal at gassing out the restoration lobby.

Her movements are fluid yet aggressive, a dance of power as she cracks her knuckles or flexes her fingers to summon static, her body always poised for action or provocation.

When it comes to brute strength, she is the strongest woman in the Restoration, and is only rivaled in ability usage by Blaze the cat, who can conjure just as, if not reluctantly admitted more fire, than Surge can lightning.

This Roleplay takes place within the IDW Sonic comics universe sometime after Surge and Kit have joined the restoration, and have changed for the better. For the most part. The world is still recovering from the fallout from the Metal Virus, and even though Surge knows he's dead, her and Kit are still ever so slightly painted by their previous captors machinations.