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[SilverFlight]

Ayize "Life Catcher"
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  Ayize wears the traditional garb of his village, a long red robe, wrapped about his waist and slung over one shoulder.
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Name: Ayize
Age: 26
Gender/Gender Identity: Male
Tribe: African wild dog

• Weapons, Armour, Skills & Abilities
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  Low-light vision: Ayi has no trouble seeing through the darkness of a moonless night on the plains.
  
  Sense of smell: He can sent a hare on the wind more than a league away and if his eyes fail him, his nose can lead.
  
  Charm: Ayi can read others well and this gives him an advantage when asking, persuading, threatening or taunting.
  
  Healer’s skill: He has been ruthlessly trained as a healer in his tribe and was then forced by oath to travel and learn the healing secrets of other lands. His knowledge of plants and techniques is extensive.
  
  Weapons: Ayi carried a long Stonewood staff, a carved ball of stone embedded in its top. The back of the weapon curving around this stone has been sharpened to a knife-edge blade, so the staff can either be a cutting or a bludgeoning force. He also carried a hunting bow with red-fletched arrows.
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  Time and experience has tempered Ayize from a boisterous youth to a level-headed warrior. Ayize learned the hard way what a hot temper earns a man and has worked hard to cultivate a deep control over his emotions. He is very hard to upset, however he also allows his wit a long lead and tends to be a smart-mouth entirely for his own amusement. His initial disposition is one of adept charm and politeness and he waits until he knows where he stands in one’s eyes before revealing the sometimes opinionated sharpness of his nature and his humour. Even though he can be abrasive to the more self-oriented beast his demeanor changes at once if one in his acquaintance should receive an injury. Ayi believes his skills are not for him to withhold. The oath he swore upon leaving his tribe was that he could not refuse aid to any who asked. His powers were god-given and the gods would be well-within their rights to punish him should be break from his vow. On darker nights one can find Ayi slipping into the regret of his history. It is a source of great pain for him, a blade in his side that if tugged will open his wound fresh. He does not speak of it.
  
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  Ayize was born first in the year’s blessing of children and from as soon as he could walk he was fighting. He picked fights and bullied or beat the other children into following him, even some of the older children avoided his fierceness. The wise woman of the tribe told his mother he had been born with his soul on fire, and if they didn’t put it out one day it would burn the plains.
  
  He grew and remained the leader of his year, through his leadership the band of youths accomplished many things surprisingly early. Ayi broke tradition and lead them on a hunt before their coming-of-age and they had made a kill, though at the expense of a broken limb from one of the other youths. Ayi was always testing, challenging and defying. He was well-favoured among those of his age, even as their elders shook their heads and frowned. Upon his test of manhood he thought himself nearly a god among his people, and so, he set a test for himself worthy of his believed glory: A neighboring tribe had raided their farmland not a moon before, it was a harmless posture and they had taken nothing, still Ayi planned revenge. He took with him Zana, a young woman he would ask to be his mate when he had passed his test and become a full adult. Together they took torches into the night and set fire to the grass about their enemy’s village. The dry season did their work for them, but what Ayi did not count on was the angry winds that blew up always when the dry season was at its peak. The flames spread too quickly and what was supposed to be a fire to scare them, perhaps destroy a field or an old home had consumed lives. Women, children and warriors died screaming in that fire, but once it was beyond control the flames turned, as if in them lived a pulsing soul and roared up to take him. Ayi and Zana fled for their lives, but only Ayi escaped.
  
  Ayi returned to his tribe, his spirit broken. Some cruel humour of the gods had left him completely unharmed. He walked straight to the hut of the wise-woman and threw himself at her feet, asking for a punishment that fit his terrible crime. He had expected death, even welcomed it, but their healer was wiser than that. She named him then, his true title: “Life-Catcher” that had both a light and a dark meaning. The healer told him they if he was to rub out the shadow on his name he would dedicate the rest of his life to repaying the debt he had incurred in the gods’ eyes. Fifty lives had been lost, and fifty he would save before he died. The tribe debated night and day on the healer’s words and whether or not Ayi should be turned over to the kingdom authorities of Zambali, with no survivors there was no one without his own tribe that knew what he had done. Ultimately they decided that they would deal with him. He was branded an exile, and when he had done what he needed in his own tribe, he would never be allowed to return. Ayi threw himself into the school of healing. He learned for years all of what the wise-woman could teach and when she could offer him no more she bid him go out into the world, see every part of it and learn. Take all the healing knowledge of the world and use it and spread it. Ayize has been doing this ever since, he can never return home, and has many more lives to save before his debt is repaid.

Aubrey Swiftfoot - WIP​

• human form
• Anthro form
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• Aubrey is of a large build, thickset and well-muscled due to her profession as a blacksmith. As a human she stands nearly 6ft tall with dark brown hair cascading in loose ringlets down her wide shoulders. Generally she keeps it tied back in a rough bun. Her skin is the rich brown of sandalwood and her eyes are dark and warm and framed by thick eyebrows. It seems she always has a smile on her rounded face and her jaw is strong with a stubborn set. She wears a boiled leather cuirass emblazoned with a gold sun over a simple linen tunic. A thick, musk-ox fur cape is fastened over her shoulders and when not up north, she leaves her arms bare.
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Name: Aubrey Swiftfoot
Age: 21
Gender/Gender Identity: Female
Tribe: Rhinoceros

• Weapons, Armour, Skills & Abilities
• Personality & Character flaws
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  Enhanced hearing:
  Aubrey can hear things from great distances, it is hard to sneak up on her undetected.
  
  Strength:
  When Aubrey is wearing her soul or fully-stepped she has the raw power of a rhinoceros behind her every motion.
  
  Heavy weapons & combat:
  Aubrey is adept at wielding her war hammer and can manage almost any sort of heavy weapon that is used with two hands. She has also worked hard mastering a combat style that uses stepping in mid-battle to gain an advantage on the opponent. She uses her bulk and her strength to overpower most foes, however this makes her slow and unable to stop or change an attack once committed.
  
  Blacksmith:
  Aubrey is talented at forging weapons and armour. She is always looking for new techniques to incorporate into her repertoire so she can continue to improve what she makes.
  
  Weapons:
  Aubrey has a war hammer inscribed with intricate Nordic carvings of hares dancing around its edges. The handle is nearly as long as she is and made of fired oak. She carries it in a holster on her back.
  
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  Aubrey comes off as curt and gruff at first, but one quickly learns that she rarely means offense. Her dry humour and open friendliness quickly dispels any assumption of hostility. Aubrey doesn't rise to serious challenges very easily, however challenge her to something frivolous and she'll likely take you up on it. She is a hard worker and honest and respects those qualities in others. Aubrey is not quick on her feet, and, growing up around those who were she always felt lacking, this can lead to lapses in self-confidence when she is faced with something unfamiliar or something she knows she is not good at. Aubrey can be very protective of children, to the point where she might become difficult if interests conflict. She does however have a large heart and a sense of fairness that sits right with nearly everyone.
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  There was nothing different about Aubrey for the first twelve years of her life. Perhaps she grew a little faster than her friends, perhaps she was a little taller than most. Her rounded face and dark hair were not so dissimilar to many in her tribe, who were nomads from the North and East, traders of the hare tribe that roamed where they pleased. Aubrey was a good fighter, but a lousy runner. The other hare children easily outstripped her in a sprint, so, Aubrey learned to be clever. In the face of games she was bad at she would make up new games, Aubrey was always bold, and smiling and others found it easy to trust her. She was happy in her tribe as a child, until the day she was called to step for the first time. While her friends, one by one changed into bright eyed, soft-furred hares one and all, Aubrey could not step. Try as she might, as days rolled by, no matter how she pictured a hare, her body did not follow.
  
  One day her mother came to her with uneasiness in her eyes. She explained that their family's lineage was not so straightforward as she had thought. Her parents were of the hare tribe, and each of her four siblings were just that, but Aubrey, she was certain of it now, was no hare at all.
  When she knew this something seemed to open in Aubrey's heart. She stopped picturing hares in her mind and began to picture other animals. Wolf, Boar, Hawk, Ox, but nothing helped her in the least. Then, when the tribe had stopped to trade in Byernheim Aubrey caught sight of an animal painted on a shield. One she had Never seen before. The spark of familiarity took and before she knew it, Aubrey was towering over her family, the proud horns of a rhino displayed for all to see.
  
  Needless to say life changed for Aubrey after that. While the others practiced in their stepped forms, darting through snow and burrow and narrow trails, Aubrey practiced alone, charging, lifting and sharpening her horns, but the winters in Byernheim were much too cold for her soul, and so she was forced to remain human for six long months of every year.
  She grew distant from her friends and her family, feeling more like an outcast every day.
  Her parents, concerned for her decided to bargain with the blacksmith of a small town, each winter after that, she would work in the town, learning the trade.
  
  She learned quickly, finding use in wearing her soul, for the work required controlled strength. The old smith also taught her to fight, not like a hare, quick and darting but like what she was. She learned to strike slow and hard, like a rock slide, to flow through the steps and use sheer force to best her opponents.
  Her confidence grew and with it, a little arrogance too.
  She met Lillith one spring, when her family had returned to the town to trade and to fetch Aubrey for the summer months. She was surprised when the hare didn't seem to judge her size and strength and soon she grew to appreciate her company and they became fast friends.
  Aubrey made the choice to follow Lilith, instead of her tribe one year, hearing of the growing trouble bubbling up in whispers from other nations. When the Emperor of the Eastern lands called for aid, Aubrey wanted to go.
  

 

[Larke]

Luruke (Loo-ROO-k)​

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Name: Luruke
Age: 27
Gender/Gender Identity: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Tribe: Bearded Vulture

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  He has two multipurpose daggers that hang on his belt. They can attach to his short swords and allow him to elbow and impale enemies.
  
  Luruke's casual weapons are the two short swords strapped to his forearms. These too can slide into his belt. They're for close combat, and strengthen his talons when he transforms.
  
  When he gets serious, he uses his two-handed longsword which is strapped to his back, the hilt poking above the hood of his cloak. It has a serrated edge near the hilt, but the rest is smooth metal. His longsword is for power, and strengthens his beak.
  
  He has steel shin guards that tie over his pants. They're traditionally engraved in the vulture tribe way, and curve out over his bare feet so as not to dig into them.
  
  He wears a stiff vest and a sleeveless deerskin cloak with a coyote fur lined hood. The lack of sleeves facilitate movement, and the hood and cloak is to break the wind and chill, suited well for his mountain home. The cloak is lined with pockets and can carry anything from his whetstone to leftover food. His cloak toughens his skin and strengthens the feathers of his body and tail.
  
  Luruke is 6 feet tall, has thick black hair, and goes barefoot. He has dark tanned skin, a small beard, and he's really strong. He has a vulture's excellent eyesight, and is skilled in stepping. His dark eyes turn white, and the sclera of his eyes turn red. His hair turns a rust color, and dark feathers sprout on his arms.
  
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  Luruke may be 27, but he's very silly and childish. He may be a buff, 6 foot tall tan man, but he has the emotional intelligence of a middle schooler. He can't handle sad things, and flies somewhere high and remote when he is forced to deal with it. But when he does deal with it, it is thoroughly dealt with.
  When it comes to romance, he doesn't have the first idea, or even know that something romantic may be occurring. To him, everyone is a friend, especially his family. He was born in a mountain tribe, with comparisons to the Mongols' nomadic lifestyle. Women are larger than men, as is the case with bearded vultures. Thus, he grew up in a tight-knit matriarchal group, with woman as the strength of the tribe. In their tribe, there is no concept of privacy, nor the need for it.
  As childish as Luruke may be, he's a force of nature when it comes to fighting. He loves his family, and will fight to the death for them. He held up the tribe when food was low, and hunted endlessly to bring them through the winter.
  He loves to sing, and he's very bad at it, but he loves singing because his tribe would tell stories in the firm of song and dance, with great festivity. But he's very good at rhyming.
  He's terrible at cooking, because most of the time, he eats things raw. But he likes the smell of a campfire.
  He's very smart... but has no common sense. He has uncommon sense, really.
  He likes to eat most things.
  He doesn't get cold easily, and handles the heat well. If it's humid or damp, however... He looks like a wet rat and has mild tantrums. His extra spicy tantrums are reserved for when he is hungry, and when there's no one around he dislikes enough to want to eat.
  He can't understand politics
  He's bad at verbal arguments
  But usually wins physical arguments... This could mean that he's very diplomatic. Possibly.
  One can argue that he is fantastic with children. One can also argue that he is extremely irresponsible, and is therefore terrible with children. Both could be true. He's a child himself, after all, and children tend to be both wonderful and terrible with their own kind.
  He's very cuddly and likes affection. He's a huge scary sweetheart. Like a saint bernard, or a bear.
  
  Being emotionally unaware is a definite downside, as he inadvertently ends up hurting those who do not know his nature. Another character flaw is his stubbornness. If something new happens that questions his character or beliefs, he'll fight resolutely against that outside force. Lastly, he is headstrong. He doesn't put much thought into planning, which can lead to good things, but also bad. All in all, he's a thoughtless person. But a very happy, loving one as well.
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  Luruke has no last name. None of those in his tribe do. His tribe is like a river; flowing freely, never lingering. Lithe, yet strong and connected. His people live in the present. They are who they are, and their lives are like fireworks. They burn brightly before fading, forgotten. This is of no consequence, as they are all are content with their nomadic lives. His tribe moves in the barren mountains, in the grassy plains, wandering through forests and back again.
  
  Luruke was born to a woman and a man, and yet they were both lost one day. Perhaps to a fever. Perhaps to a wild enemy. We'll never know. However, he was taken in immediately by another family with two children already, and he lived his childhood free of worry, making his little sister Ashali laugh and sparring with his older brother, Torkiu. He was an orphan, given to a little family, living in a small tribe in a remote range of mountains. It's as obscure a beginning as can be, and yet he rose through the consciousness of the tribe quickly as he turned out to be a strong young man, one who could fight even the strongest of women. As a curious and rambunctious boy, he longed to summit the mountains that his aunts and uncles had, to lift off of his feet and drink in the thin, clear air up above. He'd lie in the waving grass and stare at the sky, wishing and wishing for his twelfth birthday to come. He could already feel the wings, he was already a bird.
  
  When the day finally did come, the changing was difficult, so difficult. Yet that difficulty paled in comparison to Luruke's desires, and he reached both stages very quickly. He learned how to use the power of the bird, and achieved such control that he learned how to use half-stages, drawing power with brevity, targeting only specific aspects. The eyes, the wings. When he did this, his body rippled with a wave of feathers that sank back as quickly as they appeared, eyes flashing as he wheeled in and out of his vulture form.
  
  He never would have left his family, his tribe, his home, were it not for his mother's encouragement.
  
  "We are the river", she said, "each of us a droplet. Rivers are always on the move, yet never stray too far from their path. Now, if one droplet reached for the clouds and beyond, surely for the river, his happiness is their own."
  
  Riding the swell of his mother's encouragement, and with many goodbyes, he was the first in the history to set off from his dear, beloved tribe, hidden away in the mountains, and set off with naïve young excitement to see the world.
  
  His tribe is located in Simbali. Dry, mountainous, with stretching plains. The tribe's goddess is known for strength, dedication, family, and freedom.[/SIZE][/FONT]
  

 

[Dominaiscna]

鹤志涵 ( He ZhiHan )

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Name: ZhiHan He
Age: 25
Gender/Gender Identity: Female
Tribe: Red Crowned Cranes of Xiong-Shi

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  Being a shrine maiden, Zhihan often does not carry any weapons save for her Tessen, a battle fan tucked into her sash. Small, light and unexpectedly deadly, it is a seemingly decorative accessory turned weapon with the capabilities to be both on the offense and defense. The only other weapon she would normally wield is a long bow though this is not often with her person.
  
  In terms of equipment, she has no armor with the silken cloak on her body as her only protection. However, the light clothing gives her the advantage of speed and nimbleness. The rest of her defense comes from her own abilities in fighting and self-defense.
  
  Zhihan, being a server of the Night and shrine maiden to the Moon Temple of the old Deities, is incredibly educated and well learned in a whole range of skills. Besides the usual skills of a temple server, she is adept in medicine and healing. She is talented in performing arts such as dance, instruments and song. For the protection of herself and others, she too has been very basically trained in a variety of weaponry for the sake of versatility. Later on in her training, she chose to specialize in the tessen and longbow however is still able to wield other weapons to a degree.
  
  Due to her soul being that of the Red Crowned Crane, the rarest and largest bird species in Xiong-shi, she bears a pair of incredibly powerful wings in her anthro and animal form. These allow her to fly fairly quickly for long periods of time and are very dangerous in close combat due to their size and power. She too naturally is naturally good at navigation, reading the sun and sensing magnetic fields (in her bird form).
  
  
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  Very much like her soul, Zhihan is a woman of utter grace and poise. She wears a facade of composure and self assurance that would rival that of a queen. Her very aura emanates with self-confidence yet she does not act arrogant nor haughty. However, despite her pleasant, kind and considerate behavior, she unconsciously places herself above everyone around her due to the status and prestige she gained from her soul alone. Being a maiden of the Moon Temple has allowed her to grow up and be educated in a very comfortable environment while also being placed on a pedestal since birth. She is gifted and privileged so though she does not show it most of the time and tries to, Zhihan is often looking down at all those before her.
  
  Generally, she is one of few words, though this is not because she lacks skills in speaking. In fact, she is fairly charismatic but often likes to be the one who quietly observes over all instead of the one who steps up to act. She generally plays friend to everyone, rarely picking fights that can be easily avoided. She prefers to play passive and harmless, until the time is right.
  
  Despite her gentle and graceful demeanor, ZhiHan is incredibly territorial like her soul animal. Within the clan, each member knows their place and understands just how dangerous it can be to invade into that of another crane, regardless of whether intentionally or unintentionally. It is incredibly disrespectful and threatening to a member of their clan when another creature does not know their boundaries and overstay their welcome. Obviously, she has been trained to control and tame her more aggressive and almost feral side so she would not directly attack or show her disapproval. However, there are many other ways to shut those who aren't careful.
  
  Though under the wraps, Zhihan is incredibly ambitious. She enjoys her high status and ranking within society but it is not enough. Most of what she has came from birth right and she would value something more if it was not simply given, but rather earned. She intends to prove herself as a powerful member of the clan and to triumph even over her older sisters whom she had always, until then, played second fiddle to. She had peacefully accepted her role as a simple shrine maiden, however she could reach higher. Her goal is to be deemed worthy as the next head and matriarch of the Red Crowned Crane Clan.
  
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  Zhihan was born into the current ruling family of the Red Crowned Crane Clan with her grandmother as the head. The clan often was headed by a matriarch due to females being seen as representatives of the goddess Tule whom they currently serve over Ameta.
  
  Despite being followers of both ancient gods of Taman equally, which of the two held more power varied form one time period to another. In times of conflict and trouble, they worshiped more Ameta whom represented physical power, war, fortitude, persistence, strength and destruction. In times of peace and harmony, they worshiped Tule whom represented inner power, life, patience, grace, wisdom and creation. The crane clan alone is responsible the Moon and Sun temples (one for each god respectively ) in Xiong-shi. Both temples are located in the clan territory but is open to all people. Both place serve as not only renowned places of worship and training, but also protection of the ancient library in the catacombs below.
  
  As per tradition, every offspring of the clan would serve in the temple of the Gods, the males in the Sun Temple of Ameta and the females in the Moon Temple of Tule. There they would serve from the young age of 7 till when they are of age and can decide for themselves about which path they wish to walk for the rest of their lives. Over both temples rules the head of the clan whom is currently Supreme Priestess Yunai. Underneath her are a council of elders, then the high priestess or priest of each temple, then the maidens and masters, and finally the children. Zhihan is the third daughter and the youngest child of four by 5 years. She currently holds the position of a maiden and is second in line for the position of head priestess of the Moon Temple. Her eldest sister is the current head, her second sister chose a path away from the old gods while her elder brother heads the Sun Temple. Her father and mother are both within the council of elders under her grandmother.
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  Ever since a young child, she has played to be the calm and unassuming one whom supported her elder siblings and remained quietly in their shadows. However, Zhihan was gifted and hence naturally excelled in almost all aspects of life, proving to be an excellent and priceless member of the clan and gaining the support and adoration of many. Due to such she has, as of recent years especially, quietly grown to be a threatening opponent with regards to who will succeed the Supreme Priestess when she passes. She intends to become her grandmother's heir and the current disasters that threaten their land are the perfect ground on which she could prove herself.
  
  

 

[Raku]

Mikal Kae​

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  Mikal stands at 5'10" and maintains a stocky build. In addition to the fox head branded onto his right should, Mikal also has a few scars here and there
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Name: Mikal Kae
Age: 25
Gender/Gender Identity: Male
Tribe: Red Fox, more specifically, the Kamal Clan

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  Armor : Mikal doesn't tend to wear armor. He likes to wear clothes that give him a little more flexibility and mobility. His typical garb is close to what a rouge would wear. Darker colored clothes with a hood and pants with a similar color scheme. Something else Mikal tends to do is wrap some thin leather around his hands and forearms. When Mikal plans to use his anthro form he will wear more tribal clothing.
  
  Weapons : In his human form, Mikal can be seen using two shotel style blades and that's it. When he plans to be in anthro form he uses more tribal weapons like knives and bows.
  
  Senses : In his anthro form Mikal has enhanced senses such as sense of smell, hearing, and better sight in low light.
  
  Skilled : Mikal is fairly skilled with his shotel blades. Not as much though with the bow, but he's still a decent shot.
  
  Connections : Mikal's association with the Vulpine Order can come in handy if he's ever dealing with any fox tribes. An indicator of his association is a brand on his right shoulder of a fox head. It is shown in all three forms.
  
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  Mikal is not the most social and talkative person. It's not so much that he want's to be alone, it's just that he hasn't ever been the a real social butterfly anyway. As a typical Vulpine Order member would be, Mikal holds a cold exterior and is meant to stand strong in the face of adversity, but on the inside Mikal is a sweetheart. Under his battle scars, Mikal just wants to keep his friends and family safe. Although he doesn't talk much, he likes to be involved and help out. He keeps a friendly, welcoming face most of the time, even when times are tough. Another thing that was drilled into him by the Order is that he is to defend the innocent at all costs, even if it is his own life. Although he doesn't like to take things seriously, Mikal can if necessary. He isn't one to upset easily, but I wouldn't go pushing his buttons to find out. He's always up for a little challenge and won't usually back down. Something that he can't tolerate though is people that look down on themselves. Mikal has a saying; "Confidence is your greatest weapon. It's might can't be matched by any weapon". Given this, it's safe to assume he is a supportive person as well. He's someone you can count on when you just need to talk.
  
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  Mikal was born in Byernheim on the lands of the Kamal Clan. His father was a rather high standing warrior in the clan, so it was expected of Mikal to become as great of a warrior as his father. His training had began around the age of 6. He and his brothers were taught the ways of fighting with the weapons of the tribe. At the time, these consisted of mere knives, bows, and arrows. They were rather basic, but the there was a reason why the weapons they used stayed for so long. Aside from the training, he had partaken in some crafts with his mother. Out of all of his siblings, Mikal seemed to be the least interested in being a fighter. Unfortunately for him, the Vulpine Order was looking for new recruits.
  
  Around the age of 15, Mikal's father had sent him and his brothers to the Order. Their father did not send their sisters because he was pleased with the path they chose. Mikal's sisters decided to perfect the art of hunting instead. Mikal hadn't known too much of the Order at the time. He just thought it was an elite force of people from all of the fox clans that was geared towards keeping the vulpine ways safe. It was actually so much more than that. Upon arrival to the training grounds, he was told that the Order actually maintained peace and stability by developing specially trained members that would lead the clans and communities, protect them, and there was also a little bit of shady, under-the-table stuff. Mikal's training was geared towards making him a quick moving operator that had to be ready for most situations. The weapons he was given were two shotel blades. Their distinct curved design made it so one could use it to hook an enemy's shield, the enemy themselves, and varying other uses. The training would last around 5 years before they were truly initiated as members of the Vulpine Order. The initiation was being branded on the right shoulder with the icon of the Order, a head of a fox. By doing it this way, the design would show in all forms.
  
  The Order has put him to good use in the field. A few of his assignments would probably not be legal, but most of them were just assisting one of the vulpine clans in a battle of theirs. Recently, he has been sent to Xiong-Shi in pursuit of a member that went missing. This would be the first time he's been in Xiong-Shi. He was given some leads to where his target's last whereabouts were, but all were rather vague. So far, he's spent most of his time admiring the country while attempting to find out where this missing member went.

 

[BugDozer73]

Shikoba​

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• Anthro form
• Animal form

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  Shikoba is a tiny boy, only coming up to 5'2. He isn't particularly muscular, but his body is toned and trim from years of training. In all of his forms, his eyes rest in the same stormy grey, forever piercing everything he gazes upon. He is pale for his people, which is still rather tan. The unfiltered, constant beating of the sun has burned his skin to a shade less than golden bronze, and spotting his face with light brown freckles. His hair is always short, with just a little plumage on top.
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Name: Shikoba
Age: 19
Gender/Gender Identity: Male
Tribe: Red-Tailed hawk

• Weapons, Armour, Skills & Abilities
• Personality & Character flaws
• Bio

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  Weapons: Shikoba is a deadly fighter, like the vast majority of his people. What he lacks in size and and strength, he makes up for in deadly speed and precision. At all times, Shikoba has upwards of 100 throwing knives on his person. His younger years of training before his turning forged his hand into a machine that could deliver a knife in the eye of a rabbit 200 feet away. His throwing technique has been compared to the movement of a wing beat/slash. For closer combat, he sports two metal gauntlets that bring each fingertip to a razor point talon.
  
  Armor: Shikoba moves light, and to keep him quick and agile, he dresses only in light, flexible robes, and a small leather tunic abreast of them. While his speed and reflexes are incredibly honed, he is not a very durable fighter, and can lose steam with each blow.
  
  Skills: Shikoba trained in close combat, but is not just a fighter. He also spent his youth training as a hunter. There are no fiercer, capable trackers than those of the Hawk tribe, and Shikoba is gifted even among them.
  
  Abilities: Like most of his people, Shikoba has enhanced speed and reflexes, able to make split second decisions in combat. Like the eyes of the birds of prey, Shikoba can see much further and more clearly than other people, making up for his incredibly weak sense of smell.
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  In an almost direct effect of his fathers ruthless training, Shikoba was never really allowed to be a child. He has a bad habit of laughing at inappropriate times, making jokes that cross lines, and losing track of time. He loves a good time and to explore. He doesn't take loss very well and has a tendency to mask his pain in denial, more comfortable moving forward and not addressing his own emotional wounds. Shikoba loves his father, and is a very positive energy person.
  
  In light of his childish personality, he has moments of extreme, deadly focus, particularly when he's hunting and fighting. During times like these, it's near impossible talk to him or break him from his target. He does have an extreme hatred for the snake tribe ruling the desert. The Hawks and the Snakes are known rivals and fight bitterly, rivaling over territory. While he was young, Shikoba lost his mother to the snakes. He was too little to emotionally process what happened, and internalized the pain, his scars growing over the hurt. Because he was never able to deal with his trauma, he becomes incredibly racist and aggressive in the presence of any snake steppers.
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  Shikoba grew up in the desert with his father, a renowned hawk stepper, and his mother, a sand cat. In hawk fashion, the young who show promise with their abilities are trained for their stepping by practicing combat, tracking, wild survival, scavenging, and falling. Shikoba was part of a group of 12 fledglings, who, at age 3, began their training. The hawks were placed into hunting pairs to train, and Shikoba met his lifelong partner, Methotase, a girl who was always smiling. In contrast to her friend Shikoba's childish demeanor, she was considerably focused and driven to be the best. The year before their first stepping, the fledgling classes retreat into the recesses of the desert for 7 months, as their final exam. He and his closest friend, Methotase, were know for being the for-running team for this years class. Stories of their adventures in the wild were passed around the tribe like a feather in the wind.
  
  While away on their training exam, Shikoba's mother was attacked by a wandering snake stepper. Her death sent Shikoba's father into a frenzy, and he hunted down and slaughtered the snake that killed his wife, as well as the snakes family and surrounding people. This incident was the fuel to ignite a war between the two tribes.
  Both Shikoba and Methotase returned with the rest of their class to find the tribe warped into a place of war. Never before had its people been so fierce and organized, led by Shikoba's father.
  6 years ago was shikoba's first step, which he preformed in the same pattern of excellence as all of his other efforts. In those six years, he and his class became his fathers tools, elite agents that delivered taloned wrath on swift wings. There were numerous missions in which both Shikoba and Methotase tempered their taste for blood, letting it roll off their feathers. It became normal, death and slaughter. They were predators, numb to the wasted life. Within the last week, Shikoba and Methotase had been deployed to scout out and hunt down a roaming nest of snakes. When they found their camp, they found it empty, with no trace of their departure. Not soon after their discovery, Shikoba's partner vanished just as mysteriously. Devastated, Shikoba fled the tribe, against his fathers orders, in search of his missing partner and life long friend.

 

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Kioko Ming Chi​

• Human form
• Anthro form
• Animal form

• Spoiler: Character Pictures

  

  

  
  
  Kioko has long ginger hair and pale green eyes. The other two pictures show her casual attire and light armor battle attire. She often wears her hair up in a red ribbon. (Please disregard the hair and faces in the two full-body pictures.) She also has the tattoo on the shoulder in the second picture. Kioko has a very slim and small body build with lean muscle. Her height is 5' 3" and she weighs 115 ibs.
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  Kioko's Anthro form will, of course, have the same clothing and style of her human form, but will additionally have red, black and white fur.
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  In her fully stepped form, Kioko's skin and fur harden accordingly with her casual or armor attire.
  

Name: Kioko Ming Chi (Koko)
Age: 20
Gender/Gender Identity: Female
Tribe: Red Panda (Xiong-Shi)

• Weapons, Armor, Skills & Abilities
• Personality & Character flaws
• Bio

• Weapons: Kioko carries a kodachi sword and a chakram that splits into two pieces.
  Spoiler: Chakrams

  
  
  Armor: Her light armor is styled after the Japanese samurai armor. Her overskirt, gauntlets and shinguards are made of a lightweight plated metal. The majority of her armor is covered by tough red and black cloth.
  
  Skills/Abilities: Kioko is a creative soul and dabbles in the arts. She is good at singing, playing the flute and the lute. She also likes to paint with traditional Chinese ink and watercolors. Kioko is very familiar with the flora growing in the regions of Taman, especially in her homeland, Xiong-Shi. She skilled at collecting medicinal and edible herbs as well as mixing deadly poisons. She usually has an antidote for each of her poisons and also has a high immunity as she tests all of her concoctions on herself. Kioko is also very lithe and agile. Her fighting style tends to be much more defensive than offensive. Even with her small size, she is able to use her opponents weight against them with Judo-style techniques and martial arts.
  
  Red Panda Behavior:

  If they feel threatened or sense danger, they may try to escape by climbing a rock column or tree. If they can no longer flee, they stand on their hind legs to make themselves appear larger and use the sharp claws on their front paws to defend themselves. — Wikipedia

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  Even from a young age, Kioko has always been a bright and playful soul with a knack for being mischievous. She loves all forms of art and music and is fascinated by the different cultures of clans and tribes. She deeply admires people with skill or a mastered craft, whether it be sword-making, painting, or martial arts. She travels across the realms of Taman for a sense of adventure and exploration, but has a quiet and solitary nature.
  
  While a good communicator and bargainer, friend-making is not a strong-suit of hers as she doesn't quite like to stay in one place. Kioko has issues with attachment and commitment that also play into her difficulty of getting close to people. Her witty quips and joking remarks often make her seem simply like a jovial and easy-going person, but in reality, she hides behind her comedy to avoid personal and social issues. She tries her best to hide her social anxiety and awkwardness by appearing aloof.
  
  When Kioko is feeling sad, or lonely, or just wants to get away from the world and relax she will go off into a secluded and elevated place (i.e. up in a tree) to play her flute. Her music soothes her nerves and serves as a good outlet for her emotions.
  
  (Sidenote: She gets really offended and angry when called a bear. She is not a bear, but in the same family as racoons and skunks.)
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  Kioko grew up with her mother and older twin sister, Ren. She never knew her father, and mother warned her that she never would. Red Panda fathers rarely ever stayed around to raise their young. Her and her family lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of the imperial city of Xiong-Shi. The sisters were raised knowing how to fight with their own bodies. Agility and defense was key for their kind, given their small size. Throughout their childhood, the girls would spar against one another to practice their skill and train day in and day out. Her mother would say “Hajime!” and their fight would begin. Ren was much more competitive and ruthless than Kioko, who had a softer heart. Kioko wanted to appreciate the small details in life and appreciated beauty. She loved art and music, but her mother always said that having a soft heart would get her killed... and she should be more like her cunning and more serious sister. Over and over, Kioko would get thrown down on the mat in defeat... Again and again, their mother would praise Ren, and chastise Kioko. Needless to say, the two sisters never got along. Despite being born and raised together, the twins were always silently competing against one another.
  
  In her free time, to get away from her mother and sister, Kioko would play among the lush trees and foliage and would go on miniature adventures, exploring the countryside creeks miles away from home. She would collect all sorts of flowers and leaves and herbs she found on her travels and bring them home to her mother. Noticing her gift for finding medicinal seeds and flora in the smallest of places, Kioko's mother sent her to the local healer. The help was much appreciated, and Kioko ended up learning much from the experience, even at a young age. Finally, she had found something that she could do better than her sister.
  
  In the summer, the cherry blossom trees would bloom and the petals would lazily fall to the ground. She would sit under the trees alone sometimes and watch as the wind picked up the fallen petals and swirl them into little whimsical tornados. The summer of her tenth year she was out exploring again, walking along a dirt road when she heard music playing. She remembered that day, because it later became one of her fondest memories. A badger, tall and broad in his half-stepped form, sat under a sakura tree with large trunk on his back, piled high with covered goods. He was playing a wooden stick-like instrument. She peered at him curiously and listened to his soft airy music. She sat down a few feet away from him and watched. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard. When he finished his song, she complimented his music and began talking for hours about instruments, art and travel. Eventually, she noticed the oncoming sunset and knew it was time to go. Before she left, he handed her his flute, beautifully crafted by careful hands. From that day forward, she practiced and practiced and practiced on that flute. But she didn’t play around her mother in fear that she may forbid her from playing and indulging such foolish fancies.
  
  One day Kioko was in the woods alone, as she often was, and playing her flute softly. She swayed with the tune, her eyes closed, enveloped in the music. Her sister, Ren, had been told to go look for Kioko as supper was going to be ready soon, and as she happened upon the clearing in which Kioko sat playing, she hid in the bushes and watched. Kioko didn’t notice and continued playing and Ren ran back to the house to relay to her mother what she had witnessed. When Kioko had come back home after her time in the woods, her mother and sister were waiting for her.
  
  Her mother held out her hand and told her to hand over her instrument. Kioko, wide-eyed, and clearly a bad liar, said she didn’t have one. Her mother smacked her for the lie and told her again to hand over the flute. With tears in her eyes, Kioko shook her head and refused, holding her flute protectively behind her back. Her mother looked at Ren and barked, “Hajime!” Kioko’s face went pale and she backed away from her sister, crying to her mother that it was unfair. Still, Ren advanced, and Kioko realized she’d be forced to fight. And so they did.
  
  Ren struck first and Kioko dodged. At first, she wouldn’t hit her sister, only evade. She put her flute securely in her robes, freeing both her hands. Ren struck out again, but this time Kioko wasn’t fast enough. Searing pain shot up her side as Ren’s foot connected with her torso. Kioko stumbled, but right herself quickly. Anger began to boil within her. All her life she had been bullied and looked down upon by her mother and sister. They never appreciated her for who she was. Only other craftsmen like the lynx healer and the badger have ever treated Kioko as equal. No one could take away what she loved... and she would fight to keep it. With a sharp cry, Kioko’s leg shot out and hooked under her sister’s making her lose her balance. Using her all of her training and her burning anger, she hit again and again. Ren’s demeanor shifted and she suddenly had to work extra hard to keep up with Kioko, but eventually she slipped up enough for Kioko to take her down. She pinned her to the ground, breathing heavily with a dangerous glint in her eye and said, “You will never beat me again.”
  
  And she never did.
  
  Kioko was allowed to keep her flute and be herself more freely. She had finally won her mother’s respect, but the gap between the sister’s was bigger than ever before. When they both stepped for the first time they began training with weapons, and Kioko took a liking to Chakrams and swordplay. This was the first time she had ever really fought with anything besides her own hands, and having something sharp and lethal was like having claws, it was an extension of herself.
  
  When Kioko finally mastered her fully stepped form she decided it was time to leave home and begin traveling the world. She didn’t really regret leaving her family. On her own she learned many things. She danced and performed in taverns from time to time with her flute and met many traders and artisans. In Thuehir, she met a trader from a snake tribe and learned how to make poisons and matching antidotes from plants she knew of, and how to identify ones she didn't. This turned out to be a great asset to her fighting style, and enabled her to fight in a more stealthy manner. Eventually, this evolved into the long-range use of blow darts. However, she would also practice mixing poisons and potions on herself, and sometimes she would make herself very sick.
  
  Now, as an adult of 20 years Kioko is still a seasoned traveler and an adept warrior. Rumors of a spreading darkness eating and blighting the land worry her and have made her paranoid to travel, so she decides to return to her home, Xiong-Shi. When she visits her old cottage on the outskirts of the imperial city she finds it empty. Her mother and sister aren’t anywhere to be found and the only clue to their whereabouts is a curled piece of parchment resting on the kitchen table. It was a letter from Ren, addressed to her mother, and it read:
  

  Dear mother,
  The Panda Emperor has called for the best warriors across all lands to come together and help fight the impending darkness. I intend to return home soon and join this campaign. I will fight to serve our emperor and protect our homeland. I hope to see you when I arrive back in Xiong-Shi. In the meantime, please stay well and safe.
  My regards,
  Ren

  
  The bottom of the parchment, and part of the table, was corroded away and slick with black liquid.
  
  

 

[Brendanfp]

"The Veteran" Björn

• Human form
• Anthro form
• Animal form

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Name: Björn
Age: 62
Gender/Gender Identity: Male
Tribe: The Polar Bears of Byernheim

• Weapons, Armour, Skills & Abilities
• Personality & Character flaws
• History

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  Arctic Adaptation: Björn can survive and thrive the most brutal of winters.
  
  Adept Swimmer: He can swim at incredible speeds and is not slowed by water resistance.
  
  Hunter's Intuition: He is naturally skilled at hunting and tracking, and is aided by his predatory
  instincts.
  
  Master Tactician: Several decades of battle experience has left Björn a master of planning and executing attacks and strategies.
  
  Brutish Strength: Björn greatest weapon is his unrelenting raw strength.
  
  Thick Skin: While not impenetrable, Björn's skin serves as natural armor from the elements as well as his enemies.
  
  Weapons: Björn has never favored any one weapon over another. Throughout the years he as gone through several weapons, never mastering a single one. He favors his "bear" hands above all weapons. However when he does grab for a weapon, the bigger the better.
  
  Armor: Björn is a man who only wears as much armor as he needs. In most cases, a few pieces of plate mail held together by straps of leather will suffice.
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  Though Björn's body has grown old, it has not grown frail, and his soul still burns with the fiery passion of his youth. Björn spends his time traveling the freezing hills of Byernheim lending a hand to anyone who would let him. He loved the company of children because they would listen to him tell his old war stories. Björn was very much an entertainer as well, he was loud and boisterous and loved making people laugh.
  
  Although Björn past is full of blood, war, and loss, he learned to cope with loss at a young age. He never let his past mistakes or regrets get to his head. He believed that the best he could do would be to learn from his past and stop others from making his mistakes.
  
  Despite his age, Björn was still as hot-blooded as he was in his youth and far less mature than he looked. Physically, Björn is covered in battle wounds and is blind in his left eye. Outside of combat, there aren't that many things that Björn was good at. Björn is always looking for a good fight, but sometimes this gets him in trouble. Experience is Björn greatest asset, however when it comes time to learn something new he often resists the idea.
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  Born to Beria, the gem city of Byernheim, Björn's early years were filled with luxury. Within the cities towering icy walls, Björn was groomed by his parents to become an aristocrat of higher society. While other children played in the snowy streets of the city, Björn was confined to his room where he was lectured day in and day out by various esteemed scholars. However, one day Björn's parents noticed something odd. Björn was a halfwit, a failure as a student and as a son. The only thing that stopped Björn's parents from disowning him and tossing him to the streets, was Fergus, his Mentor of War and Tactics.
  
  Fergus was Björn's only Mentor who saw any potential in him, and so he took the young boy under his wing. It was at this time that Björn learned the truth his city. While Beria seemed impenetrable to those on the inside, this was far from the truth. In fact, the city was under constant siege by the nomadic Musk Ox Tribe, and the upper class kept it hidden in order to keep the people of their city calm. Fergus feared that if they didn't end the conflict soon, that the great walls of Beria would be compromised. Armed with this knowledge Björn began to train under the tutelage of his mentor, alongside a handful of other young men chosen by Fergus. Through hard work and endless training, Björn strengthened his body and sharpen his combat skills faster than any of his peers, so when the time came for the counterattack Björn took the lead alongside Fergus.
  
  The counterattack against the musk ox raged on through the winter months. The few polar bear warriors of Beria were completely outnumbered by the Musk Ox legions, but this did not discourage Björn. It was during these series of battles that Björn steeped for the first time at the age of fifteen. By the time spring had rolled around Björn and his comrades had successfully pushed back the forces of the musk ox, however, the victory did not come for free. There were heavy casualties on both sides of the conflict, and to Björn's dismay, Fergus had lost his life on the final war front. Upon returning home to Beria, Björn and his comrades worked together to expose the aristocrats for covering up the impending doom of the city for their own gain. Enlightened to this fact this fact the people of Beria resented the old ruling class and revolted against aristocrat in favor of a republic, and the warriors were hailed as heroes.
  
  Since then, many decades have passed, but Björn has only grown more skilled and cunning with age. He has set out beyond the walls of Beria and become a warrior for the innocent far and wide. The fire his mentor set within him has to yet to go out. Through his deceased master's teachings, of self-discipline, perseverance, and sacrifice, Björn had become his own ideal man. Experience truly was the greatest teacher.

 

[Silki.Knight]

Nikkita-Aisling
"Nick" or "Ash"​

• Human form
• Anthro form
• Animal form

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Name: Nikkita-Aisling Ardelean
Age: 27
Gender/Gender Identity: Female
Tribe: Arctic wolves of Byernheim

• Weapons, Armour, Skills & Abilities
• Personality & Character flaws
• Bio

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  Weapons: Nikkita favors and excels in a fight with her glaive. Quick and flowing movements make her difficult to read in a fight, and the distance the weapon provides makes it difficult for her enemies to get close enough to land a blow. When unable to use her glaive, she also carries two long, slightly curved, double-edged daggers. Some small throwing knives are hidden in her gauntlets and greaves, as well.
  
  Armor: Preferring speed in a fight, Nikkita does not wear much armor. A simple light breastplate, a pair of gaunlets, and greaves are the only metal armor she wears.
  
  Skills: Nikkita has a range of skills acquired in her years. Aside from her proficiency with her weapons, she has learned how to track and hunt exceptionally well. With that, and learning how to properly skin her kills and treat the hides, she has been able to make a living for herself. Her curiosity and desire to learn has also brought her to learn multiple languages. A study of plants has taught her which ones to use and how, so she can easily pull together various herbal concoctions or, in a pinch, season some food. However the needs maybe.
  
  Abilities: As one of the arctic wolves, Nikkita has many advantages.
  
  Cold Resistance: Low temperatures do not bother her much even in her human form. Conversely, however, she doesn't care for hot climates and does over-heat more easily than she would like to admit.
  
  Endurance and stamina: She can travel great distances fairly quickly and she does not tire out quickly in a fight. Injuries do not drag her down as quickly, either, but they still can.
  
  Senses: While her human senses are not as strong as either of her animal forms, they are still highly accurate and can pick up on more than the average human. No, she cannot her a person's heart beating, but she can hear a subtle shift in beathing, for example.
  
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  Nikkita has always been a sociable person. She likes people, for the most part. The stories they have and the things they have learned are of great fascination to her. She likes to learn new things, even if that something that seems irrelevant to her life. Meeting new people and needing to sell the furs of her kills is what lead to her learning to speak other languages.
  
  Another reason she is so personable, ties into the fact that she was found when she was very young by the village she grew up in. She was injured, and though not knocking on deaths door yet, she had lost conscousness and would have died without help. Her parents were never found, and she doesn't truly remember them. The loss has left her with a desire for company or companionship.
  
  As much as she wants companionship, she struggles a bit with relationships. Without her parents, she never really got to see or learn how relationships work. Not up close. Even now she feels awkward and always a little uncertain of things in that regard.
  
  Even so, she's a fiecely loyal soul. Those she grows close to, she will defend and fight for whole-heartedly, and her loyalty is not easy to shake, either. This has caused her problems in the past, trusting people that did not deserve it. She can forgive many transgressions and repeatedly. However, if you ever lose her loyalty, you will never get it back.
• At four years old, Nikkita was found alone in the woods, injured and unconscious. Her injuries were not fatal by themselves unless left to fester, but with prolonged exposure to fridgid temperatures, wiithout food, she would not have survived. She doesn't actually remember her parents, only a sense of warmth and love, the faint scent of nutmeg. Their names were lost to her as well as what they looked like. They were never found.
  
  Instead, she was nursed back to health and eventually raised by an older man, named Lafayette Ardelean, who found her. He was an arctic fox and retired guardsman for a merchantile/tradepost town about a days travel away. Once she was well enough, he began to teach her to hunt and fight. More for the sake of survival, than anything else. Nikkita learned quickly and well. Eventually, Lafayette formally adopted Nikkita.
  
  Through him, Nikkita mastered the glaive. It was his weapon of choice. He tried to teach her to use a bow, but Nikkita never cared for it. Instead, he found one of his buddies from the guards when they would travel to the tradepost for the day and she would spend time learning the proper techniques to throw knives quickly and accurately.
  
  The village they lived in was relatively small, and mostly full of foxes. The villagers viewed her as a curiosity. Since her family was unknown and couldn't be found, no one was quite sure what she was. She herself wasn't sure, but when she turned twelve, it was akin to an explosion within her. There it was. The wolf. White as snow with mismatched eyes. One deep blue and the other a rich green. A ring of silver around the pupil of each. It was a large beast as well. It felt like an awakening, a welcoming.
  
  After that, some of the foxes were a little less accepting of her. Things in the village changed for her, but not everything. Her father was still there, and he took care of her. When people began to turn their backs on her, she threw herself more intensely into training. Mastering her weapons until she surpassed her teachers.
  
  In pursuit of that training, Nikkita and her father regularly made the trip to the tradepost. It was full of people from many different tribes. Bears, wolves, foxes, lynx, and more. Nikkita loved the diversity, and the greater acceptance of different people. It was some of the regular travelling traders that taught her to speak different lanuages and even how to properly haggle a trade.
  
  Recently, her father has passed away in old age. While it was a natural death, it made her remember that her own birth parents were probably dead as well. It reminded her that she was a bloody mess when she was found. While she didn't know what happened, she did have vague memories of fire and fighting. Trying to protct something with a long dagger that looked like a sword in her own tiny hands. She could remember screams and an infant crying.
  
  These memories were muffled, fuzzy even, and the actual attack on herself was not among them. Nor did she recall anything of how she got to where she had been found. Still, they made her uneasy and hurt to try to remember. So, Nikkita has left the little village in hopes that some distance from the loss of the only family she has known, and the more distant loss of family she never knew will lighten her. She travels wherever her feet take her and looks for knew opportunities anywhere.

 

[Namie]

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• Human form
• Anthro form
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  Zell wears leather and buckskin coverings from her first hunt. The coverings are adorned with bones and teeth salvaged from other notable hunts and adventures into the jungle as a show of her strength and fortitude. As is normal for hunters and warriors in her tribe, she is marked by her white stripes tattooed into her skin. Also common for females in her tribe her long black hair is long and grown out, but as a warrior she keeps it tied into a high ponytail. She appears to be a small female standing at 4 foot 2 inches with a slim and muscular physique. ​
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  In her anthro form, Zell has long thick tan fur with black markings or striations. High ears typical of the Serval species and a long tail which is a special adaption of her lineage.
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Name:
Itzel Eréndira "Zell"

Age:
22 Years Old

Gender/Gender Identity:
Female

Tribe:
Serval "Tribe of the K'aax Mis"

• Weapons, Armour, Skills & Abilities
• Personality & Character flaws
• Bio

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  Climbing: Due to Zell's special adaption she can climb tree in the jungle better than even most jungle cats.
  
  Acute Hearing: Due to her ear shape, in anthro form is has particularly good hearing and can detect even the smallest disturbance in the brush of the jungle or prairie.
  
  Jump: Serval's can leap in a graceful arc, up to 10 feet into the air, pouncing on their prey and striking with a chop of their paws. This ability has transferred into both her human and anthro form with varying height and distance.
  
  Stealth: Built for moving quietly through the jungle and for her species native habitat, through the grasses of the prairie/savannah, Serval's must be able to move as quietly as possible.
  
  Speed and Agility: Servals and quicker and more agile than the bigger cats due to their tinier size and slimmer frame. Even in human form, the people of Zell's family line have an average height of 4 foot for females and 4 foot 6 inches for males.
  
  Equipment: Zell carries a long spearhead with an ornate metal tip and wooden staff, hunting dagger with a carved bone handle, a buckskin pouch for water, and leather rucksack for a variety of materials.
  
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  Zell is a spirited woman who is full of energy and wonder. She is well known as the village hunter but also for her mischievous antics when she's off the job. She has a sharp tongue and loose lips and she's known to speak her mind no matter what.
  
  Other tribe members often scorn her for this due to the socio-cultural attitudes that women should be supportive, pliable, and as kind or nurturing as the Moon Goddess Tule is. Men are to be strong and protective, to be resilient and powerful as the Sun God Ameta. In Zell's case she is too masculine and her mother has reminded her many times that she won't find a mate that way. However, being headstrong and determined Zell took up the warrior trade instead with her brother and decided that she much preferred the wild and exploratory ways than to learn etiquette and demure.
  
  However, being that Zell is so confident and stubborn she often misses the finer details of life. She's so connected to nature and herself that sometimes she fails to see things from another's perspective. Whilst protective and not the type to bully she can overlook another ideals and opinions in favor of her own due to her nature.
• 
  In the olden times the Tribe of Geheim which was a large and beautiful tribe of feline people who lived in peace among the lands of Simbali, they were respected as hunters and of people who knew the secrets of all. However, due to conflict between other tribes they were forced to move away into Cuahuteh and from there adapted to the jungle. Many decades later Itzel was born and named in the likeness of the new culture, the now named tribe of K'aas Mis.
  
  Zell grew up with her younger brother Aapo and two parents Sesasi and Ikal, in a small village near one of the cultural hubs of Cuahuteh. Their village was neutral and unaligned due to the previous history of the tribe but had earned a decently good reputation for minding their own business and not causing trouble. As a young girl she was taught by her mother to mind her manners and pay attention to her peers as she needed to make sure she secured a future mate and worthy future. Wholly uninterested in boring mannerisms and politics, Zell would sneak away with her brother to watch his lessons and missions into the forest. She learned by vision but was still an amateur. When it came for the annual ceremony when all the youngsters in the same birth year turned twelve, she volunteered to participate in the hunt as it did not explicitly say females couldn't participate. She managed to catch her prey and bring back a trophy and from then on was an official warrior despite the hardships of extra training and stigma against it.
  
  As a young adult she has since proved her worth and mettle as a hunter, often taking it upon herself to bring back the biggest game or deliver the killing blow even at the cost of injury or possible risk of death. Her relationship with her parents deteriorated enough to where she moved out to live with her brother and his mate who accepted her as a warrior.
  
  Her mentor Atlahua Itzamatul who is of the panther soul has slowly grown to be her father figure despite their differences in attitude and size. She joined his guild within the village most recently once she bested him in a initiation ceremony held twice every year on the summer and winter solstice. His guild acts as a third party intelligence agency and continues the old ways of Geheim's roots in the new K'aas Mis. Zell doesn't hold an official position besides record keeper but she hopes to eventually be sent out into the world beyond the forest to explore and do as her ancestors did.
  

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[Larke]

Riley Jalaga
(RYE-lee Ya-LAH-guh)​

• human form
• Anthro form
• Animal form

• Riley is 4'7'', small for his age. He has lightly tanned skin and a mess of black curly hair. He's thin, yet lithe and strong from climbing trees. He has a round face and big, black, round eyes that have dark circles under them, just like his raccoon form. Only, these marks were the result of sleepless days (he wakes at night, as he is nocturnal) where he would be woken by nightmares. His hands and feet are small and dextrous, adept at reaching into pockets unnoticed. His ears protrude slightly, and as does his slightly pointed nose. His canines in his human form are larger than most, and the sharp teeth have often helped him in tight situations.
• His appearance does not change much from human to anthro. He sprouts fur and the darker markings of a raccoon, and his ears move to furry points on top of his head. He grows a bushy tail, and his nails grow sharp. However, his face does not change much, and he shrinks only a few inches in size. He does, however, become more physically endowed, his senses heightening and his reflexes sharpening.
• Fully transformed, he appears as an undersized raccoon, around a foot in length, discounting his tail.
  

Name: Riley
Age: 12
Gender/Gender Identity: Male
Orientation: He's 12 and loves no one, but if anyone loved him and gained his trust then he would probably love them back
Tribe: Raccoon

• Weapons, Armour, Skills & Abilities
• Personality & Character flaws
• Bio

• 
  He has his cloak from his mother to break the wind and store items, and his father's vest to keep warm. His mother's knife is more for cutting fruit and herbs than anything, and his father's vials to store them.
• 
  He's a smart boy who learns quickly, soaking information in like a sponge. He used to listen well to his parents, complying immediately. He was a cheerful, imaginative boy, a bit timid, but one who would overcome his timidity quickly with a small amount of encouragement. He loved the forest and its soft noises, and loved to hear made up stories of adventure and peril. After his parents died, he changed. His cheer evaporated like water in a desert, and his imaginations would only take dark turns. His timidity grew into distrust and fear, and there was no one to tell him stories anymore. Now, the only place that he could take solace in was in the forest. He hopes that one day he can become stronger and find a real job so he doesn't have to steal. He likes to swim and swims often in the summer, in the various lakes he would discover, deep in the forest. He also likes to touch things and finds fascination in textures, as raccoons are tactile creatures.
• 
  Riley's parents died four years ago, attacked by a thief on the main road to the city. His mother whispered to hide, just as she heard them approaching. He hid in a bush and covered himself with leaves, and he watched as his parents gave their lives for him. He was eight years old.
  
  When his parents met, they both came from a poor background and little education, but despite it, loved each other very much.They wanted a family, and when he arrived, they were overjoyed. However, they knew they still had responsibilities. Namely, they now had another mouth to feed. To support themselves and their child, they went from petty work to thievery. His father would be the diversion, and his mother with her light fingers would be the liberator of goods. They were an excellent team, and were never once caught, but they were always afraid that it would happen. If they were caught, how would their son fare?
  
  Nevertheless, they stole and sold what they could, and subsisted off of the payoff for as long as possible before having to turn to thievery again. They were always on the move, never lingering long if they had taken. In the interim, they were a happy bunch. They would often forage for food to supplement their diet. His mother would prepare him for when he could step into his other form, and his father would tell lively stories of adventure as they ate their scant harvest, made a feast, by a small woodfire. The little traveling family was happy with their lives, and never intended to change it. Riley could not imagine wanting for anything, and they slept beneath the dappled shade of the many trees in the forests they visited.
  
  Until that day. They were traveling along the main road, pockets jingling with an exceptionally lucky catch. Riley's parents managed to distract a nobleman and relieve him of his jewelry, and Riley had admired them for a long time, the bright things. Now they were on their way to Xiong Shi to sell them, and he swung between his parents' arms as they laughed and talked of what they would buy. Delicious food, new shoes. A new knife, maybe even two.
  
  Suddenly, his mother pricked an ear. "Riley", she whispered, "Hide."
  
  Riley tensed in fear, hearing the heavy footsteps approach, and ran off. He always listened to his parents, for their intuition was always right. He scrambled around a hedge and burrowed under the leaf mold. It was cool and damp, with the smells of earth and spices. He watched through the gaps between the branches. Soon, a large man wearing the appearance of a boar approached his parents, sharp tusks protruding. He towered over them by a good three heads.
  
  His parents acted casually, bidding him a good day. He responded brusquely, demanding the jewels that they had just taken. "I saw you", he sneered, "so don't play dumb." The hilt of a sword could be seen poking up from his back, scabbard ending at the man's knees.
  
  They handed it all over, and never so much as glanced in Riley's direction. The man snatched it up with a glaze in his eyes. He looked at them greedily. "Is that all?" He looked them both over, eyes groping. "You really are a poor lot... how disgusting. But", he paused sniffing, "I think I'll take one more."
  
  With an evil glint to his eye, his head swiveled to meet Riley's eyes, peeking through the bush. His snout twitched, and he laughed. "Seems that there's those who are in need of children, who'll pay a lovely price. Who am I to reject their generosity?"
  
  With a sudden scream, his mother flew at the man. Taken by surprise, she buried her knife into his stomach, and he let out a horrible roar. His father was a blur as he slashed his hamstrings, and his father was a blur as the man grabbed him by the head and flung him against a tree.
  
  Riley was frozen with fear, his eyes pried open, his neck cemented into place. His insides were water, his heart stopped beating. He watched as his parents attacked again and again, with the single minded determination and love, love for their son that they both shared, that they loved about each other. His mother screamed for him to run, but he could not. How could he run and leave them as this man, this horrible monster, battered and bashed them again and again?
  
  In the end, his parents killed that man, but the man killed them as well. Riley unthawed and ran sobbing to the two bodies that lay on the road, his world that lay dying on the road. He knelt and shook their shoulders, calling for them, tears distorting his words. His father was still, hand reaching towards his mother. His mother roused, turning her head slightly to gaze at him with love. She smiled softly, let out a sigh, and closed her eyes.
  
  Riley knelt there until the moon rose, until the sun rose after it. He knelt until he lost the feeling in his legs, until his tears were wrung from his eyes, leaving only an emptiness behind. He knelt until his parents went from hot, to warm, to cold. He knelt until he heard the distant approach of travelers on the road, and then at last he rose.
  
  Small as he was, he dragged their bodies to the side, and liberated them of all he could carry. His mother's knife, pouch, and belt. His father's tools. He snipped locks of their hair and placed them into the glass vials his father would carry, corking them tightly. He took his mother's cloak, his father's vest... Until he was weighed down and enveloped with their memories.
  
  He gathered grasses and moss and covered them with it. Late-blooming flowers, fragrant herbs. When at last only their faces remained, he gave them a kiss, and covered them up. He placed his mother's hand into his father's, and then he ran.
  
  It's been 4 years since then. His parents taught him well, and he survived off of the bounty of the forest, and occasionally stole from passing travelers as he explored the capital city. He would frequent the city more often in the winter time, sneaking in to taverns and barns for their warmth. He learned to step into half animal, and then full animal, with his mother's old advice. After learning how, he seldom returned to human form. Over time, the initial ache of loss receded... But he was always lonely, and became fearful. Perhaps he was always fearful, but never noticed. His pillars of strength were gone, and his initial hesitance grew into a monster of anxiety.
  
  His last memory is of sneaking into a tavern room to take a wallet, but soon after, there was noise and fire and chaos. He feels heat, and smoke, and wonders if he'll see his parents soon... But then he feels cool night air and a floating sensation, and all is dark...
  

 

[BugDozer73]

Name: Erebos
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Tribe: Barn Owl

Human Form: Erebos is a large man, standing at a strong 6'4. His body is littered with scars, painting his well defined, muscular form. Though he might not have the biggest muscles in a group, Erebos has produced sizable feats of strength in his life, relying on unmatched precision and dedication to form and technique. On the back of his hands and feet are tattoos, each depicting an Eye clutched between talons, with a crescent moon for a pupil. Like the rest of his body, however, it is kept under wraps. The owl wears a set of mercethium mail with feather links, complete with wing pauldrons. The silver of the metal blends sharply with the white garments that cover the rest oh him. His hands and feet are wrapped tightly in a white cloth, covering the tattoos. all of this is almost always covered up completely by a long hooded cape, white with red and brown streaks, covering his form and drawn tightly over his face. His mouth and nose have been covered since birth by a tight white cloth, a symbol of his pledge of silence. Despite his large form, he has developed and fine tuned the ability to be overlooked and forgotten by all but the most keenly observant people.

Anthro Form: Erebos maintains his human body, and strong, capable arms, but his legs and feet are flipped into the long, death talons of an owl, large enough to latch onto a horse and crush it. His wings are massive, 28 ft from one wing tip to the other when he spreads them. The breadth of his wingspan and the fluffy white and brown feathers help him create enough lift with each flap to remain air-born and fully functional, although on the ground, the presence of his wings makes it rather difficult to move on foot. He tends to tuck them around his form, mimicking the same shape as his cloak, which makes it sometimes difficult to tell what form he is currently residing in. His wings are also incredibly useful in fights: able to deliver devastating blows or act a shield for himself or others.

Animal Form: The barn owl, while not the biggest or fastest predator, has adapted itself to become one of the most deadly airborne predators. With a mixture of excellent camouflage and a near silence when moving, It can close in on prey before it even realizes that they are in danger. Compared to a lot of other birds, The talons and toes of an owl are incredibly powerful in relation to their body size. They also have a locking, ratchet like mechanism in their feet that allow them to keep their talons gripped tightly around prey without continuously contracting the muscles.

Weapons, armor, skills and abilities: Erebos spent his entire life training to become the talon of the court of owls, and spent his early years mastering all styles of combat across the lands of Taman, as well as mastering most weapon techniques as well. The end goal of his extensive and ruthless training was to construct a killing machine that was capable of killing any target with any means: The perfect assassin.

In addition to his immense knowledge of combat, Erebos also has the ability to move in complete silence, literally without sound as he moves. This can be very disorienting in a fight, the sensory deprivation effect leaving many of his foes to believe that he isn't real, or some sort of illusion/hallucination.

Like the eyes of an owl, many features (including an extensive amount of rod cells, tube shaped eyeballs, 3 eyelids, and bones in the neck and eye sockets) give Erebos to be able to see with perfect clarity in both bright light, and areas with such small amounts of light that it is almost un-processable by other people. Erebos is unable to see in color due to the sever lack of cones in his eyes, and because of the shape that allows for his 3D binocular vision, Erebos has very little free movement of his eyes: instead he must rely on the extensive range of movement possible in his neck area ( he can twist his head around 270 degrees both ways.)

Perhaps the most amazing ability the owls posses is their incredible hearing. The amount of frequencies audible to an owl is wider than a humans, and the ear and head shape allows them to not only collect the tiniest noise clearly, but use audible diffusion to determine with sound the location of the prey. Much like his spirit, Erebos is able to react solely with his ears, should he need to. Just listening to the air around strikes gives him the ability to sense each attack from the instant it is instigated.

Erebos's does favor certain weapons over others: To aid him in his silent kills he wears two hidden blades on his wrists, as well as several throwing knives, the same as Shikoba's. (Shikoba got his from the owls). He also has two short sword/long knives for more intimate, less stealthy combat, strapped tightly on his lower back, each hilt protruding from his sides. His weapon of choice, however, is the scythe. Erebos's Scythe has a long crooked handle, wrapped delicately in black cloth. The blade is pure mercethium, helping keep the weapon as light as a dagger. It gleams like the crescent moon.

Personality and Character Flaws: Erebos, like all other talons, are taken at birth, separated from their parents to spend their lives training to be the perfect killing machine. No ties to family, no humanity; all they are ever taught is to kill perfectly and to obey blindly. Erebos was one of the most gifted talons ever commanded by the order, having eliminated 64 different targets with no failed assignments. He was the youngest ever talon to ever be "Extended" Which means to graduate from training and become one of the four active talons in the court, Extending at the age of 12. Like the others, Erebos was a loner, incredibly detached from the world and friends: Ruthless, efficient, remorseless. However, during his many assignments, and with Erebos being still so young and curious, he spent time reading literature of other cultures, not filtered by the council of owls. After years of self educating in secret, Erebos began to develop what was considered a death sentence for the talons: A conscience. He began to think about the world, and about the people he killed, and began to question the court.

Despite his immense lack of experience interacting with other people, Erebos is more intimate, with a longing for bonding with others. He is particularly fond of romance novels, and sometimes, while alone, pretends he is on the hunt for his damsel in distress.

Bio: Erebos was taken at birth, like all talons are. At any point in time, there are 4 active talons, acting as the elite force of the Parliament of owls. Each active talon has and keeps an active recruit, spending all spare time training these children to success them on their deaths. Erebos's mentor was a famous talon, being the only one to ever be witnesses completing an assignment. This is an incredibly dishonorable act, and though the court did not discharge him, he was disgraced among them. Not 2 months later, he was found dead under "mysterious circumstances", forcing a 12 year old Erebos to fill in as the youngest talon in recorded history.

The Parliament Of Owls is a secret organization, residing in only myths and legends of the 5 holds. The talons are even more secret, with no mention of them anywhere until the mistake made by Erebos's mentor. Now there are bedtime stories of hunters in the night, servants of the moon that cart off children who misbehave.

Each talon is given a name, the same name as their mentor.
There is:
Alekos, which means "Eyes that stare back at the stars"
Erebos, Which means "Talons that snatch the moonlight"
Kyros, Which means "Wings that herald silence"
Nylos, Which means "Feathers that part the world from sin"

These names were the names of the four original talons, legendary warriors who turned the tide in a war between the owls and the cats. It was tradition that each prodigé would carry on the glory and title of their predecessor.

The parliament itself is a court of the eldest owls, watchers over the world, that monitor the lives of all. They act under the idea of Tulé, their patron goddess. Throughout time, they have kept a record of all things, in a secret library, hidden away in the arctic wastelands of beyrnheim. In this building there are records of all things, from all civilizations, including the story of the origin on the bugs.

Recently, the Parliament had grown wary in the wake of disappearances, and dispatched their talons to the other four realms to uncover the reasons for the disappearances, to confirm their fear, that the bugs had truly returned. Erebos was sent to Xiong shi, and found a gathering of warriors unlike any in history, sent out into the world by the Panda emperor himself. In the days that followed, Erebos had witnessed in silence the light shone on the dark, soulless creatures, spearheaded by this emperors task force. Instead of reporting home, Erebos remained in his perch, muling over the threat of these things. Never in his training had he ever encountered such an evil presence. While his heart witnessed the unified resistance to the threat, Erebos began to wonder if there was a bigger cause to serve, bigger than all the wings of the owls.

 

[Dominaiscna]

WIP

LOL Silver, you gonna need to help me fix this BBCODE

Lilith​

human form

Anthro form

animal form

Name: Lilith
Age: 26
Gender: female
Tribe: Alaskan Hare

• Weapons, Armour, Skills & Abilities

• 
  Lilith's one goal in life is to become independent, being capable of looking after and fighting for herself. Her skills and capabilities have been built around survival and self-sufficiency.
  
  When it comes to weaponry, Lilith has a han jian as her weapon of choice
  
  
  She also has a dagger strapped to each leg and a handful of throwing knives as her secondary weapons. At times, she may have a lasso on hand as well. She is also well versed in how to use a reflex composite bow if she has one on hand.
  
  In terms of armor, Lilith dresses very lightly, or as light as one can get wearing clothes made for winters of Byernheim. This is not only to help her cope with the warm temperatures of Xiong-shi, but to also not weight her down as she was built for speed and agility. Instead of wearing heavy armor that would slow her down, she'd prefer to go light and avoid getting hit at all. Her usual outfit, which serves as her light armor and is comprised of hooded cloak with side splits, pants and boots, is made of furs, skins, hides, leather and linen that were thick and warm but did not hinder her overall movement.
  She also wears leather bracers that protect her hands entirely when they're in fists. There is a band of metal around where the wrist she can use to block a blade and there used to be full gloves but the hot weather would have none of it. The light armor around her hands is mainly due to her packing quite a punch even when she is weaponless... quite literally.
  
  (you'll see this all when I finish the pic ugh T.T )
  
  Lilith is a trained hunter. Despite usually keeping with their generally herbivorous animal souls, when winter comes and plant life is scarce, she like others of her tribe will turn to meat as a food source. She had to learn and perfect the art of to tracking, hunting and killing. This was also a way of protecting herself. One gains nothing from simply having the mindset of a prey. In order to have the best chances of escaping or defending oneself against a hunter, one needs to think like the predator.
  She is good at foraging, camouflage (or stealthiness) and knows basic first aid for when she injures herself.
  
  Lilith is an excellent fighter with her dominant traits being her speed, agility and accuracy. She has gained much experience in the years she wandered the snowy plains alone and fended for herself. She has learned to not rely on her weapons and so is also skilled in hand to hand combat.
  
  Being of Alaskan Hare means Lilith has excellent eyesight, hearing and smell. These help her navigate the territory around her and also remain aware of any nearby dangers. In both her full animal and anthro-form, she has strong legs that allow her to traverse difficult terrain, run incredibly fast, jump incredibly far and deliver quite a lethal and potentially even fatal kick if aimed at the right places. In full animal form, her size helps her stay hidden and she has the added bonus of camouflage in nature (that is if she is matching the background... otherwise she'd stick out like a sore thumb.)
  
  

• Personality & Character flaws
• Personality & Character flaws
• Bio

• 
  
  By nature, Lilith is like a hare; observant, cautious and solitary. She generally prefers to keep to herself and enjoys privacy and peace. Often when surrounded by people or in the company of others, her usual cautiousness and tenseness is further amplified and she can only seem to find peace of mind when she is by herself in nature. However, there are exceptions. There have been a few people who have made her warm up to them, wiggled their way into her life and whom she has been comfortable, the most significant of them being her best friend Aubrey.
  
  Generally she is quiet and talks initially to most people in a way that can be perceived as polite yet cold. Though she is slow to lose her temper or her composure, Lilith can get irritable if people mock and tease her skills and abilities due to her animal soul. Growing up, she had experienced the prejudices against small creatures like herself and hence, due to her pride, decided to prove herself as someone who would not beg for mercy like some inferior or weak creature, but one who was capable of matching those who looked down on her. She would not need anyone and would take on everything by herself. She would not be someone who needed protecting or saving. She would not be the weak little bunny many people saw her as.
• 
  
  (However, as much as she doesn't want to admit, she is still young and has hence, has much to learn. And, though she has won fights and defeated opponents much larger and stronger than her, the hare knows not to let it get to her head. Letting ego lower her guard is a deadly mistake.)
  
  As one would imagine, Lilith is rather stubborn and sometimes if she isn't in a good mood, brash. If caught up in the moment, she has the tendency to tunnel vision which would often wind her up in sticky situations. However, she thinks on her feet and is quite the problem solver, so generally finds a solution to whatever she is dealing with. She also has slight problems with trust and can be rather anti-social but is undoubtedly a reliable person who will lend a hand where needed.
  
  Despite her pride and defensiveness, when it comes to conflict, Lilith is the type who'd rather choose to flee or avoid needless confrontations. However when push comes to shove and she is not given the option, then she will fight with the ferocity of a tiger for her survival, much to the surprise of her opponents.
  
  Underneath all of her guards, Lilith is a warm, intimate and fiercely caring person. Though she doesn't deal with displays of affection well, often becoming incredibly embarrassed, she does not dislike them. Surprisingly, she really likes hugs though may never admit it. Despite being solitary, she does enjoy the company of the few she trusts, as long as they don't get to rowdy (lookin' at you Aubrey). When at leisure, Lilith likes to find a peaceful and secluded spot to sketch and read. Drawings served as a way to exercise her mind and creativity while books offered her a reality where she could delve into while also being enlightened. She always has one of her journals or books carefully tucked into her coat.
  
  
• 
  Lilith was born into a tribe of Alaskan Hares, a semi-nomadic tribe that traversed the frozen and rocky tundra of Byernheim. Their little tribe like a handful of others only moved to new locations once ever season, following a specific route so that they'd return to familiar places every few years or so. With such a lifestyle, the hares enjoyed relatively peaceful days, settling down to forage and farm in one spot for a few spots before moving on. This seasonal routine not only helped them keep up their food supply, but also to stay moving and avoid dangerous bandit groups.
  
  One especially frigid winter when food supplies were low, their tribe was attacked by a group of bandits. Lilith was around 9 then and she would never forget the moment when the band of large men so much as waltzed into their village, wearing their animal souls and brandishing large weapons. Their tribe was mostly made of humble farmers and few hunters, no one capable of combating the intruders. Fearing for the safety of their people, the adults of the tribe could only hand over the supplies they'd spent the last month or so gathering to the bandits. Horrified and furious, Lilith tried to run at them, hit them, scratch them, bite them or at least do something to them, but she could not escape her mother's vice like grip. One of the men wearing a wolf soul noticed her tiny struggles and simply laughed, a voice loud and booming that caused the villagers to flinch away. "I like your spirit, kid," he sneered stalking towards her and her mother till his face was only few inches from her own. Lilith was frozen from head to toe with fear as she stared into his rows of teeth bared in a vicious smirk, "But you're just a cute little bunny, remember that. You are weak. You are prey and that is all you will ever be."
  
  Once they'd gotten what they wanted, the bandits left the village and before the sun rose the next day, the tribe had collapsed their camp and were on the move again. Their resources were little to nothing and many did not survive the winter, her mother and little brother included. Lilith developed resentment towards the bandits who doomed their tribe, but also towards her fellow tribesmen, for not being able to not willing to do anything. Her bitterness only grew when an older Lilith tried to raise the idea of training their people to fight so that they could defend against bandit attacks. However, her leader merely said, "We are hares. We can not fight against the likes of those bandits. If we are cooperative, our people will not be put in danger. I will not risk the lives of my people to pursue your impossible dream." The villagers, even her friends and family, merely murmured their agreements and Lilith realized she was alone. Ever since then, she gradually lost faith in her people and distanced herself from her fellow tribesmen, even her remaining family. She felt like she was living in constant painful suffocation.
  
  A few months after she turned 17, their tribe passed through a familiar town. There she found a fighter who was willing to teach her and there she stayed for the next few months, happy to turn her back on her tribe. Though the man was no master, the skills and techniques he passed on to her were enough. His fighting style did not necessarily a hare, so he recommended her to the next group of nomads that passed through the village. She stayed with the group of hares for a little while, training under them until she'd learnt everything. Then she'd leave, moving backwards along the route until she was met with another group and so it went for a good few years. By the age of 22, Lilith was a trained and experienced fighter, unrecognizable to her old tribe when she came across them again. Nothing had changed in the years she was gone and she found her return a mistake she'd only remember with regret. Familiar faces had certainly become older, but she found that no one had grown.
  
  By some divine luck, Lilith found out that their tribe was on the run. The pack of bandits that had attacked all those years back had found them again. A day or so after, the bandits caught up to them. As if reliving an old memory, she watched them waltz into camp as confident as before. There were less of them than before, 5 or 6 out of the previous 9, the past winters may have been too harsh, but Lilith used that to her advantage. Stepping out into the light, she was almost instantly recognized by the same wolf bandit, now older and stronger than before. She gave them the option of leaving and surviving or staying and dying to which they merely laughed and sneered. So she drew her blade and a fight ensued. Now grown and experienced, Lilith could see how untrained they were, how weak and pathetic they were as fighters. When she'd finished them group off, herself bloodied and wounded, she felt no satisfaction or pleasure at her vengeance. That was what they'd spent years living in fear of?
  
  
  

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