Post by fin on Feb 3, 2011 16:59:22 GMT -5
Name: Lyra
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Tribe: Canine
Species: Red Fox
Element: Air, wind path 3
Rank: Sister of the Tribe
Short Description: Pale-coloured fox with a huge scar on head, blind in eye.
Appearance:
From a distance, she looks underfed, but once you get closer you can see the muscles beneath her light pelt. However, she is not bulky - far from it. Nimble would be the word to describe Lyra, her small, dark paws gently touching the earth below. As for her element, it is easy to guess by the pale colours of her fur, a light remnant of a flame-red pelt. Her chest and belly are white, while on top is the pale orange. Her ears, paws, and part of her tail are a darker shade, a ash grey. Lyra's one good eye is a deep amber that often narrows when she is unhappy with something or someone. Her claws and short and black, still capable of doing damage.
She is pretty, or at least once was, apart from the huge scar on the left side of her head. The bottom part of her ear was caught in the attack, as well as her eye, evident as the three claw-marks scour across her face, the base of her ear and her eye. Some are scared by it, but she quite likes it, as it shows her strength for still being here and active. It is also a good lesson to the younger brothers and sisters not to stray off. Though she doesn't let the thought distract her, she always wonders if anyone will ever see anything in her ever again.
Personality:
Unhindered by her small stature, Lyra is a brave fox, both in words and action. If there is something she doesn't agree with, she will step forward and argue against it until truth is found. She gets this trait from her mother, as well as pretty much everything else. She is especially ferocious when concerning the tribe, whether it is an unnecessary battle or a dangerous journey. She is gentle with the cubs and pups, and fond of the little brothers and sisters - she is very motherly when around them. However, when around anyone else she can be a little more closed-off. Lyra is not unsocial, it is just the fact she thinks no one wants to look at her face. She longs to find someone in the tribe who loves her, who can look beyond the scar.
She is a great team-mate and ready to follow orders if they are reasonable. Though not a suck-up, she is loyal to Ardor, whatever the tribe may think of him. She will defend him if he deserves it, and would probably die for him. As for the Feline tribe, she has no hate for them, only dislike. Who wouldn't dislike them? Unlike some of her fellow tribe members, however, she worriers for them too. She knows the coldest nights, the scorching days, the terrors faced by a tribe. Before her incident with the bear, she couldn't care less for them, but now she is more caring for life, be it enemy or family. When news comes in of their troubles, whilst others cheer she is restless.
Relations: None in the tribe currently.
History:
Her parents were both well respected. The father was a great warrior and had defended the tribe well in a recent attack. The mother was a caring soul who stayed in the camp to protect the nursery. He was a Air element, she was a Earth. Opposites, maybe, but deeply in love with eachother. Soon their litter was born and they were blessed with three cubs, two daughters and a son. However, the son came out very weak and never made it to sunrise. The other two daughters were strong enough and blazed through puphood, always playing. One was more nimble than the other, and most guessed she was an Air element - they were right. Her coat got paler everyday whilst her sisters got darker and browner. She was earth. The tribe loved her sister, always paying more attention to her.
The sister was very jealous of her sister, and when it came to their progression from level one to two, her anger reached a high. That morning, her sister made Lyra follow her out into the depths of their territory, where it was guessed that she was going to attack her. Before she could, a loud roar was heard. A bear had found them! Lyra remembers it being completley out of the blue and her sister being as scared as a cat, but some tribe members think the bear was led there.
However, whatever plan she might have had went wrong. Lyra was nimble enough to scramble up the nearest tree, but her sister was not. Before she could do anything, the bear got her, practically ripping the small fox to pieces. In rage, Lyra leapt from the tree and attacked the bear. It swung around, pounding his huge paw into the side of Lyra's head. She was thrown into a bush and rolled down a steep decline in the land. She was knocked out cold.
Alarm calls were raised in the tribe and everyone was out looking. Traces of the fight were quickly located, scattered fur and blood, but neither of the sisters. Lyra was dipping in and out of conciousness, but soon her father found her. Her head was wounded badly, and her eye was gone, but she was alive. The whole ordeal shook the fox, but she thinks it has made her stronger. Moons followed, and soon she was on her journey to becoming a level three. She talks very little about her sister, ignoring those rumours that still surface, canines talking about her behind her back.
Advice: bros before hos
