Faera

Things to note: While casual roleplays are fine, I am more prone to be interested for ideas with story, and even elements of action and adventure. Also, please note that unless otherwise agreed upon, private roleplays are not canon, and never will be treated as such, things that happen within only applying to that roleplay.

Currently Seeking: Nothing in particular, just bored. If you have an idea, come on up, I'd love to hear it!


Gender: Female

Age: 23 years

Race: Feline Beastman

Status: Normal

Build: Average

Height: 5' 8"

Hair Color/Length: Black/Long

Eye Color: Purple

Personality: Often withdrawn from the rest of society, she won't go into a public area unless she has something to hide her burns. Quiet, reserved, but certainly not weak and shy. Years of hardship have toughened the entirety of her being, and she can be both bold and cold if needed. Truth be told though, she can be extremely sweet towards friends and the like, but it's the matter of getting past this initial "barrier" that's there.

Intelligence: Probably one of her more average traits. Not exceeding the human average and not falling below, she is just as smart as the average person is.

Strength: Slightly higher than average then those of her species are normally granted, she can move slightly heavier than others of her race can and do so slightly more efficiently.

Speed: Without a doubt, her strongest trait. She can move very quickly and nimbly as it is on two feet, but when on all fours, she can reach speeds that are unnatural for her race and move about very artistically.

Clothing: Pretty much what you see in her picture. Over them though, is a dirt brown cloak which she uses to hide herself, and a white mask.

Weapons: Claws, Teeth. Able and fully willing to use them when needed.

Inventory: A large assortment of magical stones that she keeps in her bag. All different colors, they all have different effects and some are from different people.

Blue: A stone received from the man in black armor. She has no idea what it does, but it seems to provide comfort.

Purple: Another stone from her journeys that, with some effort of the mind, can heal small wounds and injuries. Rather taxing if used too often, however.

((More stones available, but for now, these are the stones she knows about.))

Accessories:

1. The collar around her neck, that besides making her look adorable and helping her find her village, allows her to change shape. Not anything too extreme, but she can change into two other forms. One being a small, black cat, and the other being a black panther. Never seems to come off of her. Not because she likes it, but because it simply refuses to budge. The collars are the mark of being in the tribe, and allow them to always find their way home.

Back story: In the far North of the continent, far from the reaches of civilization, a tribe of powerful and skillful warriors lived beyond the influence of others. This tribe was known as the "Silver Hearts." Masters of unarmed combat, they saw weapons like swords and spears as clumsy weapons that could easily be taken advantage of by a skillful opponent such as them.

The people there are a mixture of cats and humans, and are all warriors with a gift given at birth; A special collar allowing them to find their way to the village, no matter where they are. From the age of four, they are taught in the ways of combat from its very basics to the expert skills at the age of ten. When they reach the age of eleven, they become old enough to find food for the village and fight if needed. At the age of twelve, they undergo a ceremony to test their skills and should they succeed, they become fully-fledged warriors of the tribe. With the responsibilities of protectors and fighters of the village, they defend the village during times of crisis, and fight against their enemies in war time.

Faera was raised in the same ways as the other children, to fight and protect. However, when she was eleven, several months before her ceremony, the village was attacked. They came in the night, masked and silent as they took no chances of confrontation and simply began to burn down the village. This didn't go completely unnoticed, and while the battle was well fought, the naturally weak defenses during the night time allowed the raiders to gain victory. Faera's family stayed behind, telling her to retreat for unless she went through the ceremony she was not needed to fight for the village. Of course, her being naturally clumsy back then she tripped, and fell into the fire with her right side. After her escape, she wandered for a long while. Eventually, thinking she was safe, she rested near a forest clearing.

When she awoke, she found herself bound near a fire surrounded by strange men, the same ones who raided the village. Listening in to their conversations told her that she was in the midst of the "Black Claw Bandits." They were a species of entirely wolves, all of them raised to be thieves and crooks of sorts. She was tempted to give up hope as she drifted into sleep once more, but less than an hour later, she awoke to a scene of blood and carnage. The bandits weren't just killed, they were slaughtered, the last of them obliterated before her eyes, by a man in black armor. After freeing her, he placed a small backpack into her hands before he disappeared into the trees. When she went to look for him, he was gone. When she looked into the pack, she found a brown cloak, and a white mask, along with an assortment of colorful stones, all of them, radiating some form of magic. The cloak and the mask were meant for someone bigger and older, but she tried them on, and they immediately adjusted to her size.

After that, she began a life of wandering and loneliness, eventually growing older into a young woman. She spends her free time perfecting her skills, or attempting to find the purpose of the stones she has. No one has seen her face up until this point, as she is usually found wearing her cloak and mask.

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