Post by caesar } on Oct 14, 2010 19:30:33 GMT -5
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[bg=5D1113] serenity of silence. |
it's the cold place in your soul,
and the fire in her eyes ;[/right]
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g e n d e r .
female.
a g e .[/size][/b]
eleven months.
o r i e n t a t i o n .[/size][/b]
pansexual.
r o u t i n e .[/size][/b]
rising sun.
p o s i t i o n .[/size][/b]
trainee ; hunter
d e s c r i p t i o n .[/size][/b]
small white and cream, pointed she-cat with bright blue eyes and white, 'angelic' wings.
a p p e a r a n c e .[/size][/b]
serenity of silence. such a pretty name for such a pretty girl; although she is probably one of the more plain, normal looking felines in the tribe. in truth, she looks much like her mother, dearly deceased, and not at all like her father, ragged deserter. her mother, little felicity, was also a hunter - needless to say, it's no surprise where gorgeous serenity got her looks.
serenity of silence wouldn't, however, say she looks beautiful. rather, she thinks she looks passable; perhaps she sees her father somewhere in herself. not many see, however, how this little girl could look anything like old hollow. whereas he was big, stocky, and extravagantly - ridiculously - colored, she's just... serene.
slightly over-sized paws, cute and dainty but oh-so-powerful with their ivory claws and black, roughened pads; painted dark, deep mahogany, rising in a gradient to a light gray-brown on her thinly-boned, thickly furred limber legs. her hind-paws, almost perfect duplicates of the fore-paws; instead, however, with tipped toes of white and mere mahogany socks ending at the tarsus, never reaching her leg. from her thin shoulders to her hips she is colored a delicate white, mixed with hints and dapples of cream, the phantom remains of her points. her tail is lightly plumed when groomed correctly, scraggly and thin when neglected, but always shining that magnificent deep brown-red. her face, structured delicately, is centered with a focal point: black nose, radiating off a little in a semi-circle into the snowy-white whiskers, running upwards to end at the forehead; the ebony fades out into the gray-brown seen on her forelegs, forming a mask around her cheeks and eyes ( those beautiful, clear pools of pure blue ), then disappearing completely - giving way to the creamy-white color. the small ears atop her head are the last bits of pointed fur; deep mahogany with no fading out at the lower parts, just straight into the milky base.
and then, the specialty of little serenity ( aside from her personality, darling girl she is ). seeming to appear from next to nowhere, but really just from under her silky fur, sprout her wings - glorious bones, adorned with feathers of what looks to be pure white but is really fragments of cream and gold in the sunlight, that have branched from her shoulders; once the light hits them she becomes serenity the angel, the lovely, the quintessence of purity and innocence. and then, the angel takes flight.
( she'll always come back. )
p e r s o n a l i t y .[/size][/b]
let any thoughts you garnered on serenity's persona through her looks run free, for they will need space to grow and change. serenity is working under the guise of an angel, and in truth, that is what she becomes - once, of course, you come close enough to her inner being. but ah, this girl has wrapped herself up tight, fearing the pain and suffering that often comes with loving ( it doesn't save her, no, for though one may not love her, she loves most ), hiding her precious soul in the dark chasm of a deep wound.
soft-spoken and thoughtful on the outside, serenity of silence ( seemingly ) lives up to her name. she managed to find solace in solitude, and thus when around others, sometimes finds it hard to speak openly. her opinions matter greatly to herself, and letting go, sharing her mind, seems to intimidate her. once she finds that encouragement, however, she's more open; more alive.
now, when it is said she's more open, it is not meant to imply that she is unfriendly a majority of the time. quite the contrary; serenity is amicable, so long as you aren't stuck up or irritating ( at which point, if you push her too far, she might have a few choice words for you ).
should serenity have any friends they would find her to be a happy, fun-loving if sometimes reckless feline. sarcasm was something she mastered at a young age and she uses it freely, but usually without any sting. eager to please ( when it's the right cats ), she tries to never give up, and almost always gives her best.
now, this girl is intelligent, a lover of wisdom and quite inquisitive; battle is not her forte. serenity would fight, if it were to come down to it however,and she may even start one given the right incentive.
the most important thing to know about serenity is that, in her heartbreakingly desolate state, she is prey to that voice at the back of her head, comparing herself to a once-beloved father - always mourning what she saw as the loss of her ability to love.
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when serenity was born, she didn't cry, didn't make any sound at all - just lied there, limp and motionless aside from the slow rise and fall of her flank. her mother pushed away the foreboding thoughts that maybe this fragile little winged-kitten wouldn't make it, and instead named her serenity of silence, an endearing name for an enchanting little girl.
felicity nursed her child and loved her like any other mother; as serenity grew older her points developed, her eyes remained baby blue, and she grew close to her father, more so than most little kittens with warrior fathers.
when serenity was three months old, hollow - her father- left the tribe. when felicity went to follow him, and bring him back, she was killed from eating some poisonous berries. stricken sick with guilt, serenity's training was held back, and she did not start training to become a hunter until her seventh moon.
since then, serenity has lived a lonely life, fearing getting close to another. her training has gone by uneventful, and she is neither the best nor the worst.
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