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Post by .x.chaos| on Jan 5, 2010 22:58:34 GMT -5
»RAYUNGA
'When life gives you lemons, make grapejuice and let the world wonder how you did it.'
Username: chaos
Other characters: nope!
Other?: i tend to speak with a spanish accent, so Rayunga has a slight one!
Gender: M'dear, she's of feminine persuasion.
Age: 4
Species: Siberian Tigress
Sexuality: Straight
Element: Fire (the flames are as blue as her eyes!)
Familar: Wolf- for the fierceness, as well as loyalty and dedication; also for cunning and a edge of savagery.
Alliance: The living!
Rank: Lady
Appearance: Rayunga is one of the rare Siberians; and a purebred at that. From tip to tail, she is an amazing 11'3" long. But despite the light colors of her ancestors and parents, her coat is a beautiful blood red, crimson if you will, crisscrossed by ebony stripes typical of all tigers. Her mane is slightly longer than most female's, but it doesn't hinder her shocking good-looks. It acts more like a human female's locks. They, somehow, manage to look feminine. But despite her odd tri-combination of colors, she has yet another feature that draws attention to her exotic body. Her eyes are a deep, ocean blue. The kind of blue you see in dreams and fairytales, complete with a vibrant pink nose.
Might as well throw in a picture!
Her familiar is a male wolf. Navez is a large wolf so black that his pelt throws off a blue light. And his eyes are an icy blue. He has a jagged scar going vertically from his shoulder blade down to his elbow. No hair grows there. It's on his left side.
One sentence: A massive crimson, black, and white Siberian tigress with a hot pink nose and brilliant deep blue eyes.
Scars, or deformitys?: none that is noticable.
Personality: Rayunga is a one of a kind lady. She's very fierce and in every aspect of her life, she is passionate. She loves passionately, fights passionately, hates passionately. She puts her heart into everything; well, she tries. This is what makes her such a good friend. Once you have her heart, you have it forever, a flaw of hers. Also, she can be a little wary of trusting. It takes several great deeds to get her to trust you. Even minutely. But just because she doesn't trust you, doesn't mean she can't be your friend! She tries her best to be friendly and genuinely loves meeting others.
But going to her darker side, Rayunga has a temper like no other. She becomes cold and calculative at first, but then gradually it'll blossom into a heated burst of spitfire. Rayunga is not afraid to fight, whether it be for something she believes in or if she's been insulted. But for all her anger, she cannot hold a grudge. It's against her nature.
Intrests:
+ exploring
+ males (of course!)
+ cubs
+ courtlife
+ marriage (eventually)
+ a good fight
Dislikes:
- being treated like a helpless female
- being told she can't fight
- being told she has no say in what happens
- being told she can't make a difference
- the dead kingdom (in a way, she's compassionate for them)
- bugs
- abusive husbands
- scandals
- rumors
History: born to a wealthy family, her father and mother a lord and lady, she was raised in the life of the court, studying politics at a young age. she's been in her whole life trying to be the perfect catch; father wants her married to produce an heir.
RP sample:
She genuinely wasn't stupid. Not in any sense of the word. She wasn't even near antisocial anymore. When people came up to her, her face lit up with a warm smile and she happily introduced herself. Even being in a normal classroom with normal subjects taught wasn't a problem. Phaedra had never been one for being introverted. She was a born extrovert, though that had been seriously hindered by Jarren's hold on her life. But being in a classroom dealing with powers that were not marked normal or even minutely controlled disturbed Phae on a level that she nor anyone else could not even begin to convey in words. She was used to being on top in work. That was the reason she wasn't behind in her "normal" subjects, like maths and such. For an eighth grader, she had been taking several classes for high school students. Therefore, two years later, she was right where she should be.
And being behind, putting her in a situation where she'd not had experience before made her, well, nervous. Simply enough? That coupled with the anger and frustration she felt everyday. But she got an inkling of something good out of her emotions: when she was extremely angry, or happy, or frustrated, on the extreme side of an emotion, she could control the little things of her pyromancy. She could actually control when the flame will appear, where it will appear, how big it will be, and at what part of her body it will sprout from. Thus, her entire being, except for accessories, clothes, etc., were fireproof. And not only could she control her own flames (which were a deep blue by the way), but she could control the fire of any other thing. If it was inspired by fire or a man-induced fire, she could still control it.
She was still marvelling at her own abilities. Vanity? Heck no. Wonderment? Heck yes. But her sub-conscious kicked in and snapped her out of her trance. The distraction had calmed the anger in her. She felt normal now. Not even nervous. Crossing those shapely legs of hers, she looked around. Everynow and then she would catch a classmate throw her a nervous glance or a faintly worried one or even an openly curious one. She did her best to keep that smile on her face. But eventually, it did fade. She heaved a small sigh. This was going to be a long day. She caught the ends of Professor Nil's speech. Her bright eyes looked around. No one answered. No one even bothered to answer. Phaedra thought back. He was talking about control. She had heard the last part of the sentence, the bit about difference, fear and panic, anger and rage.
She didn't have to hear the question. She was smart enough. She figured it out. She raised her hand and then spoke, that voice heard clear as a bell. "Well, Professor Nil... fear is just an emotion and umbrellas a large range of actions and feelings. Very general. Panic is more specific. Panic is the feeling of uncontrollable fear which might very well induce horrible results. It's when one feels they cannot control what will happen to them. Anger...anger works the same way. Anger is a very broad concept of things: the heated emotion. Rage underlies anger in the means that it is brought to light by it, and it too is usually used to represent the unmanageable, unrepressible side of so dubbed, 'anger'. Clear enough for you...Professor."
At the end of her clearly precise answer, Phaedra raised her eyebrows at the man of a rather stark handsomeness that was her teacher. Normal for Phaedra was politeness with a temperatured touch. She was, afterall inclined to have a bit of spitfire. How ironic, is it not?
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