ARIA - FEMALE - DEAD KINGDOM

[Aria]

» Aria
'Ironies, I love them.

Username: Aria
Other characters: Only this one
Other?: Goriness is <333

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"Oh look, guess we have a newcomer."
Gender: Female
Age: 4.5
Species: Bengal Tiger
Sexuality: Straight
Element: Air
Familar: Black butterfly named Diva. She can only whisper things and most of the time would offer advice for Aria. Diva is also somewhat of a messenger for her if Aria were to be in a conversation
Alliance: Dead
Rank: Assasin

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Appearance: Aria is a very well fed looking tigress. She isn't skinny or over weight. Her black stripes are covered by dried blood however back 'at that time' she had very black ones which she became proud of. The rest of her pelt is a light tawny yellow with some fur covering her belly. Her chest looks like the colors had been 'washed off' and thus became one of her most prominent features. Aria weighs 400 lbs and comes off as slightly muscled due to her past. However that does not mean she is in every bit a masculine female! When compared to others Aria can be seen as light footed and hardly makes any noise walking.
One sentence: Enigmatic with a darkness that lingers in her aura.
Scars, or deformitys?: Half of her face was ripped off and chewed off and you could some bones poking out. There are numerous scars dotting her neck, chest and legs in various places. Oh and her throat was heavily damaged too.

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"Altogether now! Let's CRUSH the World Down!"
Personality:

"Slow and Steady Does it"
Even thoughAria can be called upon to do stuff, however she does everything whimsically and in her own pace. As such she cannot get things done in the right amount of time and would drag it as long as there is no set date. That is also the reason why Aria wouldn't do things in a specific time, because she considers it 'stressful' and 'too much' for her to handle. Despite everything, Aria has a firm paw and knows just about everything she is doing.

"A Silent Enigma Made by Death"
She could not remember the last time she had talked, or had she talked at all? In both ways now she cannot really speak thanks to her wounds, both because her pride and the physical ones. Just to convey her feelings or replying, Aria chooses to use whatever strange gestures, expressions, and noises she could make out and her familiar Diva would convey them into messages.

"Tigress filled with ironies and sarcasm"
If Aria can speak, then it would be something filled sith sarcasm. It was one of her interests, and one that made her stand out amongst all the other tigresses of her time. This made her seem childish, but Aria knows better. She wouldn't use them out of nowhere or in tough times. You can only hear sarcasm when she is taunting someone or belittling them. Her life was always filled with ironies by the way. Especially on her death bed. Because of this Aria became more aware of herself and realized her death seemed like a joke she could have made.

"A Warrior's Pride"
Hidden somewhere in her heart, although small, was that of a fighter. Yes, despite her serene aura at first glance, one couldn't help but notice Aria's many scars, old and new, on her. Even though she ignores them these scars are the very essence of her Life before Death. She had been a very good fighter, and enjoyed it too. Of course she does not go around and pick fights, instead she lets them come to her. As a 'warrior' Aria can get easily upset and irritated when she looses or something of a tie breaks out. This could cause for her to ask for a rematch. Because of this she could totally get over her head and forget what kind of opponent were she fighting.

Intrests:

• Winning in fights
  
• Flying Stuff
  
• Sarcastic remarkd
  
• Ironies
  
• The color Black
  

Dislikes:

• Burnt stuff
  
• The color Red
  
• Bluntness
  
• Extremely cold places
  
• Defiance
  

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History: It's a mystery~;D

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"The Wise Woman and Aria of the Sky"

RP sample: In the most silent of night the tension it made were gradually interrupted by a rustle of leaves. Something big is coming out of the tress followed by some sort of flitting movement trailing behind it. A tigress with half of her face gone silently prowled the place in quiet footsteps. A black butterfly also made its appearance, fluttering now beside her head. Strips of tiny flesh hung from the tiger's mauled looking face and if one were to look closely they can see some white poking out of it. Yes, those were her bones, trophies of her death. The tigress wasn't proud of it because she had obviously lost. And with loss it came Death. That is why she is here, in a world where spectres dwell. Along with her familiar of course, the black butterfly named Diva. "How is those wounds Aria?" the butterfly whispered, trying to calm the tension.With an awkward shake of her head Aria, the tigress, made her reply. Ever since she apparently 'woke' up in this new 'world' she could not speak. Thanks to the part of her throat that was unceremoniously ripped out by something. What Aria was trying to say was, that her injuries still bothered her, particularly the bad ones. It feel she had lost a great deal of it and it pains her to think of the moment she had her last breath. Now the duo had reached what seem to be a giant watering hole, and with a stretch Aria flopped down onto her belly. Walking and thinking at the same time made her tired and irritated. She must also get herself acquainted with the various new lands, and maybe find a new tiger to fight. She still hadn't gotten over her death. How had she had perished? Was it miscalculations? Or was it just bad luck? It felt like years since she had ever fought and oh how it seem blank when she thinks back to her living days! Diva had perched on top of her paw, her antennae flickering a little. "It is always wise to be forget troubles," she said. Disapproving, Aria moved the paw and Diva soared into the air. The butterfly stopped midway and said,"I am on your side Aria, it's just the blow of the last battle became a little hard for me too. But we can always search for other opponents." Aria stared at her and tilted her head. The one tawnt eye reflects a thoughtful thinking and then a glint of an idea. "Yes, continue forward, until we win a battle of our own then would we be able to rest in peace."

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