Post by Lady Shad on Apr 23, 2011 17:47:48 GMT -8
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Name; Azreal
Gender; female
Age; 3 years
Clowder; loner, though she may join one later
Position; rogue
appearance;
Azrael is just as he name descirbes her, a dark angel. Her fur is a black as the night she holds so dear. Her fur is short and is a sleek as a raven's wing, yet it is thick and waterproof. her paws are as petite as she, beautifully formed. Yet within these fuzzy paws are hidden unusually long claws, crystal-clear and deadly, curved to a deadly point. Her eyes are golden, yet much harder than the soft metal with which they share their color. Her smile is that of a fox, cunning and sly, and full of white razors. Azrael is of a slender body type, certainly not made for battle. Yet lean, stronge muscle can been seen clearly underneith her pelt, and it is clear that she could be a threat.
Personality;
Likes;
Night
blood
death
Dislikes;
sunshine
goodness
kindness
Azrael is truely a dark angel. She looks are cunningly deceving, her true personality is much, much darker. There is nothing she enjoys more than the hunt, except for, perhaps, torturing her kill. Her favorite days are filled with the heat of battle, that she, of course, always wins. Her mind is rather demented, always searching for the next creature to destroy, and she doesn't really care if this creature is a fish, bird, mouse, or even another cat.
Strenghts:
Cruelty
creative torture
vainity
Weaknesses:
Kindness
bravery
maternity
Birthday; January 7th
Relatives;
Parents ~ Unknown
Ranna ~ Sister ~ Alive
Mosrael ~ Brother ~ Alive
Kibeth ~ Sister ~ Alive
Saraneth ~ Sister ~ Alive
Dyrim ~ Brother ~ Alive
Belgaer ~ Brother ~ Alive
History;
Azreal was born into an unusually large family as a housecat. She was one of the smaller kits, but she was a fighter. She always hated her younger sister Ranna, though, and she always tried to steal her food, and make her life as horrible as possible. After all, being the runt, Ranna was always fussed over, always got the most attention from their parents. Azrael hated this, she felt she should be the favored kit.
She slowly became darker and darker throught her kithood, though nobody noticed in such a large family.
Name; Azreal
Gender; female
Age; 3 years
Clowder; loner, though she may join one later
Position; rogue
appearance;
Azrael is just as he name descirbes her, a dark angel. Her fur is a black as the night she holds so dear. Her fur is short and is a sleek as a raven's wing, yet it is thick and waterproof. her paws are as petite as she, beautifully formed. Yet within these fuzzy paws are hidden unusually long claws, crystal-clear and deadly, curved to a deadly point. Her eyes are golden, yet much harder than the soft metal with which they share their color. Her smile is that of a fox, cunning and sly, and full of white razors. Azrael is of a slender body type, certainly not made for battle. Yet lean, stronge muscle can been seen clearly underneith her pelt, and it is clear that she could be a threat.
Personality;
Likes;
Night
blood
death
Dislikes;
sunshine
goodness
kindness
Azrael is truely a dark angel. She looks are cunningly deceving, her true personality is much, much darker. There is nothing she enjoys more than the hunt, except for, perhaps, torturing her kill. Her favorite days are filled with the heat of battle, that she, of course, always wins. Her mind is rather demented, always searching for the next creature to destroy, and she doesn't really care if this creature is a fish, bird, mouse, or even another cat.
Strenghts:
Cruelty
creative torture
vainity
Weaknesses:
Kindness
bravery
maternity
Birthday; January 7th
Relatives;
Parents ~ Unknown
Ranna ~ Sister ~ Alive
Mosrael ~ Brother ~ Alive
Kibeth ~ Sister ~ Alive
Saraneth ~ Sister ~ Alive
Dyrim ~ Brother ~ Alive
Belgaer ~ Brother ~ Alive
History;
Azreal was born into an unusually large family as a housecat. She was one of the smaller kits, but she was a fighter. She always hated her younger sister Ranna, though, and she always tried to steal her food, and make her life as horrible as possible. After all, being the runt, Ranna was always fussed over, always got the most attention from their parents. Azrael hated this, she felt she should be the favored kit.
She slowly became darker and darker throught her kithood, though nobody noticed in such a large family.