Post by Amara on Oct 5, 2008 14:49:14 GMT -5
Name: Amara
Gender: Female
Age: 1 1/2 Years
Species: Grizzly Bear
Appearance: Amara, like most young grizzlies, has thick fur that is a caramel color upon her back. It seems to melt, drifting down towards her legs, becoming a deep brown. By the time it reaches her paws, it is nearly a rich, shining black. Amara's eyes are also a deep brown, and it's quite easy to say they're plain black. Around her muzzle, you will find she has one scratch, earned from overconfidentally venturing into the camp of a wolf pack. Many will notice that Amara is smaller, perhaps, than the average cub of a brown bear. At the shoulder, she is only six inches. At standing height, just barely one foot high. Amara, however, takes no notice. In her opinion, size does not mater...only the volume of your heart does.
Personality: Amara is quite a sweet bear generally. She has a kind temperament. At the best of times, she is a patient soul with others that she may happen across. Amara is normally not the one to sulk. Instead, she always tries to keep an upbeat going wherever she is. Though, however, she may quiet when in thought of her tragic past. At times like these, Amara may snap at those trying to speak to her, while her heart feels torn. In these terms, Amara blames herself for death of one of her only caretakers, her mother. It is not entirely difficult to raise her spirits, though, it will take some time. The death of her mother paid its toll...
*History: Amara was born to a loving mother, Khalu, and father, Borich. Amara barely knew her father before he left, meeting him only twice after that in her life. Soon after he left, Khalu was taking Amara down to Sky River to teach her daughter how to fish. Amara was a quick learner, and quite a playful soul. After a long, tiring day, of leaping after salmon...Slipping on pebbles and rocks, Amara would retire to wading in the shallows, and resting upon her favorite sunning rock. She enjoyed dashing through the fores twith her mother at her side. And what Amara enjoyed in particular was climbing that one, tall sycamore and hiding among its leafy branches. It was her secret hideout, that no other than her brother, Koda, knew of.
Koda had a similar personality to that of his sister: energetic, excited, eager. Three E's. After their mother's death, Amara and Koda began to leave the land of the bears that they once called home. Koda, however, paused reluctantly, at the rim of the valley. "I'm not sure about this. I would like to come with you...but I will stay behind and grow. Until I can avenge the death of Mother." Amara, though disappointed and saddened, nodded understandingly. The last thing she saw of her brother were the tips of his rounded ears. Now alone, Amara traveled on. She hopes to one day see him again. Amara's travels have taken her to this land, of lynx, of cougar, and wolves. Who knows what she might find here?
*RP Sample: Amara watched through heavy eyelids, the canopy of De'sun forest. The edge of the territories from which she came, land of the bears. She smiled, swatting one of her large paws in the air. Aloud, she said energetically, "If I really could, I'd race to the top of that birch right there!" Amara waited, as if listening for a reply. "Sure I could! You're not scared, are you?" This time, Amara sighed as if disappointed, her eyebrows creasing in sadness.
Amara was a young grizzly bear cub at the age of one and a half years old, small for her age. Her life had begun completely normal. Her first taste if fish, learning how to espace from predators by climbing a tree...Until that fateful day when her father killed a wolf pup, and injured another. Amara always wished that he hadn't. She asked her mother why. But neither of them gave her the answer she wanted.
It was all her fault, Amara reflected. If only she hadn't ventured out to the wolf pack camp to apologize about her father's doing. But the wolves, instead of accepting, set out upon her. And her mother, coming to her aid, was set on upon by the wolves. Amara had shrunk back into the shadows of a fern clump, watching in horror as the wolves attacked. When they left, stepping back, nodding cruelly at the dead bear, and stalking away...Amara dashed over. Her mother's fur was torn and ripped...Amara buried her face to mourn.
She took it extremely hard. It was all her fault. Her mother was dead because of her. Amara's father had left like most grizzly males, and now there was no one to care for her.
Amara woke from her thoughts, finding a ray on sun warming her fur. Suddenly, a jeering voice called at her "Who're you talking to, cubbeh? Eh, cubbeh?"
It was a red fox, male, a grin taking over his thin face. Amara grunted, displeased a stranger had heard her thoughts. "Nothing." Amara said softly, turning away. "Hehehe! Nothin' eh? You should'a heard yerself! Racing someone or another up a tree, hehe!" Amara sat up quickly and glared at the fox. "If you have nothing better to do, go away!" she growled. "It's probably animals like you that are ignorant and have no care for others' lives in this world!"
The fox looked offended, before he took a few steps forward. "Aww, now. Is something wrong with our cubbeh? Yer all alone. No mother's chasin' me off. Awwww...now now. Did Cubbeh lose her motha?" That was it! Amara leapt to her paws, even though she stood barely higher than the fox. She dealt what she thought was a hefty blow to the side of his head, sending him rolling over. For a moment, he glared up at her, before shaking himself and bounding away. Amara sighed. It was time to move on.
Gender: Female
Age: 1 1/2 Years
Species: Grizzly Bear
Appearance: Amara, like most young grizzlies, has thick fur that is a caramel color upon her back. It seems to melt, drifting down towards her legs, becoming a deep brown. By the time it reaches her paws, it is nearly a rich, shining black. Amara's eyes are also a deep brown, and it's quite easy to say they're plain black. Around her muzzle, you will find she has one scratch, earned from overconfidentally venturing into the camp of a wolf pack. Many will notice that Amara is smaller, perhaps, than the average cub of a brown bear. At the shoulder, she is only six inches. At standing height, just barely one foot high. Amara, however, takes no notice. In her opinion, size does not mater...only the volume of your heart does.
Personality: Amara is quite a sweet bear generally. She has a kind temperament. At the best of times, she is a patient soul with others that she may happen across. Amara is normally not the one to sulk. Instead, she always tries to keep an upbeat going wherever she is. Though, however, she may quiet when in thought of her tragic past. At times like these, Amara may snap at those trying to speak to her, while her heart feels torn. In these terms, Amara blames herself for death of one of her only caretakers, her mother. It is not entirely difficult to raise her spirits, though, it will take some time. The death of her mother paid its toll...
*History: Amara was born to a loving mother, Khalu, and father, Borich. Amara barely knew her father before he left, meeting him only twice after that in her life. Soon after he left, Khalu was taking Amara down to Sky River to teach her daughter how to fish. Amara was a quick learner, and quite a playful soul. After a long, tiring day, of leaping after salmon...Slipping on pebbles and rocks, Amara would retire to wading in the shallows, and resting upon her favorite sunning rock. She enjoyed dashing through the fores twith her mother at her side. And what Amara enjoyed in particular was climbing that one, tall sycamore and hiding among its leafy branches. It was her secret hideout, that no other than her brother, Koda, knew of.
Koda had a similar personality to that of his sister: energetic, excited, eager. Three E's. After their mother's death, Amara and Koda began to leave the land of the bears that they once called home. Koda, however, paused reluctantly, at the rim of the valley. "I'm not sure about this. I would like to come with you...but I will stay behind and grow. Until I can avenge the death of Mother." Amara, though disappointed and saddened, nodded understandingly. The last thing she saw of her brother were the tips of his rounded ears. Now alone, Amara traveled on. She hopes to one day see him again. Amara's travels have taken her to this land, of lynx, of cougar, and wolves. Who knows what she might find here?
*RP Sample: Amara watched through heavy eyelids, the canopy of De'sun forest. The edge of the territories from which she came, land of the bears. She smiled, swatting one of her large paws in the air. Aloud, she said energetically, "If I really could, I'd race to the top of that birch right there!" Amara waited, as if listening for a reply. "Sure I could! You're not scared, are you?" This time, Amara sighed as if disappointed, her eyebrows creasing in sadness.
Amara was a young grizzly bear cub at the age of one and a half years old, small for her age. Her life had begun completely normal. Her first taste if fish, learning how to espace from predators by climbing a tree...Until that fateful day when her father killed a wolf pup, and injured another. Amara always wished that he hadn't. She asked her mother why. But neither of them gave her the answer she wanted.
It was all her fault, Amara reflected. If only she hadn't ventured out to the wolf pack camp to apologize about her father's doing. But the wolves, instead of accepting, set out upon her. And her mother, coming to her aid, was set on upon by the wolves. Amara had shrunk back into the shadows of a fern clump, watching in horror as the wolves attacked. When they left, stepping back, nodding cruelly at the dead bear, and stalking away...Amara dashed over. Her mother's fur was torn and ripped...Amara buried her face to mourn.
She took it extremely hard. It was all her fault. Her mother was dead because of her. Amara's father had left like most grizzly males, and now there was no one to care for her.
Amara woke from her thoughts, finding a ray on sun warming her fur. Suddenly, a jeering voice called at her "Who're you talking to, cubbeh? Eh, cubbeh?"
It was a red fox, male, a grin taking over his thin face. Amara grunted, displeased a stranger had heard her thoughts. "Nothing." Amara said softly, turning away. "Hehehe! Nothin' eh? You should'a heard yerself! Racing someone or another up a tree, hehe!" Amara sat up quickly and glared at the fox. "If you have nothing better to do, go away!" she growled. "It's probably animals like you that are ignorant and have no care for others' lives in this world!"
The fox looked offended, before he took a few steps forward. "Aww, now. Is something wrong with our cubbeh? Yer all alone. No mother's chasin' me off. Awwww...now now. Did Cubbeh lose her motha?" That was it! Amara leapt to her paws, even though she stood barely higher than the fox. She dealt what she thought was a hefty blow to the side of his head, sending him rolling over. For a moment, he glared up at her, before shaking himself and bounding away. Amara sighed. It was time to move on.