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Joined: Jun 2007 Posts: 1 Karma: 0 |  | Abria « Thread Started on Jun 28, 2007, 9:05pm » | |
Name: Abria
Pronunciation: Ae - Bree - Uh
Gender: She- cat
Age: 14 suns
Member: Dene Tribe
Appearance: Abria is a white and beige-ish orange cat. Her underbelly and legs are all white, along with her paws. Most of her face is white with cap of an orange beige color. Her back, tail, ears, and part of face/head are all beige-ish orange. She has pretty dark green eyes. She is an average sized cat with medium length fur. (her at about 8 moons of age)
Base Personality: Abria is a sweet, loving cat. She doesnt let cats (unless they are superior to her) tell her what to do, unless what they are asking has good cause. She has a firey temper, but doesnt get mad easily. She protects friends and family at any cost, and sticks with them, even if she knows they are wrong. She loves kits and is pretty loose with discipline for them.
Past: Abria was born into Dene Tribe and raised there by her mother and father. She was born to a litter of three, but her sister was a still born, and after a quarter sun of being alive, her brother died of weakness. She was a relatively stong kit, and survived. During a battle with another tribe, her mother was killed and her father disapeared. Some think he was taken prisoner, while others think he ran away from grief of his diseased mate. she was a young cat without parents, but made it through with the help of friends, and the tribe.
Roleplay Example: Abria woke up to the sun peaking through the cracked rocks. It looked like it would be a nice day, may she could do some hunting. She stood up and stretched her legs. She sucked in her sides and managed to squeeze through the rock. Maybe she was getting to big for this. The sun was definately brighter than it looked from inside of the den. It would be perfect for hunting. She left the camp clearing and stepped into the open Savannah. She took in a deep breath and scented a rabbit. That would make for a very nice meal. Then she heard a rustle in the grass. A smokey grey cat sprang from the grass and rushed towards the rabbit. Snatching it up, it killed it an ran off. ' who was that?' she thought, and went to its waiting place to find the scent. 'Ugh, a wanderer' the stench reaked of it. What a wasted meal. Codeword: [Accepted]
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So then I was like 'Avada Kedavra,' and he was like *dead*
Joined: May 2007 Gender: Female  Posts: 54 Location: Getting a tan in Hawaii x3 Karma: 2 |  | Re: Abria « Reply #1 on Jul 10, 2007, 9:29pm » | |
Accepted!
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