Post by Azura on Aug 1, 2011 16:19:29 GMT
Name: Azura
Nickname/Alias: Aza
Gender: Female
Age: 2
Group: Loner
Rank: N/A
Appearance: Aza is a scrawny little cat, a typical Loner. She's bony and raggedy; without a Clan to protect her, Aza goes through a lot and doesn't often eat well. Her fur is short and rough, holding a kind of dirty white colour. Large ginger splodges cover her head, shoulders, with the splodges getting smaller and less frequent as you go towards her whiplash-thin, long tail. The only parts of her which don't look scrawny and raggedy are her eyes; they're the colour of honey or molten gold, and are full of spirit. Her pelt is full of small scars, though there are no marks from large wounds- she's a Loner on the streets of Twolegplace, and if she'd had a large wound, she wouldn't be here to show off the scar.
Physical Strengths: Aza is a very fast cat. Life without a Clan to protect her has lent her wiry muscles beneath her raggedy pelt, fast paws, and superb agility; she's also very in control of her body, which means she has brilliant hand-eye coordination and precise motor skills. This in turn makes her very stealthy and a good hunter and climber.
Physical Weaknesses: She's scrawny and raggedy and ugly. She isn't particularly well-fed or cared for, and as such, she's not the strongest or healthiest cat out there. This means that Aza is a terrible fighter; and she's never been mentored by a warrior, so doesn't have the skills either.
Mental Strengths: Aza is a very street-smart cat. She's had to be, to survive this far. She's always aware of what's going on around her. She's nearly always tense and prepared, ready to bolt if something comes at her. She's able to be ruthless when necessary, making the decisions she needs to make to survive and keeping herself to herself. She's a lateral thinker. She's always ready with a sharp retort or a plan, and thinks quickly on her feet. She understands that the world's a bad place and she knows how to survive in it. Aza's a survivor, all the way.
Mental Weaknesses: Aza can be very selfish, as she puts herself first to survive, and as a Loner, she owes her loyalty to nobody. She's not the most friendly cat in the world. She's defensive, prideful and arrogant. She can be a slight coward; she's survived this long and she doesn't intend to endanger that by jumping at things bigger than her. Given an enemy, she will nearly always abandon her friends and bolt, rather than face it. Aza treats those who would do otherwise as childish fools.
Personality: Aza is a cat with attitude. She's extremely defensive and prideful, and is always ready with a cutting retort. If anybody asks difficult questions she just snaps at them and won't answer. She doesn't appreciate people prying or criticising. When she snaps at you, she has a way of getting right to the heart of your doubts and laughing at them, which doesn't make her the most popular cat in the world- but she prefers it that way anyway. She's a true loner, owing loyalty to nobody, bolting if stuff bigger than her turns up, doing anything to survive. She has no friends and is loyal to nobody but herself.
Aza's very sharp, aware, perceptive. She comes across as somebody who knows exactly what they're doing- and knows it. She's always in control. She's very dismissive of most cats, thinking them either foolish or stupid. She thinks heroes are naive idiots with no idea of what the world's really like. She doesn't believe in fighting for some glorious cause or having beliefs. On the surface, she's just out to survive and show everybody else how stupid they are. Aza doesn't fight out to change stuff, she just accepts the way things are and gets on with whatever it is she does.
That's how she acts in front of people; that's what she's come to believe. But there is more to her than just surviving. Beneath the surface, Aza longs for somebody who could match her in wits and skill and attitude. Beneath the surface she's given up, truly and completely, and she aches at it. Her heart cries out for friendship. Her head won't allow herself. She caught herself in her cage of despair years ago, and now Aza's never going to trust again.
Aza, for all her attitude and wits and ferocity, has given up.
History: Aza never knew her parents. She doesn't know who her father was and her mother, also named Azura, died in childbirth. She was raised by her mother's best friend, Skyra. Skyra was another Loner- one who'd given up. Aza hadn't, when she was young. Aza at that age was a fiery little thing full of hopes and dreams. Skyra used to say that Aza reminded her of her mother- Azura the Elder had never given up either, had kept fighting right until the end. Aza had few friends- she was far too sharp with people to be popular, even then.
At the age of five she tried to gather cats around her to escape the Higher Cats' domain, to go on a quest to somewhere where warrior ancestors- somebody's, anybody's- still lived, so that they could convince those cats to come and drive the Higher Cats out. A few joined her cause, and even a few Clan cats quietly lent their support, though none of them could leave their Clans and join the Quest.
The Higher Cats found out, and Aza was thwarted. As her small group reached the edge of Higher Cat territory, the Higher Cats came to stop them. Aza fled, abandoned those who'd joined her and trusted her to lead them. She was too terrified. All her life she'd been convinced she was brave and strong and perfect, and then when it came to it, her heart let her down. She wasn't brave enough to be the cat she dreamed of being. So she ran, and she's never stopped running. She's a coward now- a coward who's given up. All she cares about any more is surviving.
Other: Nope.
Nickname/Alias: Aza
Gender: Female
Age: 2
Group: Loner
Rank: N/A
Appearance: Aza is a scrawny little cat, a typical Loner. She's bony and raggedy; without a Clan to protect her, Aza goes through a lot and doesn't often eat well. Her fur is short and rough, holding a kind of dirty white colour. Large ginger splodges cover her head, shoulders, with the splodges getting smaller and less frequent as you go towards her whiplash-thin, long tail. The only parts of her which don't look scrawny and raggedy are her eyes; they're the colour of honey or molten gold, and are full of spirit. Her pelt is full of small scars, though there are no marks from large wounds- she's a Loner on the streets of Twolegplace, and if she'd had a large wound, she wouldn't be here to show off the scar.
Physical Strengths: Aza is a very fast cat. Life without a Clan to protect her has lent her wiry muscles beneath her raggedy pelt, fast paws, and superb agility; she's also very in control of her body, which means she has brilliant hand-eye coordination and precise motor skills. This in turn makes her very stealthy and a good hunter and climber.
Physical Weaknesses: She's scrawny and raggedy and ugly. She isn't particularly well-fed or cared for, and as such, she's not the strongest or healthiest cat out there. This means that Aza is a terrible fighter; and she's never been mentored by a warrior, so doesn't have the skills either.
Mental Strengths: Aza is a very street-smart cat. She's had to be, to survive this far. She's always aware of what's going on around her. She's nearly always tense and prepared, ready to bolt if something comes at her. She's able to be ruthless when necessary, making the decisions she needs to make to survive and keeping herself to herself. She's a lateral thinker. She's always ready with a sharp retort or a plan, and thinks quickly on her feet. She understands that the world's a bad place and she knows how to survive in it. Aza's a survivor, all the way.
Mental Weaknesses: Aza can be very selfish, as she puts herself first to survive, and as a Loner, she owes her loyalty to nobody. She's not the most friendly cat in the world. She's defensive, prideful and arrogant. She can be a slight coward; she's survived this long and she doesn't intend to endanger that by jumping at things bigger than her. Given an enemy, she will nearly always abandon her friends and bolt, rather than face it. Aza treats those who would do otherwise as childish fools.
Personality: Aza is a cat with attitude. She's extremely defensive and prideful, and is always ready with a cutting retort. If anybody asks difficult questions she just snaps at them and won't answer. She doesn't appreciate people prying or criticising. When she snaps at you, she has a way of getting right to the heart of your doubts and laughing at them, which doesn't make her the most popular cat in the world- but she prefers it that way anyway. She's a true loner, owing loyalty to nobody, bolting if stuff bigger than her turns up, doing anything to survive. She has no friends and is loyal to nobody but herself.
Aza's very sharp, aware, perceptive. She comes across as somebody who knows exactly what they're doing- and knows it. She's always in control. She's very dismissive of most cats, thinking them either foolish or stupid. She thinks heroes are naive idiots with no idea of what the world's really like. She doesn't believe in fighting for some glorious cause or having beliefs. On the surface, she's just out to survive and show everybody else how stupid they are. Aza doesn't fight out to change stuff, she just accepts the way things are and gets on with whatever it is she does.
That's how she acts in front of people; that's what she's come to believe. But there is more to her than just surviving. Beneath the surface, Aza longs for somebody who could match her in wits and skill and attitude. Beneath the surface she's given up, truly and completely, and she aches at it. Her heart cries out for friendship. Her head won't allow herself. She caught herself in her cage of despair years ago, and now Aza's never going to trust again.
Aza, for all her attitude and wits and ferocity, has given up.
History: Aza never knew her parents. She doesn't know who her father was and her mother, also named Azura, died in childbirth. She was raised by her mother's best friend, Skyra. Skyra was another Loner- one who'd given up. Aza hadn't, when she was young. Aza at that age was a fiery little thing full of hopes and dreams. Skyra used to say that Aza reminded her of her mother- Azura the Elder had never given up either, had kept fighting right until the end. Aza had few friends- she was far too sharp with people to be popular, even then.
At the age of five she tried to gather cats around her to escape the Higher Cats' domain, to go on a quest to somewhere where warrior ancestors- somebody's, anybody's- still lived, so that they could convince those cats to come and drive the Higher Cats out. A few joined her cause, and even a few Clan cats quietly lent their support, though none of them could leave their Clans and join the Quest.
The Higher Cats found out, and Aza was thwarted. As her small group reached the edge of Higher Cat territory, the Higher Cats came to stop them. Aza fled, abandoned those who'd joined her and trusted her to lead them. She was too terrified. All her life she'd been convinced she was brave and strong and perfect, and then when it came to it, her heart let her down. She wasn't brave enough to be the cat she dreamed of being. So she ran, and she's never stopped running. She's a coward now- a coward who's given up. All she cares about any more is surviving.
Other: Nope.