Post by saku on Oct 31, 2006 21:24:23 GMT -5
:: Name ::
Carissa
:: Age ::
18
:: Gender ::
Female
:: Species ::
Fox Anthro
::~ Description ~::
:: Height ::
Around 5' 4" - 5' 8"
:: Weight ::
120 - 123
:: Fur~Hair ::
Anthro ~ Satin White with a Black V on her head
Human ~ Light Brown with Pink streaks
:: Skin ::[Human]
Light but not pale when not tanned. When tanned Carissa is very dark but not really, it's hard to explain.
:: Eyes ::
Warm Blue around edge, shifts to pale Green around pupil, and there is a thin Orange ring around the pupil dividing the Green and the pupil itself.
:: Build ::
Strong to an extent, not overly strong. Lean but not overly slim. Carissa is very small, despite her height.
::~ Other ~::
:: Persona ::
Sweet but she has a temper. When she has a very bad day Carissa can let the heat get to her sometimes. Besides her temper she is a very sweet girl and loves to help others. When, or if, she ever finds someone to love she becomes attached and if she were to lose that someone she goes through a stage of depression before coming out of her ‘shell’. Easy to get along with though she likes to hang with the guys instead of hang around girls, Carissa isn’t afraid to get dirty at all and she loves adventure. She isn’t afraid to stand up for others, herself, or what she believes in unless the opposing person is three times her size, then she just gets really mad and everybody knows it. Only certain people can really calm her down when her temper is hot, and they have to be really close to her in order to do that. Despite all that she loves to hang with other people and is really easy to get along with. Carissa is very rebellious and likes to do most things alone when she can. Sometimes she likes to have a team to work with but very rarely, feeling that they can only slow her down or vise versa. She is also a very private individual and keeps a lot of secrets. Carissa is a very restless spirit, too.
:: History ::
Might come out as she's RPed
:: RP Example ::
Normal ::
Zar could easily feel his eyes on her, and she was fighting back the urge to meet his gaze. But when she finally did he started to look away with a smirk forming. She frowned but said nothing and went back to staring at her feet. His words broke into her thoughts but she didn't mind, being so used to it and all. Still staring at the ground, and her feet, she listened with unending patience, but as he got to her past she stiffened and she could easily hear the smirk in his voice. The few moments that passed in silence allowed her the time to glance sideways at his face but couldn't read his expression. Zareen didn't ignore him, she was simply abosrbing his words, trying to find meanings behind meanings. But after a while she finally just gave up, something she didn't usually do. At first she thought of speaking but he beat her to it and so she listened. A slight smile broke her depressed face but it was quickly wiped away.
I've grown so used to it, I couldn't even hear them until you pointed them out. But if you want to move I'll follow, makes the work less for me
Her tone was mostly unreadable but if you listened close enough a bit of anger had broken through. Glancing again up at his face she could see the moment of warmth, until he turned. At first she stared after him then began an easy, though fast, walk to catch up and she slowed down as she neared him, settling into an easy pace beside him. Why was she following? She could so easil turn back around and run if he meant to threaten her. Her mind had doubts of her mental state at the moment, after all she was going against everything she had left.
Special ::
Bare feet, as always. Why are people staring at me? I'm not so different then them aren't I? Smooth strides carried the fair haired young woman across the concrete with her head bowed so she didn't make eye contact with anybody. That's how Zareen was, detached and withdrawn so far into herself she can sometimes be oblivious of other people around her. Nobody that she has made friends with can bring her out of her depression. Ever since her families death at the age of 12 Zareen has been very quiet, shy, depressed, detached, withdrawn and the list just continues. The doctor had soon after diagnosed her with personality disorders called Avoidant, Schizoid, Schizotypal, and Dependant disorder. When she found out that she had personality disorders she became even more withdrawn and detached, seeing them as flaws in her already scarred life.
Staring down at her feet she could easily feel the glances and stares of the people she passed piercing into her tanned skin, feeling that, once again, she was different and not able to fit in. Another flaw in her scarred life. Didn't she have enough scars already hurting her? Or would it never end? In her detached mind everybody was out to get her and hurt her even more. Maybe they were, maybe they weren't. How could she tell? How could a simple and lonely 19 year old girl who had so many personality disorders it was depressing to other people possibly know? In a way she doesn't care, she just carries the burdens and doesn't complain thinking there was nothing really left for her to live for. She had no friends, no family and the family she does now thinks she killed her family, and she has been deprived of love since the deaths.
For the first time since she entered this town she glanced up into the face of a man who looked at her with such disgust it almost brought tears to her soft eyes. Glancing back down to the concrete slabs Zareen felt her bare arm rub against a coat and saw a sneer on a young boys face as she passed by. Never once has she seen a kind face in about 6 years. Everybody would just cast her away and snicker as she kept walking. Zareen knew nobody would help her so she stopped trying, and soon everybody got word of how she supposedly killed her brother, mother, and father with her fire. Strange enough though the bodies had no scorch marks at all. It was just her, she brought bad luck everywhere she went whether she wanted to or not it followed her like a loyal dog follows his master. Perhaps one day she will see a kind face and hope her world will brighten as time passes, but that has yet to happen.
Stepping on grass she looked up and saw a small meadow and the faintest hint of a smile showed before quickly disappearing again and to never be seen for a while. Walking through the meadow her bare feet stepped on sharp twigs and once on a thorn bush branch but she ignored these wounds like they had never happened. Moving out to the middle of the meadow and pulled a jar of black powder out of a simple bag hanging around her neck then pulled out a bottle of water. Reaching once more into the bag she pulled from it a bowl made out of wood that she had specially made for her, for a heavy price. Pouring a very small amount of water into the bowl then grabbing a handful of black powder she sprinkled it in till it was all inside the bowl then slowly stirred it with her finger. Making a paste from the powder and water she closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath before dipping her finger into the paste and coming out with a small amount of paste on the end of her finger. Placing her finger on her temple she drew a curved line from her temple to the middle of the bridge of her nose. Dipping into the paste again she repeated the process on the opposite side of her head then placed the paste on the ground and sat there with her eyes closed, calming nerves and muscles, freeing the mind, and simply getting in touch with her inner power of Fire.
Taking another large and calming breath Zareen finally stood up and removed her bag from around her neck. Placing it quietly on the ground beside her water, powder, and paste and straddled over them. Concentrating on her Fire she closed her eyes and imagined a large, cleared circle of the meadow and heard flames rise up around her, burning the meadow and making a circle of scorched grass and piles of ashes. Smiling a very small smile of satisfaction she pulled out a large piece of glass and placed it on the ground in front of her. Concentrating even harder Zareen pictured a large dragon in her mind curled around a pile of gold and jewels. Relaxing and closing her eyes she put all her strength into the making of the sculpture. Fire blazed from her whole body, weaving and twisting in odd ways to shape the objects within the picture in her mind. The results were less then what she expected. The dragon had come out fine; it was just the very small detail of the jewels and gold. Disappointed she set it aside and pulled out yet another glass cube.
This time she sat down and the picture came back but she dismissed it quickly. Thinking again of a fantasy creature she pictured a large unicorn stallion on a hill with the wind blowing his mane and whipping his tail around his hocks. Determination grasped her again and soon more flames where weaving and twisting in odd ways to form the unicorn, the hill, the fine detail of mane and tail, plus the grass around his hooves. Opening her soft eyes they lit up with satisfaction at the work she had done. Standing up she walked over to the cooling glass and picked it up, pressing the warmth to her cheek. Placing it next to her bag she moved on to Fire manipulation for battle. This was something she would not give up on, ever. It either was done perfectly the first time or go to the brink of death until it was done the way she wanted to.
Moving about the first she spotted an old dying tree. Pulling off branches, picking up long sturdy grass, and grabbing handfuls of leaves she soon had a very strong wall built up just so she could destroy it. Tapping into her Fire again she calmed her nerves, muscles, and mind before twisting her wrist and then twisting it back so her palm was facing out and the back of her hand was facing her face. Flames quickly ignited and swirled from her open palm. It soon stopped and went out just before the wall but Zareen was gone. Quickly she had moved from her position and her whole arm was engulfed in white flames. Coming from behind the wall the Fire user ignited her whole body and had white flames swirling from both palms at the wall from behind. Sliding to a stop smoke rose to the heavens above and Zareen was gasping for air. Breathing heavily she stood up from her crouching position and walked through the smoke to the wall which was now a very large pile leaves. It had been a simple decoy then attack but the fact that she had, for once, timed the ending of the flames correctly it had worked.
At her last try the flames had suddenly gone out and she passed out from exhaustion. Zareen would kill herself to perfect her skills with the flames she depends upon for survival from people who want her dead. Stilling gasping she walked back to her bag and picked up her water bottle. Unscrewing the cap she took a long drink, soothing her burning throat. Sitting on the ground she calmed herself and replaced the V that had burned off when she was engulfed in white flames. Looking over to the pile of ashes Zareen continued to sit there, wondering if she should really continue her training. Could she get any better? If she really wanted to she could seeing as she still had a very long way to go before perfection of her one element. Sighing heavily she lay back on the ground and looked up at the sky with soft but clouded eyes. Blinking once then closing her eyes she sat back up, got to her feet, opened her eyes, and started searching for more sticks and leaves. After about an hour of work she had made a stick person that would suit her needs for now. Moving to be in front of the fake person she tapped once more into her Flames and then quickly with practiced speed made a very large bubble of flames around him, or her. Snapping her fingers once the ball exploded loudly and only the ashes and a long stick that was coming from the ground stood in the stick mans place. Not exactly what she wanted but she really wasn't looking for perfect perfection today. Simply she was bored.
Stepping back over to her bag she removed the paste with some of her water then drank the rest of it. Gazing over at the people who were staring at her she bowed her head, clenched her jaws, then put everything into her bag and placed it back around her neck. Stepping over to the people they backed away in fear and made a path for her to go through so she could reach the street. A child about the age of 7 or 8 started to run up to her but his mother pulled him back with a hatred filled stare at Zareen. Quickening her pace Zareen folded her arms and kept her head bowed as she walked down the sidewalks, invisible to everybody around her and oblivious to them. Sighing again she stopped at an alley and stepped inside to get away from the crowd. Perhaps she could rest here in peace for a bit.
Sitting on some bricks Zareens eyes started to droop but she kept them open as long as she possible could. The use of suck power had only half drained her, then why was she so sleepy? From travel and not getting any sleep the night before. After a while she had drifted off into a light sleep, the slightest noise within the alley could wake her up easily and send flames at the person invading upon her space. Though Zareen always hoped she wouldn't have to do that it happened once but she had stopped the flames before it hit the person coming into the alley she had been sleeping in.
As she drifted off her head filled with nightmares of the deaths and dreams of a world where everyone was forgiven of their sins, though she hadn't killed her family. Her sleep became deeper and deeper as she slept there on the bricks leaning back against a concrete wall.
Running from the school bus to her house the 12 year old girl had a large smile on her face. Opening the door she called for her parents and older brother but nobody answered. Walking down the hall to their rooms she saw they were empty. Moving to the kitchen it was empty as well. Jumping half the stairs she went downstairs and her smile faded, backpack dropped from her shoulder, and soft eyes became fear stricken. In the middle of the room was a cloaked figure holding a sword to her mother’s neck. Tears streamed down her fair face as she was held off the ground with the cold metal pressed against her neck. Zareen couldn’t move, her mind said run but her legs were stiff, her whole body was stiff as rock. The only thing the girl could do was stare in shock and fear. The cloaked figure smirked before sliding the sword quickly across her mother’s throat, and ending, what he called, her pitiful life. Her father was already dead and her brother was nowhere to be seen. Now it was Zareens turn to cry. Her eyes watered then abruptly spilled over as tears streamed quickly down her face in the same way, following the first one that had already fallen from her chin to the floor. The figure was wiping off his blade with a piece of cloth then started walking toward her. Her legs finally unlock and move her away from him. Spinning on her heel she ran away just as he swung, but she had been cut in the calf making her limp. Pulling herself up the stairs her tears streamed faster then she thought they could go. With both physical and emotional pain weighing her down, she made a break for the living room, the only room with a phone. Reaching it she picked it up but there was no ring tone, he had cut the phone cord from the base. Panic finally hit her with full force and like a switch had been turned on she set herself ablaze for the first time. Out of the corner of her eye the cloaked man was grinning devilishly and coming toward her with the sword. The flames glinted off the cold metal and he stopped before her, the sword touching her neck. Zar had her eyes closed but when she noticed he hadn’t yet slit her throat one eye cracked open slightly to see why. Though his face was shadowed she could still see some of his face by the light of the fire but not enough to know who he is. When he backed up she became confused and stood there, waiting for him to turn back around and kill her. But he didn’t. Instead he sheathed his sword and then the front door slammed open…
Zareen woke up with a start and the night flashed bits and pieces before it faded back into her memories only to come back and haunt her sleep again. Looking up to the sun it was halfway between noon and sunset. Sighing softly she stretched, yawned, then left the alley and went to a bench, refusing to look at anybody he would purposely hit one of her legs or ‘ accidentally ’ step on her foot. The simple irritations were ignored but not forgotten.
A teenage boy snuck up to her, which was a dare from his friends, who passed her and dropped a piece of paper on her lap. Staring at it blankly Zar glanced at the boy before pulling her hands out of her pockets and picking the paper up. Once she had it opened she saw one word and one word alone: FREAK in bright red letters. The boys snickered and Zareens temper tried to break through but with some strong will she kept it under control. If she hadn’t she would be engulfed in white flames, to angry to notice the damage she would cause until after the flames died out.
Perhaps it was her fate to be a freak and friendless forever; maybe it was just for a while but how long? Maybe God had a plan for her or maybe not. Sighing softly she flicked her gaze over to the group and stared at their faces; they were waiting for a reaction from her but wouldn’t get one. Seeing that she wouldn’t get mad or move they became bored and moved on, calling her freak as they passed by. Shaking her head lightly Zareen thought about what they said. Was she really a freak? Or just misunderstood and hated? Just because she had the ability to manipulate fire did not mean she was a freak, just … different. Just a bit different.
Before all this, when she had a family, Zareen had been happy without knowing she had the great power of fire. At the time she had been … normal. Now, she longed to be just as normal, to have friends and family, to be liked and not hated. Would she ever be normal again?
Standing up with a heavy sigh she started walking back to the meadow, noticing that it was still burnt and most people avoided it. Small children made a game out of playing tag in the center but she had forgotten how to smile so she couldn’t. A group of girls, apparently the watchers, were talking when they saw her and giggled lightly. It deepened her frown but her gaze quickly returned to the children, thinking of her once happy past.
Normally specials are entry posts
:: Pictures ::
Zareen (Anthro)
!NOTE!
She is NOT a bunny Anthro she is a white fox Anthro with ears that kinda look like bunny ears.
Zareen (Human)
!Change!
No feather on top of her forehead and the necklace in the picture she is not wearing! Also in order to see the pictures you must refresh the page.
::~ Pet ~::
:: Calling ::
Avalon
:: Blessed As ::
Female
:: Been An Angel For ::
4 years
:: Appearing As ::
Afillian – No, you will not find these anywhere in myths or in any drawings seeing as the name is my creation ^^. These creatures are very humble and peaceful, sticking to themselves in small packs. They are a bit bigger then a normal wolf and come in odd colors. They have the body of a wolf and also the facial features of a wolf. Many things make them different. One would be that around the face these creatures don’t have as much poof as a wolf does. Afillians are well known, if you get the chance to meet one, for their tails. Strange thing about their tails is they look like a squirrels but much larger and a lot puffier. They are very agile and swift. They have been graced with very graceful movements and the females can be very tempting at times. They have thin and hollow bones like birds. Because they have hollow bones they can fly, not float fly, with the wings most of them have. Some Afillians are of the older breed and don’t get wings. The most common of colors is usually a cream or light tan.
:: Painted ::
Cream and White
:: Given Persona ::
See Carissa[that's why they are perfect friends]
:: Memories… ::
Unlike most pups of the canine race Avalon, much like the rest of her sub-species, was an only pup. Her parents were never too harsh and never too willing to let her get away with things. You’re probably expecting one of those stories where the pack was murder, nobody survived but one pup. Well no, Ava didn’t lose her parents, she left them. Unlike her friends she left her pack only because of her restless spirit. Avalon wanted adventure, something new and exciting. Back to her pup hood though, don’t want to skip too far ahead of myself. OK, born as an only pup Avalon never knew the company of siblings and only had her friends to play with. Unlike wolf packs every female was able to choose her mate instead of just having to ask the alpha male or having just the alpha female only bearing pups. Ava was never really lonely but she did wonder. The rules of the pack were that until your pup grew to the age of 2 you cannot have another puppy. It didn’t bother her so much that she became depressed but she always wished. Her friends weren’t very supportive of her thoughts though. Skipping ahead to her second year she finally knew what it was like to have a sibling, two years younger then she but still a sibling. He was slate gray with black markings on his head. Avalon took it as her responsibility that he stayed out of trouble and she soon became his nursemaid. She remembers him being called Seraphinus, a name she had chosen. Being in charge of him at all times taught her responsibility and it was harder then she thought it would be. As he grew older he showed signs of being a great leader, and the alpha took an interest in him quickly. Avalon didn’t like the thought of her brother being the head of the pack. Destined leaders were trained and tested by the previous leader and some went crazy with all the tests. Ava couldn’t stand seeing her brother strut about, bragging about how much the leader favored him, she knew it would hurt him in the end. About 1 and ½ years had passed already and Seraphinus was certainly going to be chosen as Alpha. Not being able to bear it Avalon fled her pack, knowing very well that if he was to become the lead then he would have many enemies. It wasn’t hard for her to find what she needed to survive and if she ever hurt herself she had the gift of healing. When her parents found out she had left, though, they were heartbroken but couldn’t really blame her. Avalon felt very dearly for her only sibling and would not be there if he was attacked for vengeance.
:: Appearance::
OK, since I don’t have a picture to show you then I will give you a paragraph or two on how my dear Avalon looks.
Avalon is very bright female, brighter then some at least. Her pelt is the color of buttermilk and silky soft. Her belly, chin, and back of her tail is an off white that stands out against her other colors. Her tail is large and squirrel like but beautiful at the same time. Her face is finely chiseled with a medium length muzzle with the same buttermilk color. Her eyes are a bright green at times but when they shift they are a very pale blue. At all times Avalon has an orange spiky ring around her pupil even during shift mode. Her ears are wide and rounded at the base but come to a fine point that is slightly rounded. On the top of her head, starting beneath her eyes and curving around away from her nose, are black streaks that intertwine with each other until they reach her tail. Nobodies really ever been able to figure out the start of one and the end of that same one, they just drop off while connecting to a different one at sharp angles. Her wings are a bright white with buttermilk colored tips and base. They are angelic wings instead of demon wings. Her legs, when you get to see them, star as that warm buttermilk color but turn to that off white to form high socks. Over all she has a well built frame and is very athletic. And around her neck she has an odd necklace or a collar with a blue glass apple as the pendant. The apple has small drops of dew on its two leaves. That is about it for Avalon, if you want more details I’ll continue to think of them.
:: Other ::
Nope, nothing else ^^.
Carissa
:: Age ::
18
:: Gender ::
Female
:: Species ::
Fox Anthro
::~ Description ~::
:: Height ::
Around 5' 4" - 5' 8"
:: Weight ::
120 - 123
:: Fur~Hair ::
Anthro ~ Satin White with a Black V on her head
Human ~ Light Brown with Pink streaks
:: Skin ::[Human]
Light but not pale when not tanned. When tanned Carissa is very dark but not really, it's hard to explain.
:: Eyes ::
Warm Blue around edge, shifts to pale Green around pupil, and there is a thin Orange ring around the pupil dividing the Green and the pupil itself.
:: Build ::
Strong to an extent, not overly strong. Lean but not overly slim. Carissa is very small, despite her height.
::~ Other ~::
:: Persona ::
Sweet but she has a temper. When she has a very bad day Carissa can let the heat get to her sometimes. Besides her temper she is a very sweet girl and loves to help others. When, or if, she ever finds someone to love she becomes attached and if she were to lose that someone she goes through a stage of depression before coming out of her ‘shell’. Easy to get along with though she likes to hang with the guys instead of hang around girls, Carissa isn’t afraid to get dirty at all and she loves adventure. She isn’t afraid to stand up for others, herself, or what she believes in unless the opposing person is three times her size, then she just gets really mad and everybody knows it. Only certain people can really calm her down when her temper is hot, and they have to be really close to her in order to do that. Despite all that she loves to hang with other people and is really easy to get along with. Carissa is very rebellious and likes to do most things alone when she can. Sometimes she likes to have a team to work with but very rarely, feeling that they can only slow her down or vise versa. She is also a very private individual and keeps a lot of secrets. Carissa is a very restless spirit, too.
:: History ::
Might come out as she's RPed
:: RP Example ::
Normal ::
Zar could easily feel his eyes on her, and she was fighting back the urge to meet his gaze. But when she finally did he started to look away with a smirk forming. She frowned but said nothing and went back to staring at her feet. His words broke into her thoughts but she didn't mind, being so used to it and all. Still staring at the ground, and her feet, she listened with unending patience, but as he got to her past she stiffened and she could easily hear the smirk in his voice. The few moments that passed in silence allowed her the time to glance sideways at his face but couldn't read his expression. Zareen didn't ignore him, she was simply abosrbing his words, trying to find meanings behind meanings. But after a while she finally just gave up, something she didn't usually do. At first she thought of speaking but he beat her to it and so she listened. A slight smile broke her depressed face but it was quickly wiped away.
I've grown so used to it, I couldn't even hear them until you pointed them out. But if you want to move I'll follow, makes the work less for me
Her tone was mostly unreadable but if you listened close enough a bit of anger had broken through. Glancing again up at his face she could see the moment of warmth, until he turned. At first she stared after him then began an easy, though fast, walk to catch up and she slowed down as she neared him, settling into an easy pace beside him. Why was she following? She could so easil turn back around and run if he meant to threaten her. Her mind had doubts of her mental state at the moment, after all she was going against everything she had left.
Special ::
Bare feet, as always. Why are people staring at me? I'm not so different then them aren't I? Smooth strides carried the fair haired young woman across the concrete with her head bowed so she didn't make eye contact with anybody. That's how Zareen was, detached and withdrawn so far into herself she can sometimes be oblivious of other people around her. Nobody that she has made friends with can bring her out of her depression. Ever since her families death at the age of 12 Zareen has been very quiet, shy, depressed, detached, withdrawn and the list just continues. The doctor had soon after diagnosed her with personality disorders called Avoidant, Schizoid, Schizotypal, and Dependant disorder. When she found out that she had personality disorders she became even more withdrawn and detached, seeing them as flaws in her already scarred life.
Staring down at her feet she could easily feel the glances and stares of the people she passed piercing into her tanned skin, feeling that, once again, she was different and not able to fit in. Another flaw in her scarred life. Didn't she have enough scars already hurting her? Or would it never end? In her detached mind everybody was out to get her and hurt her even more. Maybe they were, maybe they weren't. How could she tell? How could a simple and lonely 19 year old girl who had so many personality disorders it was depressing to other people possibly know? In a way she doesn't care, she just carries the burdens and doesn't complain thinking there was nothing really left for her to live for. She had no friends, no family and the family she does now thinks she killed her family, and she has been deprived of love since the deaths.
For the first time since she entered this town she glanced up into the face of a man who looked at her with such disgust it almost brought tears to her soft eyes. Glancing back down to the concrete slabs Zareen felt her bare arm rub against a coat and saw a sneer on a young boys face as she passed by. Never once has she seen a kind face in about 6 years. Everybody would just cast her away and snicker as she kept walking. Zareen knew nobody would help her so she stopped trying, and soon everybody got word of how she supposedly killed her brother, mother, and father with her fire. Strange enough though the bodies had no scorch marks at all. It was just her, she brought bad luck everywhere she went whether she wanted to or not it followed her like a loyal dog follows his master. Perhaps one day she will see a kind face and hope her world will brighten as time passes, but that has yet to happen.
Stepping on grass she looked up and saw a small meadow and the faintest hint of a smile showed before quickly disappearing again and to never be seen for a while. Walking through the meadow her bare feet stepped on sharp twigs and once on a thorn bush branch but she ignored these wounds like they had never happened. Moving out to the middle of the meadow and pulled a jar of black powder out of a simple bag hanging around her neck then pulled out a bottle of water. Reaching once more into the bag she pulled from it a bowl made out of wood that she had specially made for her, for a heavy price. Pouring a very small amount of water into the bowl then grabbing a handful of black powder she sprinkled it in till it was all inside the bowl then slowly stirred it with her finger. Making a paste from the powder and water she closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath before dipping her finger into the paste and coming out with a small amount of paste on the end of her finger. Placing her finger on her temple she drew a curved line from her temple to the middle of the bridge of her nose. Dipping into the paste again she repeated the process on the opposite side of her head then placed the paste on the ground and sat there with her eyes closed, calming nerves and muscles, freeing the mind, and simply getting in touch with her inner power of Fire.
Taking another large and calming breath Zareen finally stood up and removed her bag from around her neck. Placing it quietly on the ground beside her water, powder, and paste and straddled over them. Concentrating on her Fire she closed her eyes and imagined a large, cleared circle of the meadow and heard flames rise up around her, burning the meadow and making a circle of scorched grass and piles of ashes. Smiling a very small smile of satisfaction she pulled out a large piece of glass and placed it on the ground in front of her. Concentrating even harder Zareen pictured a large dragon in her mind curled around a pile of gold and jewels. Relaxing and closing her eyes she put all her strength into the making of the sculpture. Fire blazed from her whole body, weaving and twisting in odd ways to shape the objects within the picture in her mind. The results were less then what she expected. The dragon had come out fine; it was just the very small detail of the jewels and gold. Disappointed she set it aside and pulled out yet another glass cube.
This time she sat down and the picture came back but she dismissed it quickly. Thinking again of a fantasy creature she pictured a large unicorn stallion on a hill with the wind blowing his mane and whipping his tail around his hocks. Determination grasped her again and soon more flames where weaving and twisting in odd ways to form the unicorn, the hill, the fine detail of mane and tail, plus the grass around his hooves. Opening her soft eyes they lit up with satisfaction at the work she had done. Standing up she walked over to the cooling glass and picked it up, pressing the warmth to her cheek. Placing it next to her bag she moved on to Fire manipulation for battle. This was something she would not give up on, ever. It either was done perfectly the first time or go to the brink of death until it was done the way she wanted to.
Moving about the first she spotted an old dying tree. Pulling off branches, picking up long sturdy grass, and grabbing handfuls of leaves she soon had a very strong wall built up just so she could destroy it. Tapping into her Fire again she calmed her nerves, muscles, and mind before twisting her wrist and then twisting it back so her palm was facing out and the back of her hand was facing her face. Flames quickly ignited and swirled from her open palm. It soon stopped and went out just before the wall but Zareen was gone. Quickly she had moved from her position and her whole arm was engulfed in white flames. Coming from behind the wall the Fire user ignited her whole body and had white flames swirling from both palms at the wall from behind. Sliding to a stop smoke rose to the heavens above and Zareen was gasping for air. Breathing heavily she stood up from her crouching position and walked through the smoke to the wall which was now a very large pile leaves. It had been a simple decoy then attack but the fact that she had, for once, timed the ending of the flames correctly it had worked.
At her last try the flames had suddenly gone out and she passed out from exhaustion. Zareen would kill herself to perfect her skills with the flames she depends upon for survival from people who want her dead. Stilling gasping she walked back to her bag and picked up her water bottle. Unscrewing the cap she took a long drink, soothing her burning throat. Sitting on the ground she calmed herself and replaced the V that had burned off when she was engulfed in white flames. Looking over to the pile of ashes Zareen continued to sit there, wondering if she should really continue her training. Could she get any better? If she really wanted to she could seeing as she still had a very long way to go before perfection of her one element. Sighing heavily she lay back on the ground and looked up at the sky with soft but clouded eyes. Blinking once then closing her eyes she sat back up, got to her feet, opened her eyes, and started searching for more sticks and leaves. After about an hour of work she had made a stick person that would suit her needs for now. Moving to be in front of the fake person she tapped once more into her Flames and then quickly with practiced speed made a very large bubble of flames around him, or her. Snapping her fingers once the ball exploded loudly and only the ashes and a long stick that was coming from the ground stood in the stick mans place. Not exactly what she wanted but she really wasn't looking for perfect perfection today. Simply she was bored.
Stepping back over to her bag she removed the paste with some of her water then drank the rest of it. Gazing over at the people who were staring at her she bowed her head, clenched her jaws, then put everything into her bag and placed it back around her neck. Stepping over to the people they backed away in fear and made a path for her to go through so she could reach the street. A child about the age of 7 or 8 started to run up to her but his mother pulled him back with a hatred filled stare at Zareen. Quickening her pace Zareen folded her arms and kept her head bowed as she walked down the sidewalks, invisible to everybody around her and oblivious to them. Sighing again she stopped at an alley and stepped inside to get away from the crowd. Perhaps she could rest here in peace for a bit.
Sitting on some bricks Zareens eyes started to droop but she kept them open as long as she possible could. The use of suck power had only half drained her, then why was she so sleepy? From travel and not getting any sleep the night before. After a while she had drifted off into a light sleep, the slightest noise within the alley could wake her up easily and send flames at the person invading upon her space. Though Zareen always hoped she wouldn't have to do that it happened once but she had stopped the flames before it hit the person coming into the alley she had been sleeping in.
As she drifted off her head filled with nightmares of the deaths and dreams of a world where everyone was forgiven of their sins, though she hadn't killed her family. Her sleep became deeper and deeper as she slept there on the bricks leaning back against a concrete wall.
Running from the school bus to her house the 12 year old girl had a large smile on her face. Opening the door she called for her parents and older brother but nobody answered. Walking down the hall to their rooms she saw they were empty. Moving to the kitchen it was empty as well. Jumping half the stairs she went downstairs and her smile faded, backpack dropped from her shoulder, and soft eyes became fear stricken. In the middle of the room was a cloaked figure holding a sword to her mother’s neck. Tears streamed down her fair face as she was held off the ground with the cold metal pressed against her neck. Zareen couldn’t move, her mind said run but her legs were stiff, her whole body was stiff as rock. The only thing the girl could do was stare in shock and fear. The cloaked figure smirked before sliding the sword quickly across her mother’s throat, and ending, what he called, her pitiful life. Her father was already dead and her brother was nowhere to be seen. Now it was Zareens turn to cry. Her eyes watered then abruptly spilled over as tears streamed quickly down her face in the same way, following the first one that had already fallen from her chin to the floor. The figure was wiping off his blade with a piece of cloth then started walking toward her. Her legs finally unlock and move her away from him. Spinning on her heel she ran away just as he swung, but she had been cut in the calf making her limp. Pulling herself up the stairs her tears streamed faster then she thought they could go. With both physical and emotional pain weighing her down, she made a break for the living room, the only room with a phone. Reaching it she picked it up but there was no ring tone, he had cut the phone cord from the base. Panic finally hit her with full force and like a switch had been turned on she set herself ablaze for the first time. Out of the corner of her eye the cloaked man was grinning devilishly and coming toward her with the sword. The flames glinted off the cold metal and he stopped before her, the sword touching her neck. Zar had her eyes closed but when she noticed he hadn’t yet slit her throat one eye cracked open slightly to see why. Though his face was shadowed she could still see some of his face by the light of the fire but not enough to know who he is. When he backed up she became confused and stood there, waiting for him to turn back around and kill her. But he didn’t. Instead he sheathed his sword and then the front door slammed open…
Zareen woke up with a start and the night flashed bits and pieces before it faded back into her memories only to come back and haunt her sleep again. Looking up to the sun it was halfway between noon and sunset. Sighing softly she stretched, yawned, then left the alley and went to a bench, refusing to look at anybody he would purposely hit one of her legs or ‘ accidentally ’ step on her foot. The simple irritations were ignored but not forgotten.
A teenage boy snuck up to her, which was a dare from his friends, who passed her and dropped a piece of paper on her lap. Staring at it blankly Zar glanced at the boy before pulling her hands out of her pockets and picking the paper up. Once she had it opened she saw one word and one word alone: FREAK in bright red letters. The boys snickered and Zareens temper tried to break through but with some strong will she kept it under control. If she hadn’t she would be engulfed in white flames, to angry to notice the damage she would cause until after the flames died out.
Perhaps it was her fate to be a freak and friendless forever; maybe it was just for a while but how long? Maybe God had a plan for her or maybe not. Sighing softly she flicked her gaze over to the group and stared at their faces; they were waiting for a reaction from her but wouldn’t get one. Seeing that she wouldn’t get mad or move they became bored and moved on, calling her freak as they passed by. Shaking her head lightly Zareen thought about what they said. Was she really a freak? Or just misunderstood and hated? Just because she had the ability to manipulate fire did not mean she was a freak, just … different. Just a bit different.
Before all this, when she had a family, Zareen had been happy without knowing she had the great power of fire. At the time she had been … normal. Now, she longed to be just as normal, to have friends and family, to be liked and not hated. Would she ever be normal again?
Standing up with a heavy sigh she started walking back to the meadow, noticing that it was still burnt and most people avoided it. Small children made a game out of playing tag in the center but she had forgotten how to smile so she couldn’t. A group of girls, apparently the watchers, were talking when they saw her and giggled lightly. It deepened her frown but her gaze quickly returned to the children, thinking of her once happy past.
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:: Pictures ::
Zareen (Anthro)
!NOTE!
She is NOT a bunny Anthro she is a white fox Anthro with ears that kinda look like bunny ears.
Zareen (Human)
!Change!
No feather on top of her forehead and the necklace in the picture she is not wearing! Also in order to see the pictures you must refresh the page.
::~ Pet ~::
:: Calling ::
Avalon
:: Blessed As ::
Female
:: Been An Angel For ::
4 years
:: Appearing As ::
Afillian – No, you will not find these anywhere in myths or in any drawings seeing as the name is my creation ^^. These creatures are very humble and peaceful, sticking to themselves in small packs. They are a bit bigger then a normal wolf and come in odd colors. They have the body of a wolf and also the facial features of a wolf. Many things make them different. One would be that around the face these creatures don’t have as much poof as a wolf does. Afillians are well known, if you get the chance to meet one, for their tails. Strange thing about their tails is they look like a squirrels but much larger and a lot puffier. They are very agile and swift. They have been graced with very graceful movements and the females can be very tempting at times. They have thin and hollow bones like birds. Because they have hollow bones they can fly, not float fly, with the wings most of them have. Some Afillians are of the older breed and don’t get wings. The most common of colors is usually a cream or light tan.
:: Painted ::
Cream and White
:: Given Persona ::
See Carissa[that's why they are perfect friends]
:: Memories… ::
Unlike most pups of the canine race Avalon, much like the rest of her sub-species, was an only pup. Her parents were never too harsh and never too willing to let her get away with things. You’re probably expecting one of those stories where the pack was murder, nobody survived but one pup. Well no, Ava didn’t lose her parents, she left them. Unlike her friends she left her pack only because of her restless spirit. Avalon wanted adventure, something new and exciting. Back to her pup hood though, don’t want to skip too far ahead of myself. OK, born as an only pup Avalon never knew the company of siblings and only had her friends to play with. Unlike wolf packs every female was able to choose her mate instead of just having to ask the alpha male or having just the alpha female only bearing pups. Ava was never really lonely but she did wonder. The rules of the pack were that until your pup grew to the age of 2 you cannot have another puppy. It didn’t bother her so much that she became depressed but she always wished. Her friends weren’t very supportive of her thoughts though. Skipping ahead to her second year she finally knew what it was like to have a sibling, two years younger then she but still a sibling. He was slate gray with black markings on his head. Avalon took it as her responsibility that he stayed out of trouble and she soon became his nursemaid. She remembers him being called Seraphinus, a name she had chosen. Being in charge of him at all times taught her responsibility and it was harder then she thought it would be. As he grew older he showed signs of being a great leader, and the alpha took an interest in him quickly. Avalon didn’t like the thought of her brother being the head of the pack. Destined leaders were trained and tested by the previous leader and some went crazy with all the tests. Ava couldn’t stand seeing her brother strut about, bragging about how much the leader favored him, she knew it would hurt him in the end. About 1 and ½ years had passed already and Seraphinus was certainly going to be chosen as Alpha. Not being able to bear it Avalon fled her pack, knowing very well that if he was to become the lead then he would have many enemies. It wasn’t hard for her to find what she needed to survive and if she ever hurt herself she had the gift of healing. When her parents found out she had left, though, they were heartbroken but couldn’t really blame her. Avalon felt very dearly for her only sibling and would not be there if he was attacked for vengeance.
:: Appearance::
OK, since I don’t have a picture to show you then I will give you a paragraph or two on how my dear Avalon looks.
Avalon is very bright female, brighter then some at least. Her pelt is the color of buttermilk and silky soft. Her belly, chin, and back of her tail is an off white that stands out against her other colors. Her tail is large and squirrel like but beautiful at the same time. Her face is finely chiseled with a medium length muzzle with the same buttermilk color. Her eyes are a bright green at times but when they shift they are a very pale blue. At all times Avalon has an orange spiky ring around her pupil even during shift mode. Her ears are wide and rounded at the base but come to a fine point that is slightly rounded. On the top of her head, starting beneath her eyes and curving around away from her nose, are black streaks that intertwine with each other until they reach her tail. Nobodies really ever been able to figure out the start of one and the end of that same one, they just drop off while connecting to a different one at sharp angles. Her wings are a bright white with buttermilk colored tips and base. They are angelic wings instead of demon wings. Her legs, when you get to see them, star as that warm buttermilk color but turn to that off white to form high socks. Over all she has a well built frame and is very athletic. And around her neck she has an odd necklace or a collar with a blue glass apple as the pendant. The apple has small drops of dew on its two leaves. That is about it for Avalon, if you want more details I’ll continue to think of them.
:: Other ::
Nope, nothing else ^^.
