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Post by Forte! on Nov 25, 2008 11:32:38 GMT -5
Name: Datura
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Species: Puma
Physical Appearance: In some ways, Datura is your average mountain lion, her bodice well suited for the power and grace denoted to her breed. Her pelt is of a more silver tint, helping her blend with the mountain and the woods. Sharp black tics slash across her facade, hovering above deep blue eyes rimmed with a yellow shade. Her muzzle, ears, feet, and tail show a bit more of black tintage, and the first of these is blessed with a small dip of white. There is nothing unusual about her build - she is in every other way very much your average lion. She moves with a grace that belies her strength, and her entire being suggests danger for prey, which is what her breed was meant to do.
Personality: Datura is neither good nor evil for her breed - she only does what she must to stay alive. She is driven by the baser, more primal instincts to hunt in the vanishing wilderness, and has been forced to adapt to the urban setting. If raiding a human farm is her only choice for dinner, so be it, she will gladly kill and eat anything she can get her paws on. With her own kind, she is perfectly civil but somewhat aloof, like all cats she would rather be alone than have to share her life with yet another mouth to feed. Wise beyond her years, Datura is slightly conniving, and will get others to work for her own good if possible.
She has been classified as unfeeling, however she is quite the opposite. She simply doesn't show how she feels all of the time, especially when she is happy. She can get snappish and is quick to correct the mistakes of others, something that might make her a stern mother if she ever bears cubs. Extremely cautious, it has taken all of her will to even get close to the human camps, and traveling in their lands bothers her a little bit. However, the encroachment upon her territory is more than she can take, and knows that she will eventually have to adapt.
History: She grew up in the secluded mountains with her mother and a few other cubs, all of whom passed away. All in all, she hasn't had a very eventful life besides a few bad scrapes with humans and male lions, and she has learned to fend for herself very well due to her upbringing.
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