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Nira Jotte
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It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide "[/size][color=black]
[align=left][color=black]Character Age:
She is only 19 moons old, but is mature for her age.
Gender:
The impulsive she-cat would claw you if she heard you asking that.
Alliance:
She is a loyal Heist member, always ready to pounce on another clan.
Rank:
She is a warrior of the Heist. Her training as an apprentice was completed early, as she was a quick learner, eager to prove herself.
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[align=right][color=black]Appearance:
Nira is small for a cat, being the runt of her litter. Her fluffy fur and long whiskers often makes up for this fact though, especially when she's on edge. While her fluffy fur may make her innocent and cute to an unknowing bystander, they will quickly realize this cat is not to be trifled with from one look of her battle scars and one glance of her cold eyes.
Her fur was inherited from her father, orange being somewhat uncommon in females, but the soft green eyes she gained from her mother. She isn't sure of these genetics though. They are all hear-say. She never met her parents, perhaps a reason for her guarded posture most of the time.
The cat only relaxes around true friends, and her eyes lose their I-will-kill-you edge. One would not recognize the cat in the two different settings. She looks pretty and innocent when relaxed, though one who knows her would know the latter is not the case. She is a Heist cat through and through, and innocent is not in her vocabulary.
History:
Nira isn't supposed to be alive. Her mother was a First, therefore not allowed to have a mate. Nira was born in the cover of nightfall, along with two brothers. Nira was the smallest of the three, the runt.
Nira's mother hoped to run away with her young and forbidden mate, she hoped to find a better place, but they were caught trying to leave the gates with three mewling kits. Nira's mother and father were quickly killed, but the kits were not. They had to undergo the ceremony first.
Brought down to the slave quarters, one brother died as a slave attacked and ate him, and the other showed fear, and was thus killed for it. Only Nira survived the ordeal, though she doesn't remember much of it.
She was fostered by another Queen, but was treated like she belonged in the earth with her family. Eager to prove to the nay-sayers that she was capable, she threw herself into training from a young age, and quickly excelled in the training, gaining respect for her formidable fighting skills. She often trained late into the night, after all the rest had gone to sleep. She was made a warrior at 10 moons, a rarely precedented age.
But on her the happiness of youth was wasted, and she has been hardened into a fierce, tough young she-cat, always looking for a fight.
Personality:
She doesn't really trust anyone in general, and is rarely friendly to those around her. To gain her friendship is a miracle. But if you do, she is fiercely loyal, and will protect you to the ends of the earth. To her friends, she is sweet, if still a little rough around the edges. She does not have many, if any, social manners, and is often quite blunt and sometimes rude by accident. Though, around strangers and cats she does not trust, she will not hesitate to spit insults in their faces. The young she-cat really has no tact.
She is quite stubborn, and it is almost impossible to make her admit she was wrong. Her hotheaded nature often leads to trouble in this manner as well. She is not afraid to attack anyone who pisses her off, regardless of timing. She is quite impulsive in this way, and, despite the intelligence she possesses, she rarely uses it when riled up.
While she is some-what harsh and cold, she is very honest. If she makes a promise, she will keep it, but if someone makes a promise to her, and then betrays her, anyone in a sizable radius might want to run. She turns very cold and bitter if betrayed, and will wait until the revenge is so cold it will be snowing as she serves it, metaphorically of course. It is near impossible to regain her trust after hurting her. One way to do so is to save her life in some manner. She considers it a debt to be paid, and will not stop until she has repaid it. She considers this person a friend, even if they have hurt her in the past. While this rhetoric is somewhat childish, it works for her.
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[color=black]---Likes:
-Clouds (wouldn't admit that one)
-Fighting
-Fresh meat
-Relaxing
-Winning, especially over a tom
-Sunshine
-Nature in general
-Respect
-The Heist
-Ravens
-Elder's stories
-Defeating other clans
-Laughter
-Chatting with friends
--- Dislikes:
-Wounds
-Being annoyed
-Losing a fight, especially to a tom
-Being picked on
-Spoiled food
-Firsts
-Slaves
-Her family
-Being tricked
-Being betrayed
-Kits (She's afraid 0f them)
-Rain
-Heavy wind
---Strengths:
-Fighting
-Hunting
-Intelligent, when not fighting
-Creative
---Weaknesses:
-Impulsive
-Unfriendly
-Stubborn
-Not many friends
-Refuses any and all help
-Judgmental
-Arrogant
-Denies fears
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