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Muse: High
Activity: High (But I may not be as active between the 3rd - 18th of December. This is because we are handing in our school laptops to be replaced with something better. Yay so excited. I will still try my best to rp, it'll just be harder to type on an iPod touch)

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Name: Asura
Age: 17 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: The Imperials mate
Appearance:
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Asura is a slender, powerfully built animal with a large, deeply descending rib cage and a sloping back. Her abdomen is pulled in, and her neck heavily muscled. Her limbs are long and robust, with comparatively small paws. Asura's legs are moderately longer than those of other felines. This enables her to move swiftly, and allows it to overcome the deep snow that covers most of its geographical range. Asura's head is narrow and delicate, with a wide forehead, strong jaws and a long, narrow muzzle. Her ears are relatively small and triangular.

Asura has a long, beautiful copper and white pelt. She may be somewhat simple, but he has so much to the inner workings of her being. Her coat is thick, heavy. it would take a lot to pierce through the layers of fur that defend her. Asura's body is thick, stocky perhaps, while her legs are long, her torso is short. Eyes of a glistening copper-gold pierce through ones very soul. Asura's paw pads are black along with her claws. Asura holds herself high, no matter who's presence she is in. She let's them know that she means business. Asura has a large but lithe, sleek frame that’s packed with muscle. She is bigger than most she-cats. In a fight or hunt, her heaving loads of sinewy strength prove to be very useful. If she were to be aggressive, she would be pretty threatening to others. Her copper-gold, snowy white coat is very thick, considering she was born in a mountain clan. There are no imperfections in the silky fairness of her fur. Her tail, belly, and throat are covered very thickly with fluffy fur. Her face is stern and wise but also has a gentle and loving side to it. overall, Asura's stature is very feminine.

Personality: Asura couldn't give a damn whether you liked her or not. She doesn't care what you think about her or her beliefs; she knows who she is and that's all that maters to her. She isn't uncaring in the sense that she hates everyone and everything, no. As deputy she cares greatly about her clan mates and her clan, but she won't try and kiss up to you. What you see is what you get.

Despite everything she'll tell you, Asura really is a hopeless romantic. She adores the thought of staying together with a tomcat and raising a family. Long walks on the moonlit beaches are also a want for her, but she's aware that, due to her personality, this might not happen. Whenever she has a crush however, it's insane how goofy she acts around them.

If there's one thing Asura has a lot of, it's passion. Once she becomes passionate about something, there's no stopping her. It could be a plethora of things, from fighting to faith. This she-cat is very passionate about what she believes in; she respects her warrior ancestors more than anything but she won't preach about them if she knows you don't believe in them. Well, she tries. She's a pretty accepting feline, but mess with her beliefs and she'll rip your tail off.

Once upon a time Karma was is not a nice cat. She's not a horrible one, either. She cut herself off from the world and distanced herself from any cat who tried to grow close to her. She is distrustful and cold, and is often hostile. She was intimidating and threatening. She wished to not make friends, because a bond of friendship would require mutual trust, of which Karma has no intention of giving. She was almost afraid of having a friend. She's terrified she'll grow too close and, since she's an extremely loyal friend when she attains one, she'll end up throwing away her life for said friend. Or she'll get stabbed in the back. However, she can be friendly, and she is good-humored. She has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor, but it's a sense of humor nonetheless. But then she met The Imperial and she became the cat she is today...

Family: Deceased
Crushes/Mate?: The Imperial
History: "I-I don't want to talk about it..."

*RP Sample: The burning sun stained the sky red as the dark shadows of a feline stretched across the forest. The sound of a labored walking pattern with a jerky movement of a limp seemed to echo around the vacant forest. A lithe feline's body silhouetted against the crimson skies. The forest was eerily silent, except for the ragged breaths of the feline, and the soft crunch of leaves and twigs as it padded forth. The smell of blood was sour and tainted the forest.
A large dark shadow seemed to overcast the forest. The shadow seemed depressing, a sign of pain and grief. It made the birds stop singing, the crickets stop chirping, and the wind stop whispering through the trees. Everything was still as though standing still in fear of the dark presence. She was not wanted, yet the cat remained, her labored steps falling irregularly in order.
Her paws ached at the strain of every step but still she walked on, determined to keep moving forwards. Many would give up but still she hauled herself through the marsh. She squinted as brambles tore at her eyes and skin, clumps of her fur clung to the sharp stems of the brambles. Her fur was tangled, ungroomed and mattered in dirt and blood. The stench of blood and pus radiated a sour stench from her long, deep scars. With her ears flat against his head, she continued to trudge onward though the pain.

Other: Thanks and I read the laws :)

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