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About The Character:
Part II: Appearance and Personality
Appearance:
» Short:
Harrier is a beautiful ruddy brown ticked tabby with soft fur and wave-like faded stripes; the fur and pelt gets darker the closer to her back it gets. There are interesting intricate white lace designs around her eyes, around her muzzle, and down her paws. Her eyes are a deep brown with the brightest spark of life, large and wide.
» Detailed:
"Young". An old friend had once described Harrierbeat as 'young'. Certainly, in size, she is actually rather tall; the fae standing straight at almost ten inches high, and head-to-tail twenty-nine inches. Her body is lithe, but strong, muscles powerful to climb trees, jump from branches, run in the sand, and even swim in the ocean. She didn't gain a large body base like her mother, and instead has a lithe form like Tigerroars; she'd look more fit if her fur weren't so fluffy - if her long tail weren't as thick and didn't flicker around her whole body like a large palm tree leaf.
Needless to say her long and tall form certainly doesn't look young, but rather it must have been something else. Her body adorns many scars beneath her pelt, but most aren't even noticeable. The dark red-brown fur instead protects others from viewing the marred sights, deeper tabby markings distracting the eyes from seeking deeper into her pelt with their intricate designs. Even if one were to try and dig deeper, even by accident during a grooming session, it's hard to get past the thick fur. While Harrierbeat does respect herself, she doesn't seem to exclude time from a busy scheduled to go out of her way to actually groom her pelt more than maybe twice a week - and that is mostly done to hush upset denmates. Even worse, it's hard to tell her exact pelt color; and no one is sure if that's because it's cleanliness varies, or if it's the lighting. The thick fur can be described like a sunset; from the brightest red hues with maroon tabby tints, or a deep messy brown like her fathers with dark mud stripes.
One thing interesting about this she-cat is that her claws are not unsheathed until final seconds before making a blow. She uses her tactical mind to determine how much force is needed, and if scratching up an opponent will be necessary. While her paws aren't large like a toms, long legs help her deliver the force needed to defend and protect.
The youngest part of Harrier's body adorns her face. While the whole head itself has been left unmarred thus far, the she-cats eyes are bright like a kits, yet are a window to a very wise and old soul. Large, wide optics like hers are very hard to describe; a base color of amber and honey, but with a mix of dark chocolate and hazel to give the whole pool of color a beautiful blend. They almost seem to change color, depending on her mood and the lighting. The most fascinating thing is that she always seems fascinated. No matter her anger, her fear, her sadness, or even her love with another near her, her eyes light up like she's watching one's soul unfold, analyzing everything.
Even though both eyes always seem bright and knowing, Harrierbeat does have a weakness that is well hidden; her left eye is damaged, and hardly sees anything at all.
»Notable Features
Harrier is a beautiful ruddy brown ticked tabby with soft fur and wave-like faded stripes; the fur and pelt gets darker the closer to her back it gets. There are interesting intricate white lace designs around her eyes, around her muzzle, and down her paws. Her eyes are a deep brown with the brightest spark of life, large and wide.
Since being led astray, Harrier gained many new scars, patchy areas and burns....
Personality:
» Short:
A very passionate she-cat, driven to learn and teach. She's seen as hyperactive with a short attention span, though that's far from the truth. She easily learns things quickly, and picks up on a far faster process. She also doesn't like to be bored, so she preoccupies herself with observing and learning others around her, and quickly thinking of a way to make it teachable. This misleads others to think her eccentric, and maybe even a bit crazy.
» Detailed:
"Young body, old soul", those are the words that Harrierbeat had used to describe herself.
Harrierbeat is an extremist in every sense of the word. Even at a young age she has a strong sense of wonder, curiosity, thirst for knowledge, and kinship. She likes to tease playfully, and never really means much harm. She has a misunderstood sense of adventure; sometimes breaking rules to go out in search of something new and interesting to learn about. She's been caught watching her prey without bothering to really hunt it, and keeping a dangerously close eye to spy on the more predator like animals. Her hyperactive streak with no personal worries of getting injured led most to believe that her meddling with them is dangerous; that she's just a 'crazy eccentric', when really she's just easily excited and a bit emotional.
Harrier isn't the neatest cat; she actually tends to leave a bit of a mess. She moves around in her sleep, and tends to slack off in cleaning it until it's time to go to sleep again. She also has a messy habit of waiting nearly half the week to bother cleaning her pelt - though there have been times she's so busy that it's put off another day or two.
Even with the lack of her own personal safety, she often takes on an almost motherly role when it comes to the care of her friends and clanmates. She wants to ensure their safety and would easily put herself in danger so long as she could get them out of the line of fire. She takes threats to the heart; and follows through with her own. If you try and intimidate her or someone she cares about, she'll deal with you herself and make sure it doesn't happen again; Hell hath no fury like a she-cat's anger. The Knight is very agile and skilled in her training of fighting and defense; she really isn't a force to reckon with, but she starts to get a bit doubtful of herself from time to time due to the fact she feels rather bad about hurting others who really are just doing the same as her: following orders. She knows that not every cat wants to go to war after all. Then there are times she can pick out the eager-killers, and she becomes afraid of herself at times when she spots them; Harrierbeat becomes a machine of defense, and has taken a few lives trying to rid the world of the cold blooded murderers.
She has an amazing eye for detail; her observations are rather accurate and amazing, and she's quick with tactic skills and deduction. She's just rather hard to take seriously due to the amount of excitement that turns up when she starts talking about what she's learned. That doesn't mean she can't be serious when trying to make her point clear.
Due to the fact she often has broken a rule here or there, or gone against orders, it's assumed that she doesn't respect authority figures often and undermines them. However, she actually cares very much about what someone above her has to say; and while she seeks the approval of being a good warrior she also believes that sometimes a good warrior must take actions into their own hands. It may lead to some hesitation on the battlefield, but she has always been stubborn and rash - a trait she has gotten from her mother - so she puts up a good fight.
This doesn't mean she is cold, this doesn't mean she doesn't love and doesn't trust. She becomes what she must be to protect those she loves, and she fights for those she trusts. That's what it all means to her. What she finds amazing about herself is that she doesn't hate anything but the conniving murderer. When faced with one who is selfish, closed-minded, if they lie to her, betray her, she will still dislike them - question them even to try and understand why, but she finds she does not hate them.
Another thing she has in common with her mother, is that Harrierbeat has found she wouldn't mind being alone. She has always found a thread to cling on to - Thurio, Bistre, Givingtree, or her mother. However, once Northskies was done being 'welcomed', she became another member of the clan; while Harrierbeat knows shes her mother she is also just another clan member. Once she is left alone to think, she finds life and thoughts on it the most reasonable. Though, in this state she is seen as rather short-tempered, not like being shaken from her thoughts. She claims that vengeance and violence is in her blood, ever since the birth of Whitestar and her cruelty.
When she went to spy on The Civil, she accepted her responsibility and took the name 'Hawkseer' to blend in with them.
After being dropped from her position of Strategist, losing Noirscape as her brother and leader, and being embarrassed in front of the entire clan once more by Tumultstar/Castor, she had grown to be very subtle, with minimal emotions showing. She'd gotten closer to Oldglory, searching for real companionship. However, after being tossed away and mistreated by Oldglory, she gave him up as an option completely, turning to the loving hearts of Patchheart and her secret lover Bistre. Even when she turned to catnip, clung to the thread of Louvre, and went through so much, she has found that while she may hold distrust in her heart for those who had betrayed her, she will always do what she can to mend a broken thread.
Much as she teaches to new mothers going through so much, she believes in the lives of innocence. Kits shouldn't be blamed on the wrong-doing of a parent, and thus she judges them solely on who they are; in this way she is a very open mother-figure, and has kept her heart open to anyone in need of her.
»Disorders
After being led away from the stars, Harrierbeat has grown quiet and lost in her own type of depression. She clings to Bistre, the knowledge of her kits and family. She seems to be a bit shaky when she's on her own, so when she and Bistre travel alone for awhile for hunting or visiting reasons, Bean is always with Harrierbeat.
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