behind the face of the warrior
[size=1]NAME | asura
AGE | seventeen moons
CLAN | loner
POSITION | no position
GENDER | she-cat
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we all wear masks, i can see you have one as well
[size=1]APPEARANCE | Asura is not too shabby-looking. Her base coat is a pale gray, almost white. Gentle gray stripes run across her sides, striping through her white chest but avoiding her back right paw. Much darker gray stripes cut across her flank, dappled in some places, sometimes even unevenly spotted. Seafoam-blue eyes glow from a black-marked face, and a tear in her left ear shows just how hard life can be for this loner. Her form is slim, but lithe. One can tell she moves swiftly through the woods, through any terrain. Her legs are longer than most other cats, and are strong enough to propel her at an exceptionally fast rate across open moors.
PERSONALITY | Asura is not a nice cat. She's not a horrible one, either. After the death of her brother, 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 can be intimidating and threatening. She wishes to not make friends, because a bond of friendship would require mutual trust, of which Asura has no intention of giving. She is 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.
LIKES |
- hunting - it calms her, and gives her mind something other to do than think about the past
- being alone - being around others makes her nervous and uncomfortable, since she's constantly paranoid they're all going to attack her
- running - if there's anything that can wake up Asura in the morning, it's running. Just pelting flat-out through the forest or across the moor refreshes her mind.
DISLIKES |
- clans - again, she hates being surrounded by other cats. She'd never be able to trust any of them, let alone all of them.
- flirtatious cats - they annoy her. She thinks there's nothing more despicable than cats who would willingly flirt with another to get their attention. She wants to be herself if she ever thinks about pursuing a romantic partner.
- those holding leadership positions - she despises leaders. Anyone who thinks they have the authority to command her is in for a rude awakening.
STRENGTHS |
- fighting - Asura is a good fighter. She isn't the strongest of cats, but she knows how to use her other attributes to win the battle. She's usually smaller than most cats, so she'll slide under them, jump over them; she also has longer, more powerful legs, so she uses those to kick away her opponent to give her time to slash her claws across an exposed spot.
- escaping - Asura isn't one to run away from a battle, but sometimes she knows when she's going to be killed. She has a special knack for escaping from any and all situations, whether it be a battle, caught by a patrol, and so on.
- tracking - when Asura is bored, she may decide to track an animal or prey just for fun. It's up to her whether she wants to kill it or not, but the thrill of the hunt always entertains her. She's often bored, since she's a loner, so tracking is something that fills her time effectively.
WEAKNESSES |
- unable to understand love - unfortunately, Asura simply can't understand love. She is utterly oblivious to the affections of the opposite sex, and even more clueless about the definition of love. She can't trust cats, so how can she understand love, since it's based on loving trust, compassion, and generosity? So until a special someone comes along to teach her the definition of love, she'll be in the dark on this one.
- distrustful - not being able to trust others has more disadvantages than advantages. In fact, in Asura's case, it consists solely of disadvantages. She can't have friends because she can't trust anyone enough to be alone with them. She can't have a mate since she can't even be touched without the other's fur being clawed off. She is utterly paranoid because of a betrayal she suffered moons ago.
- easily-provoked - as a result of her unwillingness to trust others (there are endless negative points, as you can very well see), Asura is easily provoked into fights. If anyone so much as nudges her or implies something that bothers her, she launches into an argument or even a fight. She is irritable in that way. If anyone wants a fight, they can go straight to this loner.
HISTORY | Asura was twelve moons old when she killed her brother. Her history before that doesn't matter; it's all a blur to her, anyway. A haze of happiness, peacefulness of which nothing was worrisome. Her only brother, her dearest brother died in front of her. She considers herself the murderer, since she let him die. She was a good fighter, but she'd been frozen with fear. At fourteen moons old, she met a fellow loner. He comforted her and told her her brother's death was not her fault, and she should stop blaming herself. Less than a moon later, they were trapped in a den together with a fox trying to get at them. The end result was very swift and simple - he left, abandoning her to her death. She never saw him again, and the betrayal pained her almost more than her brother's death had. She'll never forget his death, and it'll forever haunt her and drag her down until someone can be her ray of light in her dark, dark world.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE |
Rustling in the woods. Asura's ears swiveled around, straining to hear and to know the source of the sound. She hadn't realized her muscles were so tense until the rabbit scurried out of the bushes and she automatically relaxed in relief. She had to stop this. Getting so nervous when she heard unusual sounds. Maybe it would be better to stop living in the forest? Better to live out in the moor, where the only sound was the white noise of the wind whistling through the long grass.
But she sighed. She felt protected under the sheltering branches of the trees that towered above her. She couldn't leave this place. She'd been born here, and had lived her with her brother...and Kaze... She shook her head, ridding herself of the painful memories. She had to be strong. She couldn't be weak anymore. Emotions were weaknesses.
Slowly, Asura rose to her paws and made her way quickly and silently through the woods, soon only a shadow that left the leaves trembling in her wake.
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