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[size=12][font=fantasy][color=black]name|cinder
gender|female
sexual orientation|straight
appearance|bad luck.
Cinder is small, wiry and a little scrawny; her build is that of a classic loner kit, or one who has been starved and then dragged through a bush. Her pelt is black, but it has hints of gray and brown and it doesn't shine in radiance. She has large ears, almost like those of a fennec fox, and long, black, arched whiskers. Thankfully for her, her bone structure is feminine and pretty, which is probably one of her only aspects of beauty. Her nose is black, and small, her mouth somewhat smirky and delicate. Long and sharp, her claws and fangs are fully capable and slightly intimidating, despite the fact she's a kit. Her tail isn't the prettiest of all things; flicking around in excitement, it looks somewhat like a feather-duster on spring cleaning day. Beyond all this, however, are her eyes. Her eyes are her key feature; emerald green, large, and beautiful - they look a lot like her mother's.
persona|knife tongue.
Cinder isn't a classic kit, but she'll make a pretty good bandit. She's a good fighter - quick, nimble, and reflexes like a viper. Her reactions aren't the only things that are quick though; she has a mind like a serial killer mastermind, she's somewhat cruel, and evil, but God, she's smart. Perfectly oiled clockwork; her brain is book and street smart, but she doesn't always think things through, and can sometimes offend without meaning to.
roleplay sample|perfect
Cinder padded through the forest; lost. Blowing hard, the wind whipped round her face and dried her eyes, sweat sticking to her pelt. She wished she could find her way back home; her limbs ached, her head pounded. Her paws found the strength to make their way along the dry forest ground, but she didn't think she could keep it up much longer. As she neared the forest edge, she was still utterly disorientated, her world spun, her mind ached, blood pumped at a painful rate, the ground swirled towards her. She was out cold, unconcious.
other|just remember, hope rises from even the darkest places.