Embers
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Post by Embers on Jul 4, 2012 12:07:41 GMT -5
GENDER, female SPECIES, aboriginal feline
APPEARANCE, She seems glassy and translucent. Her pale coat is particularly reflective in the sunlight, and her clear blue eyes are solid and unclouded. She is silky and straight-furred, with a pelt excessively long at the chest and tail. Her most prominent feature is her huge, wispy ears.
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Post by Embers on Jul 4, 2012 13:41:16 GMT -5
HER NAME IS HESPERA PERSONALITY She was ritualistic by nature, as though it had be willed upon her by the gods. She would spend herself shredding buttercups out of a violet field, or counting the polished, gray stone along the river bank; even numbers are preferable. She liked to think of the world as being definite, everything wholly aware of its purpose. There was something soothing about interpreting a day only at a glance. A cloudless sky meant that the morning was empty. Thus, an empty-morning ritual ensues: a few, meditative hours where one sits beneath the shade of aspen trees to contemplate tomorrows. Likewise, wide-winged birds were symbolic of departure, and the instability of a place; they called for flight, for running away. She loved to run, it gave her the distinct feeling that she was passing through time more quickly than anyone.
Her tone of voice was quiet and dreamy, often distracted by the elaborate construct of her world. Often times she spoke too briefly, and, often still, her prattle was incessant, voice low and measured. There was a hum to her words, something dismissive sounding like the clearing of the throat, or a noncommittal smile.
The idealism of her world is what sustained her, the way she wholeheartedly believed in control. When her ideologies were rivaled, she had quite the temper—the volume in her voice spiked, her head cocked first to the right and then the left. While she frittered her time away questioning, she wanted no one to question back.
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