Post by Arista~LongStream on Mar 9, 2010 14:49:33 GMT -7
Name:: Arista
Gender:: Female
Age:: 17(Human Years)
Species:: Otter
Appearance:: Arista's body is one thing that most otter maidens lacked; femininity. She was the most petite creature one could ever hope to see in all their seasons. Standing just off of 4'11", Arista's petiteness goes farther, even her four paws are small and delicate, perfect for an artist. Her fur is a tawny tan-like color, just shy of a sandy hue. Her eyes truly draw you in, with their icy appearance, but the sweet warmth behind them is nothing like anybeast has ever seen. Golden hair frames those blue eyes, and it run down in a wavy-straight way, pinned up with a beautifully crafted gemstone rose. She wears a simple wrap skirt and a pure white tunic over her hourglass figure.
Personality:: Sweet as honey. Tough as nails. Independent and strong willed as the mountains. However, being an artist, she is sensitive, not only with herself, but to others feelings as well. She's proned to bouts of tears, because of pained past and its abuse form attackers. She's held in much anger and pain for years. Though she harbors no grudges, the pain reminds her of how untrustworthy some creatures tend to be. Still, Arista remains very trusting and naive in some subjects, and cannot stay angry at any beast, no matter how awful they may be. However, she is cunning and smart, knowing how to sweet talk or outsmart the dumbest weasel and the stupidest rat...
History:: Arista's life has been sad. Her parents died in a flame set to their home by pirates when she was just a pup, barely having popped her paws open. She was partially raised by her mole-nursemaid Urula. When the old mole passed away when Arista was 7, she began to wander on her own. Oh, Arista's been chased, captured and nearly sold into slavery more times than she can count on all four tiny paws. She began to paint and draw almost straightaway, and now carries a waterproof satchel with her. She does not know any sort of companionship, or even an inkling of who she truly is. To get by, she's been reading cards and painting portraits. She was captured once and forced to turn an ugly, fat water rat chief into a handsome youth. The task was not done. and she used her brains to get herself out.
Roleplay Example:: The soft paw pads of her footpaws touched the dewy earth. Arista sighed gently, shoulder her satchel with hope in her ice blue eyes. The sun greeted the open smile on her face. Her journey had been long and hard. Several seasons of hardship and pain...and loneliness. The great sandstone building towaered high above her, and she thumped her rudder against the ground, sending dewdrops raining over the ground.
"Redwall Abbey..." she sighed, breathing in the air of peace and happiness. Perhaps a loner could learn to be more than a hollow husk of falsehood...she kept repeating this for several of those many seasons. Arista clutched her stomach, as if trying to keep her dark, hollow heart and its wants inside her. She wouldn't let the hollowness swallow her up completely...
Code Words:: Strawberry Cordial
Other:: Arista is prone to bouts of sorrowful tears in the middle of laughter.
* She's also known for losing her mind and becoming overly sensitive at a pin drop. She can be criticized harshly and sob.
* Arista is too independent to be told what to do, if she does ever find a mate, he'll have to be a bit passive...
Gender:: Female
Age:: 17(Human Years)
Species:: Otter
Appearance:: Arista's body is one thing that most otter maidens lacked; femininity. She was the most petite creature one could ever hope to see in all their seasons. Standing just off of 4'11", Arista's petiteness goes farther, even her four paws are small and delicate, perfect for an artist. Her fur is a tawny tan-like color, just shy of a sandy hue. Her eyes truly draw you in, with their icy appearance, but the sweet warmth behind them is nothing like anybeast has ever seen. Golden hair frames those blue eyes, and it run down in a wavy-straight way, pinned up with a beautifully crafted gemstone rose. She wears a simple wrap skirt and a pure white tunic over her hourglass figure.
Personality:: Sweet as honey. Tough as nails. Independent and strong willed as the mountains. However, being an artist, she is sensitive, not only with herself, but to others feelings as well. She's proned to bouts of tears, because of pained past and its abuse form attackers. She's held in much anger and pain for years. Though she harbors no grudges, the pain reminds her of how untrustworthy some creatures tend to be. Still, Arista remains very trusting and naive in some subjects, and cannot stay angry at any beast, no matter how awful they may be. However, she is cunning and smart, knowing how to sweet talk or outsmart the dumbest weasel and the stupidest rat...
History:: Arista's life has been sad. Her parents died in a flame set to their home by pirates when she was just a pup, barely having popped her paws open. She was partially raised by her mole-nursemaid Urula. When the old mole passed away when Arista was 7, she began to wander on her own. Oh, Arista's been chased, captured and nearly sold into slavery more times than she can count on all four tiny paws. She began to paint and draw almost straightaway, and now carries a waterproof satchel with her. She does not know any sort of companionship, or even an inkling of who she truly is. To get by, she's been reading cards and painting portraits. She was captured once and forced to turn an ugly, fat water rat chief into a handsome youth. The task was not done. and she used her brains to get herself out.
Roleplay Example:: The soft paw pads of her footpaws touched the dewy earth. Arista sighed gently, shoulder her satchel with hope in her ice blue eyes. The sun greeted the open smile on her face. Her journey had been long and hard. Several seasons of hardship and pain...and loneliness. The great sandstone building towaered high above her, and she thumped her rudder against the ground, sending dewdrops raining over the ground.
"Redwall Abbey..." she sighed, breathing in the air of peace and happiness. Perhaps a loner could learn to be more than a hollow husk of falsehood...she kept repeating this for several of those many seasons. Arista clutched her stomach, as if trying to keep her dark, hollow heart and its wants inside her. She wouldn't let the hollowness swallow her up completely...
Code Words:: Strawberry Cordial
Other:: Arista is prone to bouts of sorrowful tears in the middle of laughter.
* She's also known for losing her mind and becoming overly sensitive at a pin drop. She can be criticized harshly and sob.
* Arista is too independent to be told what to do, if she does ever find a mate, he'll have to be a bit passive...
