Post by metronome on Aug 16, 2006 18:55:52 GMT -5
Name: Hyoscine
Species: American Lion
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 4’7”
Weight: 172kg
Hyoscine is more streamlined than the average female of her species. Her pelage is the colour of dark honey, with a paler underbelly, ears, toes and tail tuft. Her eyes are a green-gold hue, turning silver-grey in the night when light is reflected off them.
Personality:
Hyoscine was born and remains both a determined dreamer and apt student. Although she’s shed her cub naivety for the mature mind of an adult, she can be unrealistic at times. Like most lionesses, enjoys the company of the pride and is very passionate about hunting. She gets along well with most, except for those who feel threatened by her ambitious nature. Said nature is powered by her envy of Eerie (see history), though on rare occasion another lioness might incite her jealousy.
Hyoscine’s greatest asset is her voice. It can be an information gathering strategy, a saccharine sedative to calm down her prey, a truth serum, or even the commanding voice of a leader. She’s well aware of her abilities, and over the years, has refined them to perfection. She employs it with care, not only to suit herself but her pride. In previous years she’s excerised it as an ambassador for her pride when in foreign territory, as well as lead huntress when at home.
History:
Born in a fairly prosperous pride, her life was that of an average cub’s until the aging king received a challenge from a coalition of fairly anonymous males. The king attempted to gather more information on them, but all he discovered was that the coalition had numbers on their side. Though he was desperate to hold on to his territory, his fear of losing his life won out, so he gathered all his sons and left, promising return once they were strong enough. The lionesses weren’t fooled - they’d been abandoned by the coward until he felt it was safe to return, and they knew it. They desperately hoped the coalition was composed of worthy males that would prevent the later takeover promised by the male who’d left them, but to their disappointment, a group of scrawny adolescents sauntered in shortly after. Their reign was short, but compared to the easy life she’d had prior, Hyoscine hated it. She was almost old enough to mate, and that’s what spurred their interest in her - that, and the fact that none of the older lionesses were particularly impressed with them, easily fending off their attempts. They left at the arrival of the dry season.
Abandoned for a second time, the pride was without king for a grand total of two days until Nightshade, an adult lion that had recently left his small coalition. Because prey was scarce as it was, he focussed on the raising of cubs already born instead of fathering more. This won him the respect of the lionesses of the pride, and much admiration from Hyoscine, who’d yet to see a true male leader. He treated her as a daughter, helping to raise her and the other two remaining cubs. He did have a special place in his heart for her, though, and often mentioned to Hyoscine that she reminded him of his own daughter, Eerie. The fondness with which he remembered her made Hyoscine jealous - jealousy powerful enough to add that last bit of fuel to pin down the prey, to do anything. Therefore, it hurt her when he left them - even though he did ensure that it wasn’t idiots he left them to - to return to searching for her.
Although the new king was fairly kind, his rule was boring - he had few goals for this place, and that reflected on the pride’s life - they survived, but that was about it. She assumed Nightshade would have found Eerie by now, and her envy of the lionesses’ joy drove her out of the pride in search of a lion that ruled with his brain and wanted just a little bit more than a territory and females - maybe one taking his pride in some direction.
Reference:
Notes: Second piece of coloured lineart...used a template because I'm too lazy to draw her right now ;]
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Real Name: Rashkaiye
Other names/nicknames: Sometimes called ‘Rashes’ by her sister, although she didn’t like it.
The name she goes by here: Kainaiwa
Species: Timber-Dire hybrid
Gender: Female
Age: Five years
Height: 3.1 feet
Weight: 130 lbs.
Appearance:
Rashkaiye’s svelte form is partially obscured by her somewhat dense, jet-black fur. Dark grey markings sprawl up her forelegs, almost to her shoulders, while the same grey only makes it halfway up to her knees on her back legs. Lighter, iron-grey fur makes her mane, never quite shrouding her brown eyes. White fur outlines the nondescript brown of her gaze. On either flank is a sinuous symbol that once marked her gladiator and slave is crossed by three white (equally symbolic) marks, the former a permanent (albeit crude and prehistoric form of) freeze brand. The latter is a durable but temporary paint marking, and needs reapplication every year for it to remain visible.
Other notables:-On both hind legs she sports a bone accessory. There is only one ‘anklet’ on each hind leg, although they look as if there are two.
Persona:
Dour and laconic, Rashkaiye’s rarely seen without a scowl, or on the better days, a wary frown. It’s not impossible to hold a conversation with the militant female, but the truth is, very little other than business catches her interest. She’s irritable, but she’s also in a hurry to get her current mission over with and as such won’t bother expressing her anger (too extensively) unless somebody or something really riles her. Her silence doesn’t relay the impressive intelligence that comes with having been a subversive, instead translating as ‘cautious’ to the onlooker. ‘Cautious’ isn’t necessarily a lie, but she’s far from hesitant when it comes to doing what needs to be done.
Business is important to Rashkaiye. She strives to finish her tasks to perfection, and is picky about the jobs she takes. Her personality is sometimes outwardly altered to fit her mission, though she generally doesn’t like the jobs that require this. Her sister believed Rashkaiye’s price for her services was her attempt for others to see value in her life as well as Rashkaiye’s attempt to convince herself of her value, although she never told Rashkaiye this, and the truth remains to be seen.
Other notables:-Overall, to the observer, her personality translates as darkly selfish.
-Currently, she’s on the lookout for somebody named Lore, who is supposedly attracted to chaos. She doesn’t really like her mission, and as previously stated, is in a hurry to get it done.
Past:
Rashkaiye was stolen from her pack during a raid, shortly after her birth. Because the usefulness of a pup is limited, and the fact that she was taken only to ensure the raiders’ easy passage back to their home, she was made the pack’s omega. Though at first her roguish persona was inconvenient, a few measured beatings got her in line. For their entertainment, she was often made to fight with large rats, weasels, etc. These battles wore her down physically and mentally, and clouded her memory of her short past. The ‘sport’ of entertainment fighting eventually became more professionalized, and when she was old enough to handle it, she was made to fight other wolves. She became much better with practice, and soon discovered it was more effective when one knew what would please each specific audience - this was, after all, more <i>entertainment</i> than battle.
In an attempt to beat her back down to beginner ranks, a group of competitors spread the (albeit exaggerated) truth of her parentage and past. Though she suspected it was no more than rumour, it bothered her enough to affect her fights. When she investigated and eventually did learn the truth, she experienced a large mix of emotions. There was quiet relief coupled with a new sense of freedom, but she’d also never felt quite so purposeless. Although she could probably have bought her official freedom with a few more battles, she felt no need to go the long way - she did have a reputation in the arena, but that didn’t mean she’d be missed (at least, not for long) - and left the pack to become a mercenary. She came upon the pack she was stolen from by accident, and was recognized by her sister, now the alpha female. It bothered Rashkaiye that she couldn’t remember her or her childhood friends, and made her irritable, especially since they were so kind. The closest to this treatment she’d received since being kidnapped was the grudging space she’d received since earning her name in the arena. As such, she spent the majority of her time working, trying to get used to her new home.
It didn’t work.
When her sister died later that year, she left. She continued at her mercenary work, her friends later found out, through little snippets of information from here and there. Most of them discovered it after her famed subversive campaign, after which she became infamous in the region. Rumours about her spread like wildfire - everything from the accusation of witchery to ‘eyewitness accounts’ of her cannibalistic rituals to her ‘ultimate goal’ of creating a band of renegades.
Oddly enough, all the interest in ‘The Subversivus’, as they named her, enabled her quiet escape. In the chaos, very few true stories on her made it through, and finding her was increasingly difficult. She continued to serve some regular clients from the shadows from time to time, and it is assumed this is one of those missions.
Picture:
Notes: First piece of coloured lineart, ever.
; it took longer than it should have, and the shading's weird. That's why I bothered with a background - so I could distract everyone from the evil shading. But the markings came out right ^_^
Species: American Lion
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 4’7”
Weight: 172kg
Hyoscine is more streamlined than the average female of her species. Her pelage is the colour of dark honey, with a paler underbelly, ears, toes and tail tuft. Her eyes are a green-gold hue, turning silver-grey in the night when light is reflected off them.
Personality:
Hyoscine was born and remains both a determined dreamer and apt student. Although she’s shed her cub naivety for the mature mind of an adult, she can be unrealistic at times. Like most lionesses, enjoys the company of the pride and is very passionate about hunting. She gets along well with most, except for those who feel threatened by her ambitious nature. Said nature is powered by her envy of Eerie (see history), though on rare occasion another lioness might incite her jealousy.
Hyoscine’s greatest asset is her voice. It can be an information gathering strategy, a saccharine sedative to calm down her prey, a truth serum, or even the commanding voice of a leader. She’s well aware of her abilities, and over the years, has refined them to perfection. She employs it with care, not only to suit herself but her pride. In previous years she’s excerised it as an ambassador for her pride when in foreign territory, as well as lead huntress when at home.
History:
Born in a fairly prosperous pride, her life was that of an average cub’s until the aging king received a challenge from a coalition of fairly anonymous males. The king attempted to gather more information on them, but all he discovered was that the coalition had numbers on their side. Though he was desperate to hold on to his territory, his fear of losing his life won out, so he gathered all his sons and left, promising return once they were strong enough. The lionesses weren’t fooled - they’d been abandoned by the coward until he felt it was safe to return, and they knew it. They desperately hoped the coalition was composed of worthy males that would prevent the later takeover promised by the male who’d left them, but to their disappointment, a group of scrawny adolescents sauntered in shortly after. Their reign was short, but compared to the easy life she’d had prior, Hyoscine hated it. She was almost old enough to mate, and that’s what spurred their interest in her - that, and the fact that none of the older lionesses were particularly impressed with them, easily fending off their attempts. They left at the arrival of the dry season.
Abandoned for a second time, the pride was without king for a grand total of two days until Nightshade, an adult lion that had recently left his small coalition. Because prey was scarce as it was, he focussed on the raising of cubs already born instead of fathering more. This won him the respect of the lionesses of the pride, and much admiration from Hyoscine, who’d yet to see a true male leader. He treated her as a daughter, helping to raise her and the other two remaining cubs. He did have a special place in his heart for her, though, and often mentioned to Hyoscine that she reminded him of his own daughter, Eerie. The fondness with which he remembered her made Hyoscine jealous - jealousy powerful enough to add that last bit of fuel to pin down the prey, to do anything. Therefore, it hurt her when he left them - even though he did ensure that it wasn’t idiots he left them to - to return to searching for her.
Although the new king was fairly kind, his rule was boring - he had few goals for this place, and that reflected on the pride’s life - they survived, but that was about it. She assumed Nightshade would have found Eerie by now, and her envy of the lionesses’ joy drove her out of the pride in search of a lion that ruled with his brain and wanted just a little bit more than a territory and females - maybe one taking his pride in some direction.
Reference:
Notes: Second piece of coloured lineart...used a template because I'm too lazy to draw her right now ;]
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Real Name: Rashkaiye
Other names/nicknames: Sometimes called ‘Rashes’ by her sister, although she didn’t like it.
The name she goes by here: Kainaiwa
Species: Timber-Dire hybrid
Gender: Female
Age: Five years
Height: 3.1 feet
Weight: 130 lbs.
Appearance:
Rashkaiye’s svelte form is partially obscured by her somewhat dense, jet-black fur. Dark grey markings sprawl up her forelegs, almost to her shoulders, while the same grey only makes it halfway up to her knees on her back legs. Lighter, iron-grey fur makes her mane, never quite shrouding her brown eyes. White fur outlines the nondescript brown of her gaze. On either flank is a sinuous symbol that once marked her gladiator and slave is crossed by three white (equally symbolic) marks, the former a permanent (albeit crude and prehistoric form of) freeze brand. The latter is a durable but temporary paint marking, and needs reapplication every year for it to remain visible.
Other notables:-On both hind legs she sports a bone accessory. There is only one ‘anklet’ on each hind leg, although they look as if there are two.
Persona:
Dour and laconic, Rashkaiye’s rarely seen without a scowl, or on the better days, a wary frown. It’s not impossible to hold a conversation with the militant female, but the truth is, very little other than business catches her interest. She’s irritable, but she’s also in a hurry to get her current mission over with and as such won’t bother expressing her anger (too extensively) unless somebody or something really riles her. Her silence doesn’t relay the impressive intelligence that comes with having been a subversive, instead translating as ‘cautious’ to the onlooker. ‘Cautious’ isn’t necessarily a lie, but she’s far from hesitant when it comes to doing what needs to be done.
Business is important to Rashkaiye. She strives to finish her tasks to perfection, and is picky about the jobs she takes. Her personality is sometimes outwardly altered to fit her mission, though she generally doesn’t like the jobs that require this. Her sister believed Rashkaiye’s price for her services was her attempt for others to see value in her life as well as Rashkaiye’s attempt to convince herself of her value, although she never told Rashkaiye this, and the truth remains to be seen.
Other notables:-Overall, to the observer, her personality translates as darkly selfish.
-Currently, she’s on the lookout for somebody named Lore, who is supposedly attracted to chaos. She doesn’t really like her mission, and as previously stated, is in a hurry to get it done.
Past:
Rashkaiye was stolen from her pack during a raid, shortly after her birth. Because the usefulness of a pup is limited, and the fact that she was taken only to ensure the raiders’ easy passage back to their home, she was made the pack’s omega. Though at first her roguish persona was inconvenient, a few measured beatings got her in line. For their entertainment, she was often made to fight with large rats, weasels, etc. These battles wore her down physically and mentally, and clouded her memory of her short past. The ‘sport’ of entertainment fighting eventually became more professionalized, and when she was old enough to handle it, she was made to fight other wolves. She became much better with practice, and soon discovered it was more effective when one knew what would please each specific audience - this was, after all, more <i>entertainment</i> than battle.
In an attempt to beat her back down to beginner ranks, a group of competitors spread the (albeit exaggerated) truth of her parentage and past. Though she suspected it was no more than rumour, it bothered her enough to affect her fights. When she investigated and eventually did learn the truth, she experienced a large mix of emotions. There was quiet relief coupled with a new sense of freedom, but she’d also never felt quite so purposeless. Although she could probably have bought her official freedom with a few more battles, she felt no need to go the long way - she did have a reputation in the arena, but that didn’t mean she’d be missed (at least, not for long) - and left the pack to become a mercenary. She came upon the pack she was stolen from by accident, and was recognized by her sister, now the alpha female. It bothered Rashkaiye that she couldn’t remember her or her childhood friends, and made her irritable, especially since they were so kind. The closest to this treatment she’d received since being kidnapped was the grudging space she’d received since earning her name in the arena. As such, she spent the majority of her time working, trying to get used to her new home.
It didn’t work.
When her sister died later that year, she left. She continued at her mercenary work, her friends later found out, through little snippets of information from here and there. Most of them discovered it after her famed subversive campaign, after which she became infamous in the region. Rumours about her spread like wildfire - everything from the accusation of witchery to ‘eyewitness accounts’ of her cannibalistic rituals to her ‘ultimate goal’ of creating a band of renegades.
Oddly enough, all the interest in ‘The Subversivus’, as they named her, enabled her quiet escape. In the chaos, very few true stories on her made it through, and finding her was increasingly difficult. She continued to serve some regular clients from the shadows from time to time, and it is assumed this is one of those missions.
Picture:
Notes: First piece of coloured lineart, ever.
; it took longer than it should have, and the shading's weird. That's why I bothered with a background - so I could distract everyone from the evil shading. But the markings came out right ^_^