Misui

She has always been tiny. Barely fitting three inches above a foot, the girl may appear rather fragile. With thick fur she is very much made for things like swimming and hunting. A lean body type yet with little strength unlike that of a warrior.

Past her size she is a beauty to behold. Almost the color of a sky, her blue pelt stands out like a storm. Light white marks streak underneath like clouds or mist. The top of her nape is covered in white. A swirling darker blue sits on her shoulders and back. Spots poling through in the storm like the rest of her. Her underbelly also a deeper blue. Misuis eyes are glacier colored, often hiding her emotions behind a bored expression. Her body is scarred from childhood. Her shoulder torn, ankle bitten into. Its not hard to see shed been in some sort of trouble for a part of her life. appearance

Self Motivated, Pragmatic, Blunt, Distrustful, indecisive….

She tries to mean well. Misui puts on a kind air when around others, whether it’s out habit or otherwise she’s not sure. Her heart bears traumatic scars she can’t comprehend to deal with. Motivation doesn’t come easy to her. Trying to find the logic in her stepping forward in her life. To others she might appear clear headed. If not for some of the bluntly violent things she says and thinks of. Misui doesn’t see herself as cruel but her lack of actual want interferes with her ability to develop lasting friendships. Survival drives many of her needs, if another benefits she sees a good chance for exchange. Although ignorant she is quiet resourceful and her hunting seems to be a passion she suppressed for years. Her need to be motherly or maybe the desire to actually care makes her inherited trying to prove herself to others. The world around her is an anxious storm. Not knowing how little or how much of herself to give. Misui still hopes though that there is a future for her.