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OOC Name: hero
Name: Dova
Gender: Female
Pup or cub?: pup
Design: click
Appearance: Feeble ghost, spring water nymph; a pale brown child with eyes like the sky, from a clear day to a starry night. Cataracts in her right eye eliminate her sight, save for shadows and spirits. Softer than pussy willow, more delicate than baby's breath, and as sweet as honey, she is an absolute delight. Seraphic, ethereal, and far too fragile, her place upon this world is dubious, and she appears ready to slip back to the heavens at any moment.

Her thick fur, similar to that of a chinchilla, consists of warm tones, cropped closer along her undersides and face, where the pigment is slightly darker, more de-saturated. The bridge of her nose and the backs of her heels are painted a medium brown, while her ears and eye shadow are adorned with nut brown hues. Over her uneven cream toe socks are dark brown ticks. Small pallid patches can be found elsewhere, such as the little heart shaped blossom upon her breast, her cheeks, and the pips above her eyes. A single black freckle sits high on her left cheekbone. A ridge of rough, upright fur, slightly darker than the rest of her torso, runs along the length of her spine, from the base of her cotton tail, right up to her nape. There, it turns into a small precious faux-hawk.

Personality: A heart that beats steady, a love that's devout; purity and innocence in the form of a child. She gives adoration and admiration, all of herself without want for reciprocation. Amicable and agreeable, she is steadfast in her opinions of others (always good), mildly curious about how the world works, and has a tendency to fall in love several times a day. As any child, she is naturally naive, and inclined to mimic those around her.

A social butterfly, she tries not to spend much time alone, though her choice of company is not always typical. Even at a young age, she is surprisingly respectful of all lifeforms, from bugs, to predators even larger than wolves. Although adventurous, she can be hesitant, careful to avoid obviously extreme or risky activities, yet gravitates towards risky or extreme individuals. At times, it can be difficult to tell whether she's intuitive, or just very lucky. She can always be relied on for a warm smile and kind words.

Plot Ideas: Dova and Sinclair have come to Ardent in a rather unusual manner. Growing up in the same pack, they became fast friends, getting into as much trouble as anyone could expect from two teetering puppies. With a voracious appetite for adventure, they snuck out one day, exploring a nearby cave when suddenly the floor gave way beneath them. Unable to return the way they came, they wandered, hungry and afraid, trekking along miles of tunnel passages. Tragedy nearly struck when they encountered a fox, who thought the whelps would make excellent snacks.

Just in the nick of time, Adonis came on scene, chasing the fox away. He helped the two find their way back out of the caverns, and even tried to help them find their way back home. As the days drew out and became weeks, it became clear that their search was futile, and the tiger took on the role of their guardian.

RP Sample: Dova yawned, lagging well behind her guardian. It was difficult for a young pup to travel so far, but she had nothing to complain about. The sights were endless, and she was able to learn something new every single day. Clumsily veering off to her right, she bumped the meaty part of her shoulder against Sinclair, relieved to feel his solid mass beside her. Turning her head, she presented him with a wide smile, the corners of her mismatched eyes crinkled. Yet to eat breakfast, with her tummy rumbling impatiently, she was feeling rather mischievous. "Race ya to the lake!" She chirped at him, before taking off, her little stump of a tail wiggling excitedly.

Despite being significantly smaller than her companion, she made short work of closing the gap between them and their guardian. The lumbering tiger quickly came into her line of sight, his ivory tipped, rope-like tail just enough of a distraction that she momentarily forgot about the friendly competition she had instigated. The sound of leaves rustling in the wind, or perhaps Sinclair's footsteps, reminded her that she had somewhere to be. With renewed vigor, she scampered past Adonis, promptly disappearing into the field of towering grass and reeds that surrounded the lake.

Gemstones: 230/700 (300 for regular shaped marking, 400 for rogue puppy)