Byakko's Inari Shrine

"Amari Olev" reboot #4 - OG alignment: Chaotic neutral (feral, uneducated cub who could care less 'bout "philosophical" concepts such as "good' and "evil")

Previous attempted reboot: Kaavya. Failed partly due to a random event/poor dice roll killing her in her second thread...and a lack of royal siblings (giving creed to her prejudiced wallflower sneer), an adoptive mother/father figure (to mold and shape her varied macabre interests into something more productive), and trauma (to bring out her incredibly strong sense of misguided justice).

With positive influence (and guidance): Chaotic good
With negative influence (and a recurring trigger): Lawful evil (betrayal is the worst sin)

Small, dark, and unassuming...cute black, white, gray and pink pelt pattern.

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Retired Personality/Appearnaece/inf0
Midnight orbs peer from a slender skull donned in a mask of moonless hues. Piercing eyes of sharp clarity wrapped in violent purple while dunked, dipped, and soaked in navy shades without relent. Gaze forever narrow, thin, daring, harsher then bitter winter winds. Perfectly syncronized with sibling twin of dual-toned hues, bone dusted pelt wielding genes of a dead father within slender, lean, and unbreakable femme bodice. Contrasting deeply with stripes of obsidian that harshly embrace limb, spine, and tail in an exact replication of sister's own pattern. Though both lack straw born hides of saffron savannah fields, instead bearing bleached tan and khaki within their very skin. Slightest breathe of albinism daunted by charcoal dipped paws, frightened by soot lined sockets. Threads of whisker attached with dots of glue, single feline component added on as a last thought to a species neither canine or feline. Hunched back allowing for silver fangs to reign superior, longer forelimbs hitched higher atop broad shoulders topping off at a looming horror of forty inches. Coiled mass distributed evenly so that flawless form ripples with the taste of an ocean in its bounds, one hundred and forty pounds of pure, clean, smooth muscle. Pointed muzzle perfectly aligned with segmented column at all times, for nature dictates that a hyena must be created as such. Thus allowing crushing jaws their highest capabilities and functions as weaker rear limbs serve as a counter balance for dense solids surrounding gray tissue. Accesories such as diamond audits and thick manes, even ashen pads mimicked by the only other in existence which Amari shares monozygotic splitting of soul - Amara.

Charcoal feathers birth from coiled throat, resembling a collar of harvested sinew. Perhaps moving to embrace sides of neck, sloped shoulders, and brush against slender chin like the gentle touch of a mother's caring palm. Link. Perhaps accentuating skulls line her barren breast, fallen feathers leading to the creation of a necklace -- bearing shades of dark intentions, and magic lying thick in the treacherous throes of eternal madness. Link. Four inches of poking porcupine quills lining internal contours of her aardwolf mane, coating vulnerable nape beneath literal defenses of painful origins. Link. Ancestral bearings perhaps disappearing for time eternal, losing their sinister grasp after Syuna's honest touch smothers midnight throes beneath albinistic pink.

Sinister wiles strive to not confuse selected prey, but instead seduce them. Unintentional beauty enhanced by sibling of mixed blood, Amari proving to be a soothing counterbalance to the beast she calls a sister. Their bond unbreakable, unshakable, and unyielding to the endless tide of time. Complimenting one's strengths and masking weakness with the benefit of mutual survival.

Calculating, some of the higher mental functions from their father's side were luckily, passed on via genes. Unluckily, almost everything in life, this world, or universe, is viewed in a negative light. Touch is unwelcome, unless by bonded blood or initiated by original vector - Amari. An odd look or harsh reaction to sister dearest will incite biting rage, although controlled. Burning fire resisting the urge to flare into a dancing cacophony of red, orange, and yellow by unstead refraining to a realm of scorching blue. Soundless, odorless, barely movile - there will be no warning before attack. Making one think that they are calm, exsplosive, when in all reality the two are detached, deranged, and unsettingly quiet. What goes on behind those eyes that see all, and ears that hear all?

Like her twin, Amari and Amara tend to become overly attached to decisions they make. No other being in the known world would be able to divert them, besides each other. Eliciting a relaitonship of push and pull that there is no escape from, and no will to leave. Only family will face their tempered wrath and feel the unrestrained care that although dim, is almost like love. No other creatures will experience this strange inter-dimensional mending of spirits. Though only if someone tries will we be able to break some ice from their hearts, and find out if they have souls.

Blood Family
Nomislav Olev x Kiuaji
Wyndham, Lamashtu, Amara