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Number: 9

Name: Inneia

Age: 2 years old

Voice: Lana Del Rey

Scent:Roses, Delilah?s and other fragrant flowers mixed with the smell of fresh morning dew

Appearance: Inneia is a mostly black female with amber eyes. She has a tan colored stomach that extends up her sides. She stands a proud 30 inches tall with the nomad's mark of a half trained nomad on her fur from the point of a deer antler. Her soft yet vibrant voice can echo out when she wants to, but the held back girl is more of a speak when needed fae. Some voice examples are Lana Del Rey, Lady Antebellum or Adele. She carries a scent that smells like roses, Delilah?s and other fragrant flowers mixed with the smell of fresh morning dew. Her legs are rather slim, but hold some muscle to them from her daily workout of simply walking around and doing what needs to be done.

Personality: Inneia tends to fit more into the neutral good alignment, she does what she feels is right when she feels it is the correct time to do it. She would work with loyalty, but not feel beholden by them or their 'majesty'. She is fairly easy going and peaceful. On the rare occasion that she gets mad, as it happens to every wolf, she is peculiar. She finds that she has the choice of what to do, she reacts how she sees best, which rarely leads to violence. She likes to think that she is a good healer, however she has had little opportunity to prove it, making her feel frustrated or flustered. She always tries to keep a smile on her face since one smile can hide a million tears. She believes that there must be some regulation in combination with freedoms if the best is to be brought to the world--the most beneficial conditions for living things in general and intelligent creatures in particular.

Roleplay Sample: Inneia was gaping at what she saw as beautiful. A pond was completely frozen over, the grass sparkling with morning frost. The leaves of the trees appeared to have caught the frost on its venture to the ground. A smile pursed her lips and she knew that she would find no herbs that day. The frost would have killed them unless they had been properly stored. Most would see it as a travesty to lose such things, but she knew they would grow back in time. She found it hard to be mad at something that she saw as so beautiful.

She, regretfully, continued her walk away and back to her ventures. She had stopped to find some herbs that she could take with her, just in case they were needed. But having thought about it, she wouldn?t have been able to carry them around all day either. It was better that the frost had claimed them before she did. They would have gone to waste had she found them first. She continued on with a small bounce in her step. Just another day.