Heirs To Wasted Land

Name:Raisa Nastasia Bane
Gender:Female
Alignment:Chaotic Good

Appearance:Raisa shows much of her fathers side in her appearance, as her white pelt is marred with grey and black. Her body will grow into the pinnacle of elegance, all long limbs and delicate curves. Raisa will have delicate paws, a narrow muzzle, and a slim physique. Her coat, when she is full grown, will be long and luscious, will be mostly white excepting a few defining features. The tips of her ears, after about halfway up, fade to black. A black bib shines on her chest, and fades to grey as it works it's way along her underside. She had four black socks that extend to her elbows, but her hind paws bear white toes. Her tail, much like her ears and limbs, fades from white to black in a gentle gradient. Along her shoulders and hind quarters there is a slight dappling and speckling of grey, as if the fae had been sprinkled with ash. Her eyes are the most starling feature, as one is the bright blue of deep ice, and another is the green of spring growth. Both have gold ringing the pupil.

Personality:Raisa will be reflected by her eyes. She can be as cold as ice, as warm as a spring day, but at the center of it all she had a heart of cold. When first meeting her you can expect the cold shoulder, sarcasm, and a snappish persona. She is not quick to trust, and she does not feel an overabundant need to make friends. If you can, however, worm your way into her heart, expect to be there forever. Raisa is loyal until her dying breath, and extremely protective, especially over her siblings. She can be playful, if no one else is watching. However, beware. If you allude to the fact that she is in fact "nice" or, gods forbid, "girly," she will kindly make it her sole purpose to prove you wrong. Expect fur to fly. Raisa sees herself as very fierce and self-supportive, and it is very important to her self respect that she does not have to depend on another, even her parents.

Accessory:Raisa will have hawk feathers woven into her fur under her right ear, on the side of her blue eye.

RP Sample:Raisa sighed and narrowed her eyes at the clouds. How were her siblings always finding shapes and stories in them? All she could see was white fluff and the occasional patch of grey. It wasn't fair! Why should they be able to make pictures. It probably had something to do with the fact that whenever they dragged her here to the meadow she refused to lay with them. "We're not pups anymore!" she would say to them, or "You're being annoying!" Her pup fur had faded away and her eyes had their own color now, they weren't babies anymore! She was nearly a year old. They should be developing skills, learning how to hunt, how to read the weather! Not... not cloud watching. She growled, swiping at the clouds with her slender legs, wishing she could slaw them like she clawed the tree trunks. It wasn't fair.

Why cant I see them, she wondered, her voice more frustrated than it had been before. She squinted at the puffy white offenders, trying to make anything. What was it the others always saw, fish? Flowers? I see... I see... Raisa snarled in frustration and heaved herself upwards. Whatever, she thought vehemently. The small, pale fae stalked towards the woods, when to her absolute horror, she heard snickering. She felt the blood rush to her paws, and her jaw dropped in sheer, abject fear. She had been spotted. Anger filled all her nooks and crannies, and she pelted off towards the sound. "Laugh at me, will you!" she yowled, and burst into the tree line, hunting her siblings down.