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Number: 5
Name: Amia Cher Of The Nomads
Age: 2 years
Voice: Miriam A Stockley
Scent: gardenia flowers, lavender, and faint pine
Theme Song: Link
Appearance:
Earthen tone of a dull brown covers the majority of the young girl's soft fluffy coat. She is not vibrant in color but her markings might make her stand out. Upon her four limbs are stocking high mottled white, dappling from the joints down to her toes. Face is covers in white, covering her upper lips and chin to the entire face. From there it thins is the same dappling effect as on her legs, covering her ears and back of head. Her eyes are a sharp pale blue, welcoming yet can be very cold and harsh. Between her eyes upon her brows are two vertical lines that are scars. And when able to pasted on from crushed black berries when available or the light brown of sap from trees to make them stand out more. Her body is well muscled under her fluffy soft coat. Limbs are slender, and her height is slightly just under average at about 27inches.
Personality:
Amia is a girl of love. Her whole world revolves around it. She loves to fall in fall, to be in love, to feel loved, and to love back. Romance and wooing is the way to win this girl over. She is na?ve though, letting love blind her from seeing who others really are. All to often has she been crushed down, but her faith in never giving up make her spring back to her paws. Not only does she love to be adored but she will more than willingly return the action. Some say that in a relationship one loves more than the other and she is that one.
One doesn't not have to be in a relationship with her to get her affection. She loves tending to others, caring for them, fussing and fretting. Perhaps it is why she loves her role as a healer. One could easily find her in the healer's den, treating patients with feather light touches. She takes her role seriously and it would kill her to be withheld from doing it.
Anger is not an emotion that is ever shown, if at all, within this kind soul. But god forbid whoever did it might not ever return. Amia hates fighting but knows how and when it is necessary. She wont hesitant to defend if needed. But to anger her to the point of wanting to cause another harm takes a lot. And it wont be because her heart was broken. Only such anger could arise if one harms her friends and family.
Depression is something she battles everyday. Sure she believes that one day she'll find the one, that everyone has some good in them, that everyone is capable to love and be loved. But at times its hard to keep that going. Sometimes it takes so much to believe such a thing when all is against it. When depression strikes you rarely will find her, her way of getting away, to think.
Courage is something Amia lacks in when its something outside her field of training as a healer. Truthfully there are many things she fears and will shy away when encountered. She go silent and just back off. She wishes she had someone to encourage her in times of need but ever since she was a pup she always stood on the outside. She is silent most times, daydreaming or focusing of her skills. She wont talk unless conversation is directed right at her.
Roleplay Sample:
Just another day, another boring day passing by while she did nothing. She hated to just sit around, needed to move, do something! Restlessly she would pace her den till her paws hurt. But she needed something to do, otherwise she would just keep thinking. Her mentor had just passed away and not by any peaceful means either. He had been murdered, throat ripped out. Amia had spent three days crying and screaming till there was nothing felt in her body to even make a noise. How could someone do such a thing to a kind man? It wasn't fair, it was horrible, nightmarish. She wished it was all some bad dream and any minute now she would wake up. But it never happened, she laid there in her den, refusing to see anyone, mourning the loss of a dear friend and mentor. She loss interest to training, in taking part of activities within the pack. No one bothered her, leaving her been to try and heal on her own time. But each day she was growing the dislike this place more and more. She couldn't stand to be in the same place her mentor had died. It just simply broke her heart and stalked her mind day and night. And so she formed a plan, tonight she would leave, unnoticed.

As night fell she watched her packmates settle down to sleep and curl up in the dens from the entrance of her's. Hours passed till she felt safe to slink out into the open. Silently she padded over to the burial site of her dead mentor. Eyes closed as she bowed her head. She would never forget him or his lessons, and hoped he would understand her need to leave. Her heart could simply not take the fact she would never see him again, that someone else would end up training her. No one understood her, only he had! Head lifted as eyes opened before she turned away and took off at a sprint. She wouldn't look back, she couldn't, it was better to just keep running. Maybe she will find another place to live, to heal and move on. But for now she was running away from it.