Post by Sykota on Oct 21, 2007 15:04:37 GMT -5
Name: Kisa [Key-saw][/center][/size]
Age: 2 1/2
Gender: Female
Description:
Kisa had the usual tan cheetah pelt with black round and oval spots. Yet for her, Most of her spots are connected (he he connect the dots ), giving her a 'blotchy' appearance with way-ward streaks and a few spots here and there. She has a white underside the comes up to he lower throat, with a few stray spots. She also has the famous 'tear mark' running from the inner aspect of each eye down to her mouth. Her tail has 3 distinct rings and a few faded ones on the lower half of her tail. Where as some have a white tipped tail, she has a black.
Kisa's eyes are of a rusted color. They are a deep, red amber. If you look really closely, you can notice a sliver of deep blue in her left eye. Her legs are average length, but are also sturdy and strong, giving her great speed. One her right paw is a scar, like a ringlet, around her leg, just above the ankle, from the wound caused by the poacher's trap.
Personality:
Kisa has a cheery personality. Even if she is in pain, or dealing with tremendous grief and sorrow, on the outside, she will always be smiling. She is always polite, and is extremely kind, and caring. She never wishes to hurt someone if she can avoid it. In need be situations, she will fight.
She has an extraordinary spirit. She can be sensitive but is in no way petty. She will put trust in almost anyone, though if you brake it, you will have to work hard to regain it. She loves her freedom and hates restrictions. Most the time, you will find her either day dreaming or running with the wind.
History:
At the beginning, her mother, Skyrie, had met a loner and it was a one time thing. Later, Kisa was born and was an only cub, unfortunately born to a low ranks female of a strict pride of high status. At her birth, the lead female immediately tried to kill her, yet her mother fought to protect her. By the time Skyrie was tattered and barely able to stand, the lead walked of, saying it was to much of a hassle to deal with for a low-rank new born.
As Kisa grew up she was an outcast. Her only consul being her mother. She was always shunned or bullied. Yet no matter what, she had a smile on her face. An older male cub liked to beat on the lower rank cubs until they cried. Yet Kisa never did, she always had a smile. This robbed the young male of the satisfaction of being superior and on more then one occasions, beat her till she passed out.
As Kisa got older, her true coat appeared. As where the other cheetahs were spotted, she had spots along with lines, like a tabby. He eye where also an unusual color from every one else in the pride. Skyrie had told her that she had inherited these traits from her father, a, as her mother put it, fast, strong and overly handsome cheetah.
This didn't bother her much, though now she was ignored altogether. She wasn't even beaten. It was like she wasn't there, just a shadow of the pride stature. She was not included in hunts or anything. All she had was her mother.
As time went on, things got worse. One day, Skyrie was killed by a lion and Kisa was left alone at 11 months of age. Though Kisa cried she still did her best to smile. Now she had to teach her self the rest of her hunting lessons and catch her own food. She now had to sleep outside the den, even in below zero.
At a year and a have, Kisa was shadowing the pride as they went to find a new den site for the leads' soon-to-be-born cubs. Kisa was always forced to walk on the side of the trail and that is what lead to her misfortune. Her paw slid of the trail and into a poacher's trap. She yowled from the pain and asked for help as the metal dug into her right fore paw. A few stopped and glanced, but soon continued moving forward with the others, leaving her behind.
Kisa spent two nights with her paw in the trap. She knew not struggle and pull, as that would make it worse. In the heat of the mid-day sun, a two-legger (park ranger) appeared with his four legged beast (jeep). Kisa stay still, calm but nervous, as the human freed her paw, but before he could catch her to treat her wound, she took off. She didn't bother looking for her former pride, she knew she wasn't wanted, that was clear. She she has become a loner, going where the wind blows.
RP Sample:Kisa
Outside I may be Smiling
But inside I am Hurting
.x. I placed my paws carefully on the terrain as I entered this new terra. The wind blew from behind me gently, as if urging me along. It picked up the thin dusty layer off the trail and caused it to dance about. The breeze seemed to love to play at my paws. A smile crept upon my maw. I seemed to temporarily forget my pains.
.x. It was twilight, the hour between dusk and night. A few stars had already come out to help light my path. The shafts of moonlight seemed to blend my ebony streaks and spots in with my tanned pelt. There seemed to be a soft aura around me, yet I don't think others would care to notice.
.x. The winds seemed to grow slowly stronger, pushing me along. A twinkle shone in my orb as I came to do what I and the wind wanted. I sped to a trot, then a lope, then to a flat out run as the wind picked up. This is what I love. To race with the wind. This is my joy. This is my freedom.[/size][/blockquote]