She's a natural philosopher and counselor. She's confident and vibrant and a bit conceited. She's generally Lucky by nature, and probably because nature loves her.

She's happiest when she's allowed to be herself, although isn't everyone? She relishes in her originality and attention seeking behavior. Although, sometimes, it doesn't put her in the best of spots. When situations that involve her own emotions, she becomes detached, distant and even cold at times. No matter how charismatic someone is, she can see through superficialities and dig deeper into someone's heart and find the truth that lies within. She's emotionally suspicious of everyone, but doesn't show it. Her eyes stalk people like two big orange moons peering at them, almost like catching them in a dirty lie; a bit lowered and disbelieving or even disenchanted at first but people interest her. Especially those that share her enthusiasm for life itself.

She has sound judgment but gets overcome by compulsions and the need to experience. With her innate ability to manage and control, both feelings and situations to a degree of coming off shy or even reserved. Her greatest quality is thought of a sound and clear pursuit of responsibility. There becomes a seriousness about her if this overcomes her. And, in this situation doesn't like set backs. She's often swayed by cravings and desires. Her lust for companionship can get her caught up in the most awkward of scenarios. Because she may come on too strong, too demanding, too forceful. But if situations decide it, she's as shy as a baby lamb. And, despise and becomes even rude if this brings out her true sentimental nature, which than becomes lustful, and even jealous nature; if she sees someone trying to steal what she believes to be rightfully hers.


History

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Because of her childhood being located in the mountains, it wasn't a surprise that her small and soon dwindling family members were being consumed by the Lions. She lived in a small cavern near the edge of a rocky Cliffside. She loved the view, it was an escape from outside. Day by Day went by her family members weren't coming back. They begged and pleaded with the Lion pride to stop devouring their delightful little lambs, but it couldn't be helped. Nature is nature and it must feed, survive and fall under someone or something stronger than it. It was apparent that one day it was going to happen, and it did.

Her family which only consisted of a brother, mother, father, and two older brothers, were all devoured from the Lion pride. She kept safe and became detached with the world. It was her home and she wasnt leaving. In her spare time she read about magical beings that weren't of fae. Humans. And even these beings lions. They had quite the book collection at her den. She didn't leave it only to feed up their- but now her- garden down along side the mountain. She scavenged her familys corpses and even though they were rotten and it disgusted her, more so now then ever. She buried them in the garden in which it just became the circle of life. And she knew this, and she knew someday she would too be eaten by the lion pride. Nothing knew to her.

But that day came quick when she went out for a stroll near the waters edge. Three males came stalking from a distance and she heard the crackle of danger afoot. With a swift flick on her heel she was turned around and face to face with a leaping lion, claws, teeth bared and looking lethargic. A last ditch effort to get some food in it. Fear overcome her, she screamed, and with amazement to her, she lost her balance only to soon find the lion ontop of her. Both of them crashing in the water. Aired escaped from her lungs and the water soon filled them. The lion desperately clawing and snapping at her limbs. She kicked and screamed as she burst from the waters surface.  Her body quivering from adrenaline yet no where to go except where the river was taking them. She swam with the current instead of against it like the lion was trying to do to regain its presence and being with the wee pack. With a slap from a defiant rock breaking the surface, a crack determined his fate and all went black for the drowning fae.


Roleplay Sample

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Screams awoke her, from the pain that filled her body and from the terror that she was still being pursued. As a scream came up, she lurched forward from her prone position on the floor. She began to throw up water. The sun had clocked its way over to the horizon and was saying goodbye for the day. Her body shivered and immediately knew not of where she was. She crawled away from the waters edge and began to throw up more water and this time bile as well. A screaming hiss forced itself out her lips when she forced the remaining water that filled her lungs. Panic swam through her and so did the ache of a bruised and battered body,  'where was she and-' her urgent thoughts cut short. Catching the sight of something yellow, orange and dirty looking out of the corner of her eye, she darted a glance over only to leap to the left. A ear shattering scream and adrenaline overcome her once again. LION! Kicking and  screaming when her body hit the ground only to realize as she calmed her panting self, that he was dead. And it took her a minute of scanning the soft pebbles beneath her feet and hands that yes, he was in fact no longer living. She remembered hearing the snap of his bones breaking against the rock that jutted from the rivers surface. But where was the river--... Her mental question was answered when she let her gaze fall over the dancing rays upon the lakes water, and the distant sound of something breaking the surface tension.

"Hmm....?" She questioned outwardly only to find the culprit. A water fall. She fell and must've washed ashore along with the dead companion of the lions that snuck up on her. A tight bit of her lip, she rose to her feet with great hesitation to exhume the body. Her steps were weak and she had closed her eyes in fear of the lion would magically come to life and try to attack her. She squatted a foot or so from it, retrieving a dead stick that washed up ashore with her and was now lapping at her toes. Her wings dragged behind her, they were damp with water. It annoyed her that she couldn't fly out of here, this big... canyon in the mountains. It was a nice place to rest though she thought to herself, while reaching over to poke the lion with the dead stick. It was flimsy and had no poking action to it. It more or less bent over the surface of the lion and didn't even distress the hairs. She grunted and backed away. And with a curse under her breath...

She backed up and lurched forward with her wee little bit of strength to headbutt it and scoff at its existence.

Her foot uprooted little pebbles and flung it at the dead lion in a disrespectful manner, when she had rose to her feet.

"Hmph, stupid feline."

 She made her way to lightly packed dirt and few patches of grass, where a decent rock that soaked up most of the suns rays laid. With a deep breath, she outstretch her wings fell lazily over the rock like a drama queen falling onto her bed. Scampering up the side to lay on to rounded top with her back against it. She relished in the warmth and retrieved her flute she made the day before from her mothers horn and began playing the song of her people.

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