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Fancy new sheet eeeeeeeee 8D *spazz*
Airus Miaron for :iconlegends-of-mythica:
I got writer's block near the end. Sorry. D8
~
LoM: NEW Character Sheet!
++THE BASICS++
Name: Airus Miaron.
{Full Name: Akailarus Apenione}
Nickname: Any nicknames or other titles your character goes by.~ Kitla.
Birthdate: 21 Faer, 992 Blessed.
Age: 7
Height: 4'2
Gender: Female
Race: Fawke
Occupation: None
Hometown/Current Residence:
Born: Drelhi Wastes, the niece of the Apenione alpha male, Cuaris.
Found: Alone in the Wastes by a group of nomad Miarons, who in turn took her to Mount Coraiel where she was raised among the Miarons.
++FEATURES++
Please note race requirements for this section!
Eye Color: Olive green.
Hair Color: Pale brown with lighter and darker accents
Scars/Marks: Despite being so young, she has numerous scars due to her time alone in the Drelhi wastes. She has a few significant ones right above her right forepaw, as well as one on her left ear and right cheek, slightly below her eye, but fur has grown to conceal them.Her nose is speckled with lighter patches of brown, and her pawpads sport this pattern as well, but not as conspicuosly.
Dress: N/A
Build: Airus is relatively small for a Fawke, with slightly oversized ears and a light build. She's somewhat leggy and slim, but not to the point of being disproportoinately so. She's slim, but not emaciated; you could feel her ribs without much effort but her ribs don't show just by looking at her. Her wings are somewhat weak, as she hasn't (and has a slight fear) of flying, although her Miaron caretakers have thrown her off of the Great Plateau on some occasions along with other young Miarons. She isn't, however, a very strong flyer despite working at it.
+ATTITUDE+
+Personality:
Airus is a reserved, shy, cautious young Fawke, who is not quick to trust those she first meets. Her quietness and gentle air can sometimes be mistaken for coldness or strictness, or even pure terror; her olive gaze averted and eyes hard to read. However, once she crawls out of her shell (or tent of wings, whichever the case may be) she is very curious and playful, and cautiously optimistic. She loves to explore, and will sometimes venture off on solo excursions across the plateau, though always alert for possible danger and always within easy flying distance home. She loves to chase and play with young miarons, and loves to wrestle and play with other muselings close to her size.She's very curious, almost always asking questions, and sometimes wonders, dreams about her past. Rarely does she meet any other Fawkes, and when she does, she will often tag along with them, asking questions about their home, their tribe, though often she is met with stern silence. She loves the night, and is content to gaze up at the velvet sky, watching the countless constellations twinkle and dance around the moons. Airus will stay up for hours at a time simply stargazing, taken aback by the vastness of the sky and the swirling stars beyond.She regards Miarons with the utmost of respect and admiration, and considers them family. On days when the sun is hottest, she loves to stretch out on a protruding rock to bask in the afternoon sun and is happy to doze for hours as the sun dapples her pelt with warmth.
She loves rain, but not the thunderstorms that promise it, for she is not fond of loud noises or flashes of lightning that make her fur stand on end. Not those of a roaring Blaze Lion or a particularly loud bang of some Wind-King gadget, but particular cracks of thunder that leave the ground vibrating underpaw are the ones she fears the most. Despite finding fire enchanting and mysterious, she finds herself frozen when staring into crackling flames, as if transfixed. She has had numerous nightmares of being trapped alone with flames and lava dancing around her, unable to escape until woken, panting and hackles trembling. Ever since Airus can rememver, heights have made her weary. As a Fawke, and raised among the most graceful creatures of the sky on the Great Plateau near Mount Coraiel, she has no concievable reason for this, though she is constantly trying to work through it. She's a rather weak flyer, though her agility and maneuverability on ground somewhat makes up for it.
+History:
Airus was born Akailarus of the Apenione tribe; niece of the Apenione alpha, Cuaris, and was the first and only pup of the hunters Akali and Kavati Apenione. When she was only four, an impending ash storm caused the tribe to flee, intent on leaving the reaches of any ash clouds, but during the course of this, the young fawke pup was separated from her tribe.
Her situation was nearly impossible. She was alone, a young pup, hungry and weary amidst the vast Delhi Wastes and had it not been for a small band of Miarons she most likely have either gone into stasis or not survived. They found the pup collapsed, exhausted, and battered, alive, but barely. They comforted the little one, and knew the little scrap of fur had no chance of surviving if left alone. This band, her rescuers, named her Airus, for the time of year she was found. They flew her to Mount Coraiel, and left her in the care of the Miarons there, and she was raised among them, like any young Miaron. All of this is only faint memories for Airus; stirrings amidst dreams, small pieces of a greater puzzle unknown to her. She's very curious, almost always asking questions, and sometimes wonders, dreams about her past. Rarely does she meet any other Fawkes, but when she does, she will often tag along with them, asking questions about their home, their tribe, though often she is met with stern silence, but she remains ever positive.
++MISC++
Most Notable Memories: What memory has stuck with oyur character the longest? Doesn't have to be detailed.
~The first time she saw the night sky from the Great Plateau is vivid in her mind. the night was exceptionally quiet and still, and the plateau was bathed in moonlight, and she sat, perched on the cliffside, gazing at the stars above. The sheer vastness of everything...the two brilliant moons, the twinkling stars splashed across the velvety sky took her breath away.
~Her first flight. Tossed off of a cliff with a score of other young Miarons, Airus panicked in midair, the ground rushing towards her. The other young ones had already stretched their wings and were soaring above, and, determined, she stretched her wings, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, expecting to feel the ground underpaw, but instead, felt a rush as a warm bubble of air whistled beneath her outspread wings, and she was up, up!
~Sunbathing. It was a bright, warm afternoon, and she was stretched out among other Miarons who had been napping in the sunshine, the only sound the rustle of the wind in the trees and the rumbling breaths of the creatures around her. It was when she was at her most relaxed, most peaceful.
Talents/Skills/Abilities:
On the ground, Airus is quick and agile, with fairly good stamina, but can't go full speed for very long. Her hearing is slightly above average, due to her slightly oversized, concave ears, and she has decent sight. She's very intelligent and is a great listener, especially loving the tales told by older Miarons at Mount Coraiel or even Highflyers passing through. She's very curious and compassionate, and has a positive outlook on life. Except, that is, when she's terrified.
Views:
Airus wholeheartedly believes in the Muse, and takes comfort in the thought of her. She isn't in to politics at all, despite living near Mount Coraiel, though she does wish the races would generally get along more. After all, she was raised by Miarons, so why couldn't the other races get along? She loves listening to tales and legends, her favorites being of the hundred year's war-not for the violence or fighting, but of the noble heroes.
Airus Miaron for :iconlegends-of-mythica:
I got writer's block near the end. Sorry. D8
~
LoM: NEW Character Sheet!
++THE BASICS++
Name: Airus Miaron.
{Full Name: Akailarus Apenione}
Nickname: Any nicknames or other titles your character goes by.~ Kitla.
Birthdate: 21 Faer, 992 Blessed.
Age: 7
Height: 4'2
Gender: Female
Race: Fawke
Occupation: None
Hometown/Current Residence:
Born: Drelhi Wastes, the niece of the Apenione alpha male, Cuaris.
Found: Alone in the Wastes by a group of nomad Miarons, who in turn took her to Mount Coraiel where she was raised among the Miarons.
++FEATURES++
Please note race requirements for this section!
Eye Color: Olive green.
Hair Color: Pale brown with lighter and darker accents
Scars/Marks: Despite being so young, she has numerous scars due to her time alone in the Drelhi wastes. She has a few significant ones right above her right forepaw, as well as one on her left ear and right cheek, slightly below her eye, but fur has grown to conceal them.Her nose is speckled with lighter patches of brown, and her pawpads sport this pattern as well, but not as conspicuosly.
Dress: N/A
Build: Airus is relatively small for a Fawke, with slightly oversized ears and a light build. She's somewhat leggy and slim, but not to the point of being disproportoinately so. She's slim, but not emaciated; you could feel her ribs without much effort but her ribs don't show just by looking at her. Her wings are somewhat weak, as she hasn't (and has a slight fear) of flying, although her Miaron caretakers have thrown her off of the Great Plateau on some occasions along with other young Miarons. She isn't, however, a very strong flyer despite working at it.
+ATTITUDE+
+Personality:
Airus is a reserved, shy, cautious young Fawke, who is not quick to trust those she first meets. Her quietness and gentle air can sometimes be mistaken for coldness or strictness, or even pure terror; her olive gaze averted and eyes hard to read. However, once she crawls out of her shell (or tent of wings, whichever the case may be) she is very curious and playful, and cautiously optimistic. She loves to explore, and will sometimes venture off on solo excursions across the plateau, though always alert for possible danger and always within easy flying distance home. She loves to chase and play with young miarons, and loves to wrestle and play with other muselings close to her size.She's very curious, almost always asking questions, and sometimes wonders, dreams about her past. Rarely does she meet any other Fawkes, and when she does, she will often tag along with them, asking questions about their home, their tribe, though often she is met with stern silence. She loves the night, and is content to gaze up at the velvet sky, watching the countless constellations twinkle and dance around the moons. Airus will stay up for hours at a time simply stargazing, taken aback by the vastness of the sky and the swirling stars beyond.She regards Miarons with the utmost of respect and admiration, and considers them family. On days when the sun is hottest, she loves to stretch out on a protruding rock to bask in the afternoon sun and is happy to doze for hours as the sun dapples her pelt with warmth.
She loves rain, but not the thunderstorms that promise it, for she is not fond of loud noises or flashes of lightning that make her fur stand on end. Not those of a roaring Blaze Lion or a particularly loud bang of some Wind-King gadget, but particular cracks of thunder that leave the ground vibrating underpaw are the ones she fears the most. Despite finding fire enchanting and mysterious, she finds herself frozen when staring into crackling flames, as if transfixed. She has had numerous nightmares of being trapped alone with flames and lava dancing around her, unable to escape until woken, panting and hackles trembling. Ever since Airus can rememver, heights have made her weary. As a Fawke, and raised among the most graceful creatures of the sky on the Great Plateau near Mount Coraiel, she has no concievable reason for this, though she is constantly trying to work through it. She's a rather weak flyer, though her agility and maneuverability on ground somewhat makes up for it.
+History:
Airus was born Akailarus of the Apenione tribe; niece of the Apenione alpha, Cuaris, and was the first and only pup of the hunters Akali and Kavati Apenione. When she was only four, an impending ash storm caused the tribe to flee, intent on leaving the reaches of any ash clouds, but during the course of this, the young fawke pup was separated from her tribe.
Her situation was nearly impossible. She was alone, a young pup, hungry and weary amidst the vast Delhi Wastes and had it not been for a small band of Miarons she most likely have either gone into stasis or not survived. They found the pup collapsed, exhausted, and battered, alive, but barely. They comforted the little one, and knew the little scrap of fur had no chance of surviving if left alone. This band, her rescuers, named her Airus, for the time of year she was found. They flew her to Mount Coraiel, and left her in the care of the Miarons there, and she was raised among them, like any young Miaron. All of this is only faint memories for Airus; stirrings amidst dreams, small pieces of a greater puzzle unknown to her. She's very curious, almost always asking questions, and sometimes wonders, dreams about her past. Rarely does she meet any other Fawkes, but when she does, she will often tag along with them, asking questions about their home, their tribe, though often she is met with stern silence, but she remains ever positive.
++MISC++
Most Notable Memories: What memory has stuck with oyur character the longest? Doesn't have to be detailed.
~The first time she saw the night sky from the Great Plateau is vivid in her mind. the night was exceptionally quiet and still, and the plateau was bathed in moonlight, and she sat, perched on the cliffside, gazing at the stars above. The sheer vastness of everything...the two brilliant moons, the twinkling stars splashed across the velvety sky took her breath away.
~Her first flight. Tossed off of a cliff with a score of other young Miarons, Airus panicked in midair, the ground rushing towards her. The other young ones had already stretched their wings and were soaring above, and, determined, she stretched her wings, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, expecting to feel the ground underpaw, but instead, felt a rush as a warm bubble of air whistled beneath her outspread wings, and she was up, up!
~Sunbathing. It was a bright, warm afternoon, and she was stretched out among other Miarons who had been napping in the sunshine, the only sound the rustle of the wind in the trees and the rumbling breaths of the creatures around her. It was when she was at her most relaxed, most peaceful.
Talents/Skills/Abilities:
On the ground, Airus is quick and agile, with fairly good stamina, but can't go full speed for very long. Her hearing is slightly above average, due to her slightly oversized, concave ears, and she has decent sight. She's very intelligent and is a great listener, especially loving the tales told by older Miarons at Mount Coraiel or even Highflyers passing through. She's very curious and compassionate, and has a positive outlook on life. Except, that is, when she's terrified.
Views:
Airus wholeheartedly believes in the Muse, and takes comfort in the thought of her. She isn't in to politics at all, despite living near Mount Coraiel, though she does wish the races would generally get along more. After all, she was raised by Miarons, so why couldn't the other races get along? She loves listening to tales and legends, her favorites being of the hundred year's war-not for the violence or fighting, but of the noble heroes.
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