Post by crush on Nov 28, 2011 17:30:59 GMT -5
amore
GOLDEN BLACK STARE BROUGHT THE NIGHT OF YOUR DEMISE
GOLDEN BLACK STARE BROUGHT THE NIGHT OF YOUR DEMISE
name...Amore
age...Sixteen moons
gender...Female
clan...Outsider
position...Rogue
species...Amur leopard
appearance...Amore is a rather lovely leopardess. Her body is perfectly proportioned to leave her looking rather like a giant house cat, and not just your average house cat but one of top show quality. Her body appears bulky from an outside glance, however she is rather small at a relatively tiny fifty seven pounds. When her size is taken into account and she is placed next to a larger leopard, she actually looks rather dainty and delicate. Her eyes are not unexpected, about the same shade of faded yellow-brown as her fur, though the stark contrast against the thin, dark ring around her eyes makes them pop.
The rosettes on her coat are those traditional of an Amur leopard, being relatively well spaced with thick rings and darker fur within their centers. Her coat color is the classic sandy cream color of most Amur leopards, though in darker light it appears tinged with the orange of your average Bengal tiger along her back and around her nose and forehead. Her ears are mostly covered in black, making them seem darker, just like the top of her head which is liberally coated in small spots of black. The tufts in her ears are long, as are her cream colored whiskers. Her nose is brown with a dusting of black around her lips.
personality...Amore is, in the simplest description, a flirtatious creature. She sees a handsome male and her wheels start turning. She'll slip into your life, without you even realizing what she's all about. As far as you're concerned, she's just an innocent, helpless leopardess who needs your help. She’ll spout that she loves you like a fountain spouts water, but the chances she truly means it are slim to none. She's a cunning, sly bitch, though, so when she's done toying with you she'll have more than enough information about you to tear you apart. She's not reserved about doing so, but you'd probably never know it was her who had betrayed your trust either. She's just that good. She'll give small explanations, say she just needs a few days alone, and then never return. If you see her walking away, she's gone for good. It's just that simple.
She's arrogant, for sure, and very egotistical. She knows she's pretty, and she's not afraid to flaunt it. She'll tease until she's got you following her around like a little lost puppy, if she's in the mood to do so. She thinks of life like a game, with each new male as the next challenge she has to overcome; a challenge, and a toy. Some could say it's because she's an unvoiced feminist, while others would just call her a whore. She's not much of a fighter, not physically, but she will if she has to, have no doubts about that. She might grow out of this attitude, but perhaps she never will. It's hard to say, really. One thing is certain, though; she is perfectly happy the way she is right now. If she actually, truly fell in love... She'd likely just run away, frightened of change.
history...Try as you might, you'll never get an accurate, fully detailed history from her, though it isn't because she's forgotten the details. She'd just prefer you didn't know about it, because it's made up of her schemes. She can't just give away her secrets to anybody. Nonetheless, the tale will be told.
Amore was born to kind leopardess, for certain, but her father was far from so. She had been the result of a force breeding, and her mother was no more than a slave who had bore the male two litters previously, in much the same manner. As she wasn't a male, Amore was treated with hatred from her father, and she was a disgrace in her mother's eyes. She always knew how they felt about her, so as soon as she could, she ran. At the time, she was merely six moons old and she was scared for her life as she ran fast and far. They didn't bother to follow her, thinking her useless. After all, only an heir would do. Not an heiress.
Until she was eleven moons, she wandered alone, lonely, but getting tough. She fended for herself, and grew strong. She was no longer an innocent cub, and was on her way to become hard and emotionless. When she ran into a young male, who was only a a few moons older than her, she took to following him. That was when she learned she could get him to do what she wanted, just by batting her eyelashes and asking pretty please. That's when her bad habits began developing, and within a matter of days she learned exactly how to have him wrapped around her little paw. And she loved every second of it.
After mere moon, she got bored and left him behind, breaking his little heart and not caring in the slightest. It's been the same ever since, the periods she was with each male getting smaller and smaller as she got older. Even this grew to be a bore, though, and so she progressed. Males were terrible things, after all - just look at her father. They deserved whatever got thrown at them. So, she learned to seduce, lure out information, and then use that information to ruin their lives - of course, the unlucky clan cats who have fallen for her charade are her favorites. They give her the added opportunity of making them go against their precious warrior code.
