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about Am, Ama, Doom, Shark
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Registration Date: 06-05-2013
Last Visit: 08-15-2013 12:19 PM Total Posts 18 Played By: Lashes 
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| Amaranth "Doomshark" Voi's Info | |||||||||
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appearance
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She is a creature of lithe and streamline. Amaranth stands small at 2'7" and her body doesn't try to make up for this runt-size with brawn or muscle. Petite, trim body upholds slender, muscular legs, a narrow chest, and hips that could promise birthing complications should she ever attempt such a feat. Despite her small size, her proportions flow one into the other with simple grace and shape her into a wolfen-pixie. Her hybrid blood of a Halfling and an Earthborn have created an interesting mix across her own body. Her base pelt is a sensuous and near iridescent metallic gray, reminiscent of Mercury in a thermometer (not that wolves have those). In the summer this gray darkens into a shimmering charcoal. Where her hackles finally lay at the back of her shoulder-blades, Tiger Shark spots coat the last two-thirds of her body in an intense, deep sapphire blue, tipping at the end of her wispy tail and socking her back toes. To complete her look, her fur always appears slighty damp, spiky and misted with a constant coat of water. Brilliant cyan eyes stare sharply onward, ebbing from one point to the next with intelligent connections snapping together in her head. Her nose is a dark navy, and tongue a deep purple. A few scars decorate her body, but most are hidden and centered on her haunches. Only one significant scar encircles her neck, now almost completely covered from her fur, where a stone collar sat around her neck for six months. Each of them were distributed by former masters and those who found her Hybrid blood a disgrace. | |||||||||
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personality
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Amaranth has been a slave all her short life, yet despite this very submissive roll, she has found ways to allow a bit of dominance and power to seep into her being. Unable to control the painful paths of her lives, and the varied opinions of others when they see her and judge her "spoiled blood", she has gone to controlling herself. This lets off a stoic aura, especially with her own emotions, and makes her seem almost frigid when first dealing with her. Despite this, her temper is a weakness, mixing with her ambitious, youthful dreams of a life belonging to herself, transforming her into a firecracker when she's set off. She's fearless when it comes to tossing herself into danger, but crafty with her resources, she often pursues a path of espionage and sleuth destruction. Time has allowed her to discover an affinity for the darker recesses of mind-magic; she hopes to one-day become proficient enough to fight her way to freedom if necessary, but thus far life has allowed her very little chance to practice these dark arts. Still, she hunts and searches for opportunities to learn and better herself whenever she can. She also has an affinity for water, and a deep love for its power. Despite all paths water takes, and all that its subjected too, still it carves its own path and creates its own way. Amaranth admires this skill and pursues its strength in her own life. To balance her anguish and miserable existence, Amaranth finds herself easily enchanted by the small things in life. Rare creatures, odd clouds, particular flowers, specific scents - anything that can provide a small joy, she allows its pleasure to touch her heart and give her peace where she can find it no where else. This permission of happiness in her dark disposition provides the magic to her character, the enchanting pixie quality that keeps her dancing through life, pursuing dreams often trampled by those above her. Though she has a love for the beautiful and the simple, Amaranth herself cannot keep away from the dark and dangerous. She's a daredevil, though all acts of daring are done on her own, incredibly limited free time, and is constantly looking to push her limits. She also has no qualms issuing pain, playing pranks and cruel jokes, and stirring up danger whenever she gets the opportunity. Thus far in life, she's had little, but Fate is about to drag her to a new path guised as the same old. | |||||||||
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history
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Amaranth was born to Earthborn father Myan and Halfling mother Ria, runt of her litter and expected to die. Neither parent helped her much in survival, but somehow Amaranth managed and began to gather strength, both in personality and small body.
The rest of the pack was disgusted by the mixed bloodline and the only way her parents could save their name was to disband as mates and get rid of their litter. So they sold them into slavery, in trade for a clean slate regarding their blood-lines and pack life, and thus Amaranth began her adolescence. Her first Master owned her from 9 months to 1 yr 4 months and taught her to expect the cruelest from any she met. He was a Changling named Moran, holding markings of a tiger, and treated Amaranth like a bag for all his rage and sexual frustration. Amaranth performed her first seriously disobedient act by hiding a strip of venison until it spoiled and sneaking it into Moran's kill when he was in the midst of a gluttonous feast. This nearly killed him, and he sold her shortly after. Her second Master was an Ice Sentinel named Hoarfrost. He was not an unkind creature and departed to Amaranth her love for water and her own affinity for elements. He owned her from 1 year 4 months - 2 years old even before finding himself completely convicted over the concept of slaves and the muddled bloodline of hybrids and sold her away to pursue a simpler life. Her Third Master owned her from 2 years to when she made her escape six months later. The wolfess was a Windwalker with dragon wings named Ylin and she used Amaranth to express all her darkest, sadistic ideas. Under Ylin's reign, Amaranth was tortured and gathered most of the scars on her haunches, as well as a stone collar that has left a permanent scar around her neck. Here Amaranth learned the skills of silence and secrecy just to keep herself safe and alive. However, after a week of particularly cruel jokes and antagonizing jeers that left Amaranth bleeding and near broken at the bottom of a cliff, she began to plot her escape. Waiting until the weakest time for Ylin, at dusk when her eyesight faltered, Amaranth used a skill learned from Hoarfrost to chill water into icicles and waited above. When great dragon wings opened in a stretch, Amaranth let her icicles fall. Agonizing cries from below made her smile as Ylin's wings were shredded and stacked with holes from her attack - Amaranth ran. And this is where her story has begun: running. Will Fate bring her back again to slavery, or will she finally experience freedom for longer than a few weeks? | |||||||||
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