CALCIFER Aug 2, 2014 18:50:34 GMT -6
Post by pookakin on Aug 2, 2014 18:50:34 GMT -6
Gender: idk (just refer to me by name, no pronouns)
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Gender: Nonbinary Female (she/her/her/herself and they/them/their/themself interchangeably. Calcifer was not assigned a gender at birth by her mother.)
Breed: Mutt, notable Finnish Spitz and Blue Heeler traits.
Calcifer is a naive bubble of joy. She is only barely an adult, and everything is new to her. She hasn't yet learned the harshness of the world. She believes that the masters will one day return for them if they are patient, and is unaware of how heretical that might sound to some. She's a hard worker, and hates leaving tasks undone. She has high confidence, and is more annoyed by insults directed at her than upset or angered. She likes being an asset to others. Others might be put off by her boundless enthusiasm, energy and optimism. There's little that can knock her off her paws for longer than a day. She can be hasty and irritating, often judging situations before she really knows what's going on. She tends to chatter, often about whatever she finds cool, cute, or interesting, and is often oblivious to whether others care or not.
Calcifer is fairly small and lean. Their fur is a mottled mix of pale, sandy yellow and a warm brown. Their eyes are a pale gold. Their body is lean and well-rounded, much like a sprinter. Their extremities all narrow to soft points, and seem a little overlong. Small bright orange lilies grow from their neck and back. Their fur is short and very fluffy. It tends to shed everywhere, regardless of the season. If you part their fur, small roots from the lilies can be seen in and under their skin. They are like any other part of Calcifer's body, with their condition depending on Calcifer's health. If ripped out from the roots, Calcifer feels pain and
bleeds, but any harm done to parts that are not the root does not pain Calcifer, although
they will feel any contact.
Limited Traits: N/A
Calcifer was born to an aging mutant female who was skilled in fire magics. Her father was never known, and Calcifer is not concerned. Their mother guarded them carefully throughout their childhood and adolescence, but was killed by loners in a competition over food a little before Calcifer's second spring. Calcifer was crushed. She was not sure how to survive on her own, and the loss of their mother pained them greatly.
Life without mother involved a lot of skulking and theft, until she learned of the presence of the two packs. They joined the Fawnstalkers and are trying to make themself useful.
Visual Reference: N/A
Gentle sunshine was the sight that greeted her as she opened her eyes. Jolting awake, Calcifer shot to their feet and capered across the floor. Her tail seemed to wag of its own accord. The smell of mother filtered through the room- she would be home soon, right?
They flopped to the floor, tail still whirling. Head on her paws, she wandered into fantasy. Mother said they were almost one spring old. Pretty exciting, right? Once winter arrived, mother would take her to explore the rest of the world. Calcifer liked her home, with its big grey rooms filled with interesting boxes. They liked to root around in them whenever mother was out. There seemed to be something new every time! She didn't mind not seeing things outside. It sounded scary!
Sometimes a rottie wandered in, but that was never a big deal. Mother would bark at it, and sometimes she would set it on fire. Mostly, they just smelled and were pretty gross.
Their daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of claws clicking against concrete. Perking her ears, Calcifer straightened up. Was mother home?