Ranguvar

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  **Ranguvar is a member of a closed species made by skaikrasha on Deviant Art. I would highly recommend taking a look!

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  There was something to be said about a creature who could prove to be imposing without having the height to loom over those that would oppose her. A modest five feet four inches; she wasn't looking down on anyone until she had broken their legs and forced their face to the dirt underneath her might.
  
  Ferocity was something this one oozed passively so perhaps it was fitting that the majority of her form was that of a large feline. Specifically a cougar of some kind if one had to label her, with sandy fur meshing seamlessly with a snowy white underbelly. The fur was short, though incredibly dense upon closer inspection which suggested that wherever this feline had flown in from... it was incredibly cold.
  
  Ah yes, flying. Not exactly a trait that felines were known for--they were skilled at landing on their feet but falling gracefully was about where it ended for the most part. This one had wings, sprouting from straight-backed shoulders as naturally as leaves from the vine. Not nearly as verdantly colored, looking more like snow-capped hills washed out in tones of grey and black. The dull colors weren't exactly exciting to look at but the wings had a span that made them functional.
  
  Admittedly, saturated color was something that she seemed to be lacking as well, except one one place. A full head of hair, colored a sickly sweet milk chocolate brown, was only made sweeter by the honey-gold highlights that were woven within. The choice of color, while fitting, wasn't natural--those highlights glittered with brilliance and sheen that normal hair simply couldn't do. At least the feline wasn't above a touch of whimsy in her appearance.
  
  While it was hard to imagine what she might look like underneath that thick armor she wore so casually, the way the armor settled against the body underneath looked sturdy. Not wide enough to be called stout but proportions were like laid out in a way that made for a buxom beast of a woman.

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  Name: Ranguvar
  
  Species:Asung-Moa
  Age: 32 years
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Height: 5'4''
  
  Weight: 150 lbs.
  
  Alignment: Lawful Good
  
  Body Type: Compact Endomorph
  
  Hair: Brown with gold highlights, length is unknown due to being braided constantly.
  
  Fur Color: Sandy brown, black around the nose, brows, and tail, with a white underbelly
  
  Relationship Status: --
  Relationship Preference: Males
  
  Profession: Monster Hunting, Protecting Civilians, Bodyguard, Weaponsmith
  
  Likes: The 'Thrill of the Hunt', alcohol, working by firelight, the company of others (she doesn't even need to be aquainted; she's not above approaching strangers), other Moa, hearty stews, precious metals.
  
  Dislikes: Being called short, being isolated, spiders (not afraid of them, but she does hate them)
  
  Personality: Ranguvar is definitely an extrovert, making a point to seek out introverts and pulling them into the fold of conversational circles. Boisterous and loud, though never to the point of being obnoxious, she does at least know the time and place for such shenanigans. Those who have hunted with Ranguvar would describe her as a much more subtle individual, prone to silence and focus that was nearly unbreakable at times--almost scary, really. An honest soul no matter the situation... she's as blunt as a brick and won't feel bad about hurting your feelings if you ask for her opinion.

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