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"Do not be afraid to bare your teeth"
Name
Ashalka
Age
29
Species
LigerCaspian Tigress x Steppe Lion
Health
100%
Alias
Tora
Orien.
Kinsey 3
Height
6'6
Align.
LE
Gender
Female
Lover
None
Ethnicity
Eurasian
Scent
Cinder
Appearance
Broad in every sense of the word. An absolute unit of a woman, built entirely for battle and strength. A strong defining jawline setting the foundation of a beautiful almost flawless modelesque face with deep set Peridot eyes. Feminine to a fault with large breasts and overall hourglass shape. Tanned skin adorned with complimentary mocha stripe patterning. Thick burgundy mane often worn in braids but fluently styled. Ears and tail matching equal skin tones yet furred like her maternal barer. A tall beast of muscle that wears the mask of a femme fatale.
Inventory
➣ whip
➣ worn ledger
➣ bandage
➣ hair tie
Skills
• combat
• leadership
• training
• skinning
Strengths
✔ body
✔ battle
✔ meat
✔ willpower
Weaknesses
✘ expectations
✘ virtues
✘ fatigue
✘ family
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Personality
【✔ positive; loyal, passionate, strong, dedicated, tolerant ✔】
【♦ neutral; dominant, confident, resourceful, beautiful, iron-willed♦】
【✘ bad; mean, impatient, unmerciful, unforgiving, ruthless✘】
Power exudes her massive form from every aspect but most notably from her judgemental side-eye. Exceptionally prideful and dignified but to the point that first impressions would leave little but ill feelings. Flaunting strength above all things, it's rare to get a coherent conversation from the woman. Her loyalty ferocious and her will unbreakable. Her trust is not easily gained and her patience for the brash or the holier-than-thou is incredibly thin. She is quick to judge and even quicker to snap. A proven rigorous sovereign that is not to be taken lightly. Ashalka is not frightened to assert herself and she will do so with an iron fist. Affection is not given lightly, but when it is, it is offered in abundance for those reserved few who have looked past her boulder of a heart.
The product of a hostile invasion, Ashalka owes her birth to a European Steppe Lion and his war band when they chose to occupy a settlement of Caspian Tiger. Her mother but a humble tanner, stupidly fell in love with the handsome captain. She would have always called it destiny but in truth it was Stockholm syndrome. The troop was up and gone before Ashalka was even born.
Praised as a child for her bravery, she was barely a teen when she was assigned to be a warrior, hand picked by the new civilisation that had conquered her primitive tribe. It was an attack from a neighbouring country and the inevitable death of her mother in the onslaught that woke her true convictions. Ashalka lead a small tactical portion of the army that devastated the enemy resources. It was pure chance that her unit encountered the enemy General, foiling his ambush and killing him with her spear. It made her a war hero and earned her the title of 'Tora'. But the war torn nation was no longer a home for her, refusing to be a hero of the people who took everything from her. Moving to Guildereim to make a comfortable living as a Doctore to any willing house instead.
"You were not brought into this world covered in blood to become a gentle, tamed thing" -
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