Name: Nethera
Aliases: "Blackmane"
Gender: Female
Race: Guardinal (Lupinal)
Age: 200~
Profession: Wanderer, Vigilante, Hobo
Languages: Celestial, Common and a couple others.
Accent: The sort of rumbling feral inflection that comes from someone with a wolf-face trying to speak Common!
Physical Information
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115lbs
Body build: Athletic, Runner
Skin type: Fur-covered?
Hair style: Wolf pelt!
Scars: Hard to tell with that thick pelt.
Tattoos: ...fur kinda would cover that!
- [b]Hair:[/b] Dark gray fur, almost black [b]Eyes:[/b] Amber/Yellow [b]Skin:[/b] Black [/li]
Alignment: That's an interesting conversation. But she's still a celestial deep down, so not evil!
Philosophy: No matter how far she runs, she can't escape her sense of justice when innocent people are in harm's way. There's no reason for cruelty and malice to exist in the world.
Deity/Beliefs: Doesn't care for religion anymore.
Personality:
- [u]Cynical[/u] [i]Seen some shit. Messed her up.[/i] [u]Witty[/u] [i]Funny, so she thinks.[/i] [u]Just[/u] [i]Tries to look the other way, she really does. Sometimes she can. Most of the time she can't.[/i] [u](Secretly)Compassionate[/u] [i]Cares more about people than she lets on.[/i] [/li]
Gear: Knives, lots of knives. Some visible, some hidden.
Jewelry: It would just get in the way.
Habbits/hobbies: Brooding, mostly. This girl seriously NEEDS a hobby.
General Health: Physically, she's fine. But she's a celestial, so she'd probably be dead otherwise.
Favorite Drink: Coffee, with sugar. No milk. If milk touches her coffee, you're wearing it!
Weaknesses: Lack of motivation, apathy, depression, running off at the mouth at the wrong time, and snapping at the people she cares about. (Wow, when you write it all out like that, it sounds bad!)