Kumiho

[Kumiho]

Kumiho Basic Information Race: Kelvic [Hyena] Birthday & Age : 2 years old. Gender: Female Physical Description A wild beauty, quiet yet unattainable, every aspect of her speaks of fighting, raging emotion. Wild amber eyes stare out behind lush lashes, covered by her unusually long white hair which contrasts her sun-darkened skin. An amulet adorned by a large black pearl rests in the center of her chest, deep within that dark pearl a small curling image of a Hyena can be seen, this amulet is threaded with a small leather cord which threads to the seam of her clothes. Straps and leather bindings coil up her arms, flowing together at her chest to make a tight fitting silk garment. Completely covered in the back, yet tantalizingly open like the pages of a book in the front, just covering the secret texts of her body. A black silk sash flows down a similarly coloured Arabian garb, loose fitting pants that allow for good air flow and movement, they cover most of the intricate shadows which cross her legs. Character Concept The core of her being is dominated by her animal nature, dynamic and erratic. Aggressive, yet skittish, she'll boast her strength, fight her opponent and turn tail if things take a turn for the worse. Taking what she can, when she can she isn't one to ask for charity nor one to ask charity of. Hearty, healthy and only happy with a full belly, Kumiho finds no greater joy than a feast. Some might say she's close to family, but that's only looking at it from an outside view. She's loyal to those who keep her alive, she finds no greater bond than the one of mutual survival. Character History -Avanthal, distant cavern- Cold was one of the first sensations that greeted the cubs life, whispers of warmth drawn only from the breast of her mother. Quivering and frightened, she wailed. Fear of the unknown was something all beasts held, the basis of their instinct and learning was based on the intensity of their fear. Crooning, soft warmth washed over her, lending ease to her driving, insane fear. Slow, rhythmic caresses carried her into a land of shadows and light to dream. As she awoke a new emotion gripped her to her marrow, it shuddered from her very being and rose into a long, urgent wail. Soon smooth, rich milk was drunk and her belly full. Her mother, not that she knew what she was, falling back to sleep from exhaustion, allowed the cub to feed. If the cub had any sort of drive other than to feed and sleep, she would have determined there were two beings that brought sustenance to her. One walked beyond the boundry of her world, bringing with him food. As she had grown, she had known this food. Which was sweet, salty and dealt just as well with the gripping urgency she felt when hungry. Her Father, knowing him only as a thing in which to expect the good food, spent his days hunting for himself, bringing only scraps to them at the end of the day. The Cub was fed, growing each day stronger. She could walk and mumble the strange words that her mother crooned to her in the night, though she didn't know the meaning. There was one, though, that she was beginning to grasp. When her Mother would say, "Kumiho", she was meant to respond. It was by this that she came to know herself and so the Cub was tossed aside, giving form to Kumiho. --- As Kumiho grew, she began to realise the outer world, as if it had just appeared. Her ventures brought many a wonder and travesty to her, coming back to her den usually bruised and scratched, but happy to have learned. Walking in, she smiled at her Mother, brushing a few flies from the white bones. It was there she would tell her mother her day, speaking of the things she had learned, all the while oblivious to the truth. Days and weeks, Kumiho would continue this, without a thought as to why her mother no longer muttered soft words in response. Each day her ventures would take her farther from her Den, till she forgot... In time, She'd grown to maturity, far gone from the forgotten Den in which she had grown. Her surroundings had tempered her, bitter and nervous, she scoured the icy areas of Avanthal for travelers or quivering prey. She'd become honed and sharp like the icy chill that dripped from the sparse evergreens. Languages Vani: Fluent [Which will be represented in this colour. Kontinese: Basic [ Which will be represented in this colour. Nari: Poor [which will be represented in this colour. Training (Skills, Arcana, Gnosis, Lore) Running: 15/100 [+15Starter Package] Intimidation: 5/100 [+5 Starter Package] Negotiation: 5/100 [+5 Starter Package] Unarmed Combat: 15/100 [+15 Starter Package] Camouflage: 10/100 [+10 Starter Package] Hunting: 10/100 [+10 Starter Package] Equipment and Possessions Ledger Thread List