ROSEBIRD - shadow

[rosebird]

rosebird

GENDER female

AGE XIV M ; 1 Y , II M.

RANK warrior

CLAN shadow

LOVER none.

RP origami

PERSONALITY an astringent, she draws and dries up entire hopes with her pessimism. bitter, she is stone pressed against the world and builds walls against investing her emotions into much. a stone shell to crack, she steadfast secretive without ever letting her lips slip to release anything of her history or her own personal ventures. she instead wishes to draw from the world, understanding others. upon the brink of being schizoid, to where she withdraws from contact, she has often thought of becoming a loner or rouge. but she is a free bird within, hating conformity and embracing the unique. she loves quirks and queer obscurities. easily, rosebird could be see as inspirational with her nontraditional views of the world and skepticism. critical, she mines for the gems of psychology and self. she is curious about the operating system of every feline, of what makes them tick and what slithers about within their mind. ( most of all prizing skeletons within closet. ) with a deep rooted need to analyze and sort, she aims to categorize as to gain understanding in her emotion deaf state of being. the scientist, she is reclusive and is only inspired by the thoughts she develops. loyal, she is hard working but does not feel zeal when performing basic tasks. a patrol is simply a stroll and hunting is for survival, she instead is sustained by whimsy and thought. ( if only she could find another who gain sustenance the same. ) she could spoon feed them her secret wisdoms.

APPEARANCE neither dainty nor delicate, she is nobody's perfect lady, nor is she apt to strut so. on contrary, she is not so much large boned but of an average shape with a bit of child bearing hips and a bolder chest. swallowed by her longer tresses, she is a calico. a majority black, she bears winter mittens and a rice colored chin along with a mixture of golden auburn. such a highlight runs through the right side of her face as to disrupt a black mask. she could be stunning, if someone were apt to view her liquid movement and her elusiveness to be attractive. she commutes as though trapped in a dark waltz of minor key upon rainy day, the way she flits and flutters, swaying and moving as if in perpetual motion. ( she moves in another dimension and another atmosphere ) besides her movements, her eyes fixate you, ( the way she studies you ). like a box of matches, new and of open flame, they run lightly with green as to blend to a pleasant and pendulous quality of chartreuse. intense, they thunder through the onlooker's soul and challenges even the most pleasant small talk.

HISTORY pry it from her dead jaws, ( that's the only way you'll find what you want to know ). there are only a few skeletons in her closet.

[kiba]

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