Name: Batire Asrchure
Age: 6 years
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral
Rank: Vagabond
Appearance: Beauty has long since drained from her weary form and left a raw canvas to take place. Her past has left her nearly anorexic from months on end of starvation and malnourishment with bones jutting out unappealingly. Every rib on her body can be counted from a distance away they are so prominent. Batire’s skin is pulled taught around her frame showing her tawny and slinky body that is nearly nothing but a sack of bones. Her ebonite fur lost all its shine leaving thin patches of fur here and there. White and grey take place on her chin and stomach in swirls Nay longer decoration but just misplaced colors on the body of an outcast. Though she seems frail her muscles are still strong and she carries herself with a pride unmistakable. Her dark hazel eyes strike fear into the hearts of innocent beings from one steely gaze that shows her anger and her pain.
Batire’s gait is quick and jerky like a puppet on strings. There is a strong limp in her left shoulder where a battle chipped away some bone. Arthritis has taken its toll as well making her tired joints creak. Still she never shows sign of weakness even though the scars prove she has been beaten upon more than once. There are several deep scars on her body; one jagged one on her chest, one across her left shoulder, and one on her right hock. Batire bears her ivory fangs in proof that she Nay longer will allow any to scar her. Deep inside the outcast there lurks the steely voice of a hurt and wary soldier. The tones of a flute seem to flow from her lips, light and fawn-like and ever unexpected from one of such poor outer appearance.
She never believed you needed your eyes too see and she proved to all that she was right. Batire lost her eyesight in her right eye. Now nothing lurks in the dark murky depths but a grey and visionless void. Still there is some strange bit of recognition left in the glassy surface. She managed to preserve expression and knowing though at first it would seem she was hindered by her handicap. But Batire never let anything handicap her spirit, ever.
Personality: After meeting death in many close cases Batire has turned into death itself. Wounded on the inside and bleeding she struggles to keep herself sane. Being beaten by two legs, thrown out of her own pack, nearly swallowed by a bear it is a miracle she survived. Her cruel and hard case is a cover up for the kindness she can show. Batire is often alone and unsociable for wolves and other canines seem to think she is still an outcast. It shows that popularity and beauty mean everything in this world Nay matter what you try to do. So she sits and acts like and outcast for she might as well act like the part she is forced to play.
Friendliness is a thing that Batire will never again show to a stranger. She cannot trust anyone or so she believes. However loyalty is a thing that she always believes in and never should you think she is untrustworthy. Her scars may be deep and her outer beauty a wretched sight but Batire will hold onto a secret and never tell it for she would rather take it to the grave along with her corpse.
Batire could easily be taken advantage of if you just went by her looks. But if you truly attempted to overcome her you would find yourself in a world of pain. Not only does she have a tongue of fire and ice but her power does nothing to cure the sting of her words. One thin g is for certain, she comes with a bright yellow warning sign and it reads, BEWWARE! Has an attitude and knows how to use it.
When it comes to fighting skills Batire is witty, strong, and beautiful. Her slithering movements are like a ballet, a rather red ballet, but still a beautiful ballet. She uses her claws, her voice, her blind eye, and everything she’s got in battle when the fight is a worthy cause.
Batire is very caring for all wolves and family but she just shows it in an awkward way. Anybody who knew her in her former life knew her headstrong ambition and her wild ideas were all a show of love from Batire.
History: As a young pup Batire was very ambitious and bright like all pups should be. Curious and lovely as a lily in morning dew the pup was rather happy in her life. Her parents loved her for she was an only child but one day the clouds covered their happy life. A pack that had been a mortal enemy to the pack that Batire belonged in ambushed the pack camp and took Batire with them to raise her as their own evil minion. She became what they thought was a mindless killer but deep inside she was kind as could be. Baiter lived with the evil wolves feeling very out of place but she never told anybody she hated it there except a wise old wolf she thought she could trust. Instead he told the alpha and she was chased from her own pack like a disease that was deadly to them all.
Batire became a vagabond notorious for her bad attitude but stunning beauty. Her beauty began to slip away as she fought more and more but Nay one dared to tell her that she was not young or lovely as she had been for in all truth she had sort of a seducing and gorgeous air. Then she met Arcane a handsome grey timber wolf. He told her that he loved her and he stayed with her for a very long time. Then Arcane turned on her just like all the others. He left her for dead out in the loner terra after she had become dependent on him.
Treated like and outcast Batire wandered hopelessly through the lands turned away by all. In search of a place where she could wither be welcome or at least turn back to her evil ways Batire left her homeland and found Soul of the Wild.
Should be long enough, not my best and I will fix it if ya need me to!