::twillo : rogue::

[Neon Blue]

twillo
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_{six moons - rogue - rogue}

hair just as gold as the sun
appearance
eyes just as dark as the moon

she had never given much thought to what she looked like. she knew she was strongly built, with broad shoulders, muscular legs and powerful paws. she is of average height, although she feels she will be taller then most when she reaches her full height. her legs are lean and strong, riddled with scars from her forgotten past. with fur of medium length, colored grey, white chin and neck, brown at the base of her ears and around her nose. her tail is long, and plush, just as well groomed as the rest of her fur. ears are tall, set close together. they only aid her cold appearance, with help from her oval amber eyes. her body is soft, yet covered in scars, hidden by her fur. what was it in her past that hurt her so?

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just the way i am
personality
the one and only

she has always thought of herself as strong, both in mind and body. she has had to be, although she can’t recall why. she is determined, she knows she must become powerful, she knows she must stay tough, the reasons like before unclear. it’s these things that drive her forward, the only thing she lives for. but she can’t become powerful on her own, a fact that frustrates her greatly. calling on the help of others is something she hates more than anything, like calling to the world shes weak. but at times she knows she must swallow her pride and ask for help, and when she does she finds she is egar to learn. she is very intelligent, a quick thinker which aids her in battle and when she find herself shredding others with her sharp words. she can’t help that shes as honest as she is strong or smart.
talented. a good word to describe her. but she is not as conceded as she sounds, she is always doubting herself, and sometimes others around her. but she is loyal and honorable. when she makes a commitment it is hard to be broken, if it can be broken at all. something inside, however tells her that it is as easily broken as a twig. and although she would never tell anyone this, she am afraid of her future, and of the past she can’t remember.

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wrap it up and send it back, i don't want it
history
where the sugar comes from

she wishs she could remember a mother’s love, or a father’s protectiveness. but where those things should be, there is nothing but cold and darkness. her first memories are of her waking inside an abandoned fox den, as if she had been born of the earth. she remembers nothing of any previous days she have lived, only the names of planets and animals, all except her own. who was she? where were her parents? siblings? did she even have any?
she could not hunt or fight, for she did not know how. she lived off two-legs, and ran from fights. she felt her heart turn colder each day as she continued to suffer and wallow in her confusion. why was it her who had been born to such a life, if she had been born at all? what kind of parents left there kit all alone, without any means to protect herself or fend for herself?
she tried her paw at conversation with other cats, only to be driven away. it was either, she smelled of kitty-pet, or she was a rotten loner or just not good enough. what was wrong with her that she couldn’t fit in with others of her kind?
maybe she didn’t belong anywhere...

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lets see the way you groove
rp sample
music to my ears

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missed a step
other
something bothering you mister

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[Neon Blue]

Accepted