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Villager: Cloud

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Feral • Chaotic • Impulsive • Aloof • Short-Tempered • Selfless • Catalyst • Curious • Honest • Caring

Cloud is predominantly guided by feral instincts. She obeys neither good nor evil, and believes morality is subjective. While she does not seem to take a strong stance on anything, she is always passionate in the moment, and gives her all to what she believes is right in that very moment. Despite this, she tends to holds others at arms length, intentionally remaining aloof and distant. The desire to be close to others, to show affection and kindness is natural, but the environment she grew up in nurtured the opposite traits.

Her temper is set on a short fuse; quick to flare up, but just as easy to placate. She often flip flops from one extreme to the next, but rarely regrets her actions or their results. In a way, she is selfless, encouraging others to follow their whims and desires, whatever they may be. In a sense she acts as a catalyst, sparking the fuse that ignites action; rarely ever is she the one to instigate. She finds others to be intriguing, and constantly analyses their reactions and behaviors, trying to learn from other lions as if to piece together the things that she has missed out on.

Above all, Cloud values honesty. She is honest to the extreme, and will do her best not to lie. Because of this, she will often be vague or cryptic if giving explanations, and does not often make promises. She considers lying to be one of the highest offenses against her, and if she catches someone in a lie, she will take it personally.

A P P E A R A N C E

Cloud is a medium sized female, favouring the shorter end of the spectrum, but with a long body. She is lithe, clearly built for endurance over strength. Well suited for running, she has a deep chest, and defined musculature around her legs. Her fur is creamy, and warm in colour, short in length to give her coat an almost metallic shine. It grows out at the top of her head, delicately curving over her forehead, the very tips sun-bleached to white, just like her tail tuft. Her undersides are off-white in colour; running from her maw, down her chest and along her belly, and tipping each toe. Darker circles rim the lower half of each eye. Her eyes are a pale lavender, while the right eye is ringed in blue.

While naturally and undeniably gorgeous, there is something about her reluctance to smile that is off putting. Despite her delicate, seraphic features, there are small nuances to indicate a harder lifestyle. Most obvious are the scars that line her back, reaching desperately over her sides. Thick and dark, they form an image of wings sprouting from her shoulders; a token of the sadistic father figure who raised her. In comparison, the thin scars along the backs of her hind legs are practically invisible, while several small scars litter both wrists (the right has slightly more). Another strange modification to her body is the small, round hole that sits comfortably at the base of the outer edge of her left, just beneath a triangular notch torn out of the cartilage.

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