Name: Seradrane
Animal: Feline Mix (Of all of them)
Age: 12 months (One year)
Pelt: A rich, raven black
Pelt markings: Icey blue pelt markings, twining through her velvety fur and up her face and around her eyes. Silver-like mane. (And some bright purple eyeshadow.
Eyes: Icey blue
Gender: Female
Rank wanted: Assasin (Or scout)
Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Sisters/brothers: N/A
Abilities:Can control water, ice, and shadow (Also has minor healing powers with her water powers, being able to stop bleeding and heal minor cuts. She can heal major wounds, but it takes most of her powerand she prefers to be an off-healer.) (Can make shadow solid, turn into a shadow like myst, etc.)
Personality: Seradrane is a good-natured, panther-like feline, having a good heart. She is very loyal and very obediant, but, she is not afraid to go against someone and speak out for what she thinks is right. She will simply suggest ideas that might be better, or just simply stay quiet and think. She is shy and quiet, but she is a wonderful fighter. She knows how to use her powers greatly and accurately, almost never missing an attack. She's a magnificent battler, and can easily beat someone with her long, serrated claws and glassy, serrated fangs. She is horrible to meet on the other side of the field, but is a great one to have on your side, being wise with battle plans and strategies.
History:
When Saradrane was born, she was born in a little waterfall cave. Her coat was a rich black, having adopted it from her parents. Her parents, Ysera and Nelfarion expected her to have a dark, dark blue or a lime green colour to her markings as they did, but instead, she was a mix of an aqua blue and an icey blue, radiating through her pelt and having a beautiful glow to it. She had aqua-blue bangs and icey eyes, with natural, purple-coloured eyeshadow. They were surprised to see her. Ysera, her Mother, had minor healing powers and could control ice, while her father,Nelfarion could control shadow and water. They loved their daughter, her rich, raven-hued coat blended andintertwined with icey blue swirls. Her lovely aquamarine bangs flowed over her icey blue eyes in waves and her tough, ironlike sinews that rippled beneath her sleek, velvety pelt. Disaster struck when a hostile tribe, looking for target practice, found her family and became their ultimate target. Ysera mourned over the undoubted doom that wouldbefall them.She knew that it was her and Nelfarion's time, but she would not let hernewborn daughter,now one month, be cheated of her rightful chance of life. "Hold them off, Nelfarion, i'll be back and we'll fight together, for the last time...." She grabbed her daughter and leapt out of the cave, while her father battled them and pushed them back, gainingtime. Time was of the essence, something that they all needed.Ysera ran as fast as her legs couldcarry her, runningswiftly through the foret, her gait never fualtering. Once she thought she was far enough she stopped andstood by a thick bramble thicket. Bitter tears streamed down her face at the thought of her daughter not being able to go through life without her beloved parents. "Be strong, my daughter. We will watch over you, all the time..." She whispered softly, tearstreaks staining her fur so when the light ricocheted off it cast it a silver. She licked her daughter on the head for the last time, then ran back, her gait even faster than it had been when she was running to save her one and only daughter. She came back to the cave and killed many, many enemies, before the leader thought that was enough and mercilessly slaughtered them while they were weakened. The centurions of the Enemy, thoug hshe never knew who, searched the forest for three days and two nights, searching every thicket. The brambles concealed her scent, hiding her from sight. They eventually gave up the search, and left her for dead, knowing she wouldn't live long.
But, Saradrane's will to live clung to her spirit like any animal of the Wild. She clung to life, but the wild turned her bitter and strong, hardening her muscles and strengthening her will to survive. She wsas stil tender with the woodland animals, the deers teaching her how to be as graceful as them, and the bears teaching her to be as strong as them, and the fox teaching her how to be as cunning and sly as them. She loved her friends, but one day set off, in search of something new.
It has been 11 months since the day her parents were massacred, but sometimes she still sees their shapes, outlined with stars, andhear their whispers of wisdom and help on the breeze.
(Pst it's Syndragosa :DDDD)
