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Description
{ Name } Aria Rose

{ Age } 1 ½ years.

{ Gender } Female

{ Rank/Occupation } Busgirl

{ Attitude } [Quiet] [Sweet] [Insecure/Depressed]

Quiet - Aria is very quiet and timid. Despite how nice she is, she finds it difficult to get close to people and becomes easily flustered.

Sweet - There’s hardly a time that Aria isn’t being sweet to everyone and anyone. So she’s gets very sensitive if people hate her.

Insecure/Depressed - You probably won’t find a more insecure cat than her, but she hides it. Her insecurity and her past causes her depression, that she also masks very well.

{ History } Aria has lived a happy life for a long time. She had two loving parents, and an older brother. Though at one point, she had been kidnapped and sexually abused. She wasn’t found for several weeks. Her family treated her differently after that. They found it so odd that she could go back to being ‘happy’ after what had happened. They treated her like she was fragile and would break at any second. Later on, her leg had to be amputated when she was hit by a car. Yet she went on being the sweet cat she had always been. Her mother was diagnosed with brain cancer, and died young. She had her brother had been very close with their mother, and her older brother committed suicide. So after so much struggle getting over the deaths, she left for Las Vegas.

{ Accessories }

Beanie - She mostly wears assorted beanies, that all have flowers attached to them.

Charm bracelet - She had gotten it from her grandmother, and adds charms that represents different people in her life.

{ Relationships }

-pending-

{ Other //Optional }

{ Roleplay sample } (From Walio in THK)

Walio crept carefully out of the dens, careful not to wake anyone. He lifted his muzzle to the air, twitching his nose. The cool morning made him shiver, fluffing up his pelt. He silently as possible, walked out of camp. He glanced back over his shoulder, then darted out into the territory. His tail twitched as he walked forward, sure he was the only one up. The air was crisp and cold. It was a nice change from the blazing sun that had been beating down constantly. He enjoyed getting up early, to patrol the borders alone. Especially without the heat of evening. He huffed as he walked, the tall grass brushing against his legs. He never did like to go on patrols with others. He enjoyed the quiet, something he got rarely. He sighed to himself in content, loving the peace.

Character and art (c) Me

Description
{ Name } Aria Rose

{ Age } 1 ½ years.

{ Gender } Female

{ Rank/Occupation } Busgirl

{ Attitude } [Quiet] [Sweet] [Insecure/Depressed]

Quiet - Aria is very quiet and timid. Despite how nice she is, she finds it difficult to get close to people and becomes easily flustered.

Sweet - There’s hardly a time that Aria isn’t being sweet to everyone and anyone. So she’s gets very sensitive if people hate her.

Insecure/Depressed - You probably won’t find a more insecure cat than her, but she hides it. Her insecurity and her past causes her depression, that she also masks very well.

{ History } Aria has lived a happy life for a long time. She had two loving parents, and an older brother. Though at one point, she had been kidnapped and sexually abused. She wasn’t found for several weeks. Her family treated her differently after that. They found it so odd that she could go back to being ‘happy’ after what had happened. They treated her like she was fragile and would break at any second. Later on, her leg had to be amputated when she was hit by a car. Yet she went on being the sweet cat she had always been. Her mother was diagnosed with brain cancer, and died young. She had her brother had been very close with their mother, and her older brother committed suicide. So after so much struggle getting over the deaths, she left for Las Vegas.

{ Accessories }

Beanie - She mostly wears assorted beanies, that all have flowers attached to them.

Charm bracelet - She had gotten it from her grandmother, and adds charms that represents different people in her life.

{ Relationships }

-pending-

{ Other //Optional }

{ Roleplay sample } (From Walio in THK)

Walio crept carefully out of the dens, careful not to wake anyone. He lifted his muzzle to the air, twitching his nose. The cool morning made him shiver, fluffing up his pelt. He silently as possible, walked out of camp. He glanced back over his shoulder, then darted out into the territory. His tail twitched as he walked forward, sure he was the only one up. The air was crisp and cold. It was a nice change from the blazing sun that had been beating down constantly. He enjoyed getting up early, to patrol the borders alone. Especially without the heat of evening. He huffed as he walked, the tall grass brushing against his legs. He never did like to go on patrols with others. He enjoyed the quiet, something he got rarely. He sighed to himself in content, loving the peace.

Character and art (c) Me