Ara
Name --
Ara Origin of Name -- N/A Gender -- Female // "she/her" Species -- Viscet // Artist -- Soulspoison |
Personality --
Shy-Calm-Loyal-Compassionate-Naive
Ara is shy, often unwilling to meet new people, and much more willing to spend time with friends she already knows.
When under pressure she is calm and collected, and may even scoot her way into leader, until another Viscet can take her place once more. She's more loyal than a wolf, protecting her friends and family with her life, if need be, and she cares for them all.
Nothing injured or alone will pass under her gaze, though, she simply drag them with her and talk to them, as she hates when others are sad.
It's because Ara is so loyal and compassionate that she is Naive, and often she believes she can see through to the good in anyone, even if part of her knows it's impossible, she'll still push forwards.
Shy-Calm-Loyal-Compassionate-Naive
Ara is shy, often unwilling to meet new people, and much more willing to spend time with friends she already knows.
When under pressure she is calm and collected, and may even scoot her way into leader, until another Viscet can take her place once more. She's more loyal than a wolf, protecting her friends and family with her life, if need be, and she cares for them all.
Nothing injured or alone will pass under her gaze, though, she simply drag them with her and talk to them, as she hates when others are sad.
It's because Ara is so loyal and compassionate that she is Naive, and often she believes she can see through to the good in anyone, even if part of her knows it's impossible, she'll still push forwards.
Friends and Family --
Ara loves her Mother and Father, even if they don't understand her odd fascination with water. They've grown slightly more distant over the years, but that's to be expected. One of her friends is Talia, a rather calm and relaxed (read: lazy) Viscet who loves to lay in the sun or swim with Ara for brief periods. |
Mate/Crush --
No one at the moment! She's open I suppose but I would like to actively rp them. So no random breedings <3 |
History --
Ara grew up in a small pack, surrounded by mountains to the west and south, and a huge lake (Maybe even an ocean, she's never swam far enough to find out, mists surround it a few miles out) on the east. To the north, south, and west is the forest that knows no bounds, and most likely goes for thousands of acres. Most of her pack split up early on because of a major disagreement. Her parents stayed, loyal to their leader even as they watched friends and family leave. Now that her pack is so small, Ara has more freedom to do what she wants, but she pays for it in not knowing many Viscets. Her pack is now nomad-ish, wandering the large confines of their seemingly endless and unchallenged territory. Viscets are free to come and go as they please, as long as they help out. Despite her somewhat isolating childhood, Ara has had a pretty average life for a Viscet, nothing too extraordinary has happened.. yet. |
Likes --
xxx |
Quirks --
xxx |
Dislikes --
xx |
Favorite Memory --
Once, Ara was walking along the coastline to the beach, where she was readying herself for her daily swim.
As she dove in the water she closed her eyes, the familiar swoosh of the water sliding past her instantly calmed her as she opened her eyes in the semi-darkness. The sun overhead was no longer a bright ball of fire, but a illuminated ball in the sky, sending streams of light, distorted in the water.
As she takes a long look around, she once again marvels at the beauty of the water, and how it can make her weightless. She angles herself downward, swimming to her favorite spot, a small colorful, coral reef, with small fish darting every which way.
But as she reaches it she sees a turtle, caught in a loose fishing net. She opens her mouth in surprise, many bubbles escaping and slowly making their way to the surface, before popping.
Ara dives down to the turtle, and starts struggling with the net. She can already see it has cut his flippers deeply, and needs to take a breath. She let's out a deep exhale, calming herself. She slowly allows the water to carry her up, the turtle giving her a forlorn look. She breaks the surface and takes a deep breath, before slowly sinking down again.
As she reaches the turtle, she uses her fangs, which with much tugging, breaks the net. The turtle sails up again, going to the surface to breathe. But not before she sees an arrow pointing upwards within a circle marking on it's belly.
The turtle gives her one long look, most likely a thank you, before sailing away, bubbles in the wake of it's trail.
Ara floats upwards, stunned, she feels slightly proud. That was the turtle of Isola island, a famous legend in her pack. The turtle has said to save many creatures of all kinds, and has been swimming the ocean for well over a hundred years. It also has been said to give great gifts to creatures who do good things in it's presence.
When she had swam to shore, she saw her father watching, standing straight and proud, before running towards her.
He wrapped her in a bear-hug. Then he leaned his head close to her ear.
"I'm so proud of you." Maybe that was the turtle's gift to her, having her father be here, to say that. They hadn't always gotten along, but right now, with the wind blowing, the sun shining, and the waves slapping against the shore, and her father hugging her, was the proudest moment of her life.
"I love you." She whispers.
Once, Ara was walking along the coastline to the beach, where she was readying herself for her daily swim.
As she dove in the water she closed her eyes, the familiar swoosh of the water sliding past her instantly calmed her as she opened her eyes in the semi-darkness. The sun overhead was no longer a bright ball of fire, but a illuminated ball in the sky, sending streams of light, distorted in the water.
As she takes a long look around, she once again marvels at the beauty of the water, and how it can make her weightless. She angles herself downward, swimming to her favorite spot, a small colorful, coral reef, with small fish darting every which way.
But as she reaches it she sees a turtle, caught in a loose fishing net. She opens her mouth in surprise, many bubbles escaping and slowly making their way to the surface, before popping.
Ara dives down to the turtle, and starts struggling with the net. She can already see it has cut his flippers deeply, and needs to take a breath. She let's out a deep exhale, calming herself. She slowly allows the water to carry her up, the turtle giving her a forlorn look. She breaks the surface and takes a deep breath, before slowly sinking down again.
As she reaches the turtle, she uses her fangs, which with much tugging, breaks the net. The turtle sails up again, going to the surface to breathe. But not before she sees an arrow pointing upwards within a circle marking on it's belly.
The turtle gives her one long look, most likely a thank you, before sailing away, bubbles in the wake of it's trail.
Ara floats upwards, stunned, she feels slightly proud. That was the turtle of Isola island, a famous legend in her pack. The turtle has said to save many creatures of all kinds, and has been swimming the ocean for well over a hundred years. It also has been said to give great gifts to creatures who do good things in it's presence.
When she had swam to shore, she saw her father watching, standing straight and proud, before running towards her.
He wrapped her in a bear-hug. Then he leaned his head close to her ear.
"I'm so proud of you." Maybe that was the turtle's gift to her, having her father be here, to say that. They hadn't always gotten along, but right now, with the wind blowing, the sun shining, and the waves slapping against the shore, and her father hugging her, was the proudest moment of her life.
"I love you." She whispers.