Amira Isra

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AMIRA ISRA

" You never left me alone, My sweet unknown, So sweet, you're so unknown, You could see right through me, "

Back to Basics||

Name: Amira Isra
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Pack: Seifal
Rank: Beta Female
Other:

Short personality description: Highly creative, thinker, flirty, exotic.

A Quick Glance in the Mirror||

Looks/Attributes:

Amira has the body of a maned wolf. Because of this, she has the typical markings and attributes along with the build of such. Her legs are long and her snout is slim, her ears are fuller and her tail is slightly thinner. However, instead of the dark pumpkin fur of a regular maned wolf, Amira Isra has long golden fur coating her back. She has black legs, smudging into the gold where the two tones touch, as well as a black muzzle and black 'mane'. Her tail is white, mainly on the underside but traveling up the sides and tip as well. She has honey colored eyes, a dazzling light gold color with flecks of white or lighter colored gold in the irises. On top of her creamy golden pelt, she has black dapples, almost grunge-y looking swipes of black streaking across her back.

Height: 36"
Weight: 60 lbs.
Eyes: Honey gold
Pelt: Gold with black dapples.

More?||

Personality:

Amira is an interesting woman. Her native language is Arabic, not English like most of Sentenia, giving her a very exotic feel. She is fascinated by gold and silver jewelry, but her heart lies with anything made out of gold. Amira has never been fond of the idea of mate-hood, but she'd be willing to accept should the opportunity arise. She has always been in love with the art of alchemy. Making mixtures to heal others has always been her passion, much like her passion for gold. She has always been a superb alchemist, and has cured many people in her homeland from illnesses that have been thought incurable. In reality, Amira is a bit of a slut, but it's never apparent to anyone but her and people who really look at her, as she isn't completely obvious about it. She likes to butter her men up first, then steal them away in the midst of the night. Often times she seems very innocent and can easily trick others into thinking she's absolutely harmless, however she's been known to steal away the mates of her Arabian sisters back in her native pack.

Likes: At least three.

• Alchemy
  
• Gold
  
• Hot, arid weather
  
• Men
  

Dislikes: At least three.

• Snow/cold weather
  
• Bats
  
• Fleas
  

Strengths: At least three.

• Exotic appearance
  
• Strong hunter
  
• Brilliant alchemist
  

Weaknesses: At least three.

• Smaller sized
  
• Heavy accent makes for difficult communication
  
• Can be extremely bad with holding grudges.
  

History: Growing up where she did, Amira did not have a normal childhood. Normal for her, of course, but not for anyone else she talked to in this modern day. Amira Isra was born to Hadaad Isra and Shameila Isra, with numerous brothers and sisters that she couldn't keep track of. Most of her sisters had either died from disease, rape, or exhaustion, as they had been weak hearted and allowed themselves to be treated just as any other Arabic woman. Amira, on the other hand, who stood out to her father as a strong willed yet polite and respectful woman, was kept from being mated to some stranger.

Hadaad loved his daughter as if she were a son to another Arabic father. He praised her and cherished her, and in such he taught her the ways of an Alchemist. She took to it immediately; if she wouldn't mate off to a prince or something of the sort, then he would settle for her being a brilliant addition to society. After the first two years of her life, she decided to leave her birth pack and set out to find her own, as the way women were treated within her home lands had pushed her to the limit. Her father, loving his daughter to the fullest, let her go and she set off on her own.

Meet the Family||

Sire: Hadaad Isra
Dam: Shameila Isra
Siblings: Unknown
Other relations:

The Creator||

Name: Vanadium
Age: Almost 16.
Other characters: None so far.
Role play sample:

Without looking at the strange dapples running across the length of my body, I was a beautiful golden vixen, eyes a honey crusted hue and my legs a coal smudged tone. As the smudged black ran up my legs it eventually met spider-webbed dapples that tainted the beautiful gold with splotchy, textured bits. Do not get me wrong, I love my pelt. It had an eerie yet elegant look to it, and I was always being complimented on it. As a regal being I did not care for those who complimented me; I was used to it, by now. From the pack I grew up in, every daughter was held as a great treasure and to be prized within the family.

I had wandered away from my home on my own, seeking out a destiny away from my pack and family. I loved them dearly, but I could not stay; it was difficult to live within the same pack as my parents. Having grown up on very strict standards, I was not a very sociable wolf, but I knew that I had to fix this. My father had never been pleased with me as I had never bore children, but of him and my mother, he loved me the most out of all my litter; I was the prettiest, I had the most common sense. He had raised a strong daughter, he knew that from day one.

As my coal black legs carried me further into this strange territory, I looked around and shivered. I was not a fan of the cold, no, not at all; I was a desert wolf. The stone caves and the dry ground were my friend, but it was a little too chilly for my liking, even though it was a fairly warm day for Harena. I was wondering who I would find today, but I was on my way to look for a strange, rare mushroom that lay deep inside the caverns of Harena.

I slipped my thin body down deep into the cracks of the rock, letting my eyes getting used to the dark before I traveled any farther down into the abyss. It was fairly light in here, but I knew that there were places in these caves and tunnels where it would be absolutely impossible to see. I had been in here only once before, and that was to retrieve bat blood; that was not a pleasant task. I absolutely loathed bats, the filthy creatures. But their blood made for a good, permanent dye in the war paint I had been making, and it had served it's purpose well.

The smell of the caverns was not the best, but I knew better than to complain. In my profession I had dealt with tons of strange and foul odors before, so this was nothing. But as I felt along the ledges with my little black feet, another odd scent reached my black nose. The scent of wolf; I knew these caverns were available to the rest of Sentenia's population, but I had never really smelt any other people in here. It was strange.

Then, a new, scary thought occurred to me. What happened if my simple search for mushrooms turned into my death? I was not a strong fighter. Even though I was a strong and fast runner, I could not escape these narrow tunnels fast enough to get away from a hostile beast. Would the stranger in here terrorize me, would I fall to my death in the endless, horribly dark crevices below?

I shivered slightly. I did not want to run into whatever was in here, so I stayed absolutely silent.

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[Asphyxia]

Accepted.
- Ash.