Name: Namara
Nickname(s): Nam
Age: 3 human years
Gender: female
Coat: smooth, silky, and long
Fur Color: She is white, but it's not a bright, pure white color, but more of an off-white, creamy one.
Eye Color: violet/purple
Markings/Scars: none
Build: slight or slender; more suited for speed than power. She also looks emaciated and is smaller than most wolves, as a result of being sick as a pup.
Rank: seeker
Personality: Namara is a very easy going she-wolf. She is normally very kind, but does not socialize easily. Though she possesses a cordial demeanor, she can become defensive if she feels insulted. She can easily be described as an optimistic wolf, always capable of finding the bright side of a situation. She is a friendly, loving soul who would do anything, even put her life at risk, to protect her pack mates, who she largely considers as her family. Never quick to anger, she is relatively gentle and is capable of maintaining a calm demeanor in the face of frustration.
History: Namara was born during a difficult time in her pack. An epidemic had spread through that killed her mother and siblings. She contracted the illness, but survived and grew to maturity. It is speculated, however, that her having the disease when she was a pup is what caused her to be weaker in regards to physical strength, and much smaller than how she should have been. Because of her frail stature, she was viewed as a burden by her birth pack, and she was often picked on and abused by her peers. Unable to bear living in such a lonely, hostile environment anymore, she left her old pack.
Weaknesses: though she is quick, she is not as strong or as bulky as other wolves and could be overtaken in an enclosed space where her speed would not help her. She's also a bit naive and tends to be the wall flower of a group.
Strengths: What she lacks in strength and power she makes up for in speed, intelligence, determination, and optimism.
Talents: very fast sprinter
Habits: pawing at the dirt
Friends: none (at the moment)
Enemies: none (at the moment)
Crushes: he's gone
Mother: Sika (deceased)
Father: Dusk (alive)
Brothers: Ren (deceased) Krios (deceased)
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Yeah, so I thought I'd bring her here, cause I haven't rped her much and hey what do you know! the father she's never met is here! Wow! *grins evilly and rubs hands together*
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