baby, there's a shark in the water

[ACEZ!]

flutter
HE WAITS IN THE DARKNESS, HE HAS TO PLAY A PART
TROUBLE IS A FRIEND, TROUBLE IS A FRIEND OF MINE. OH
TROUBLE IS A FRIEND, BUT TROUBLE IS A FOE

NAME... Flutter
AGE... three seasons
SEASON CREATED... summer
YEAR CREATED... Year One
GENDER... female
SPECIES... Malayan Tiger

APPEARANCE...

Flutter is extremely small, minscule and delicate, earning her the name flutter, in thought of similar butterflies. However, don't take her small shape as a weakness. She can easily dance her way around enemies, and sometimes her friends as well. With her small rounded ears, large eyes and even larger whiskers, she is rather comically looking. Of course, this is excluding the jumping, the dancing of fear and the sometimes the stumbling over her own paws. With small black stripes and pale orange fur, Flutter is not exactly the most colorful or strongest of tigers. Flutter has only the common bold black stripes of tiger on her face, causing her face to be the most interesting thing about her, with her purple nose and odd black patch that covers the bridge of her nose. Scrawny and small, Flutter seems to suffer from stunted growth, and will grow some more, but will remain short. Her ribs often stick out, for not only is she scared to hunt, but she is a hypochondriac and refuses to eat deserted kill in case of illness. .

PERSONALITY...PARANOID;;Oh flutter, she really is quite paranoid. To the things that go bump in the night, to the birds flying in the air. Always one or another fear is on her mind, causing her to stay in one place to fleeing to anothre. It's always the sense of something hanging over her head, ready to pound upon with danger. And it's not just one fear or two, it's more, causing her fatigue, hunger, sometimes dehydration. You can never be too careful she says, but really, the poor tigress can't go anywhere, or meet anyone without choking up or panicking. Her paranoia is fueled by many things, be it the time of day, her mood or the people around her.

IMAGINATIVE;; On her good days, flutter can whip up a story that could put books to shame. But on her bad days, at night when all is quiet, her imagination gets the better of her, causing the noises to be amplified, glowing eyes that watch her, and eventually cause her to run through the night and sleep through the day.

LOUD;; Flutter has a habit of being loud when ever she is in a flighty or truly panicked mood, which is often. Her tendency is to start out whispering before yelling, screaming, yelping at anything that goes on behind her, in front of her. This loud outburst is usually followed by a few panicked breaths, squeaking, coughing, frozen on the spot, before something else manages to scare her off.

FAINT OF HEART;; Which really, is a nice way of saying that Flutter is a wimp. Maybe you've already guess that, but really, I better put it down just in case.She's the one that's the first the panic, the first one to die in a horror film, the person who would faint at your wedding. They say adrenaline helps the body, gathers energy which you can then harness. Any adrenaline that even dares to enter Flutter's body sends her frantic and it's not rare to see her faint.

FORGIVING;; It doesn't matter what you are or what you've done, Flutter is always ready to forgive and forget. You could be an out-law or a criminal, she wouldn't care. Perhaps this is more carelessness than forgiving, but any crimes held upon herself is easily forgotten.

OBSESSED;; Flutter never stops twitching, yelling, screaming. Everything, absolutely EVERYTHING, has to be in perfect order, perfect match, perfect name. She'll twitch, put the herbs in one area, and then decided against it and put them in another area, before moving them back and forth. If something doesn't go correctly, Flutter immediately there to make things right, with her hate for violence and strong love for justice, Flutter has to keep everything alright. There are times, where Flutter is too late to pick up the strings and she, she just falls apart.

RULE-ABIDER;; Flutter is extremely obsessed with the rules, and she follows them with dedication, after all the rules keep everyone safe, and being safe is what Flutter strives for. Flutter is constantly telling everyone to follow the rules, and to listen to the warrior code, so much, to keep her clan safe, she will make up rules that she will follow with high dedication.

LOW SELF-ESTEEM;; if it's one thing that Flutter will do, is beat herself up. Any fault, even if it isn't her own, she will immediately cry and promise to do better, to do anything that will make it right. Any compliment in her ears, is a sorrowful lie, told to stop her hysterics, so she barely takes it as the truth.

HISTORY...

Flutter was the smallest, weakest of her litter, in fact, it was thought by all that she would die and it was called a miracle when Flutter opened her eyes. However, she immediately shut them and started to whimper, delving deeper into her parent's stomach. Even as a kit, she was scared of the world. Time grew on and Flutterpaw barely left the queen's den, watching with fearful eyes as her brothers romped around outside. It was when she was two moons old, did her mother roll her eyes and push Flutter forcefully out of the queen's den, sending Flutter out into the cruel world. Screaming in fear, Flutter broke down into hysterical sobs, curled into a fetal position, waiting for something to kill her. It was only when Fire went up and licked his sister between the head lovingly, which was soon followed by a reassuring purr by Bigk, her eldest brother. And so the three kits swore to protect one another.

Fire however, did not make it to their sixth birthday. Fire, in hopes of getting respect snuck out, and came back dead. Flutter was in hysterics and refused to leave her mother's den for three moons. By then, her mother forced her out and Flutter was left to fend for herself. Every now and then, she meets Big, her eldest brother, but always from afar, too scared to meet her brother's eyes.

[ooc;] acez
[other charecters;] flutter, zynatherious, mus mus, wren
[password;] bubbly water
[roleplay sample;]

ah, yes that.

[/color] She grimaced. Of course she had heard of that popular silver event, in which she had no desire of going to. I will not be attending that event. She said, her voice not wavering. She gave a small chuckle at the thought, actually. my invitation didn't make it to me.[/color] Indeed, her self-appointed messenger had ripped up the envelope in a mass hysteric event, claiming it was a letter from his rivaled enemies. When Malsumsis claimed it was an invitation to a ball, Xephilious had looked her dead in the eye and claimed dangerous before scuttling away like a crab.

So, due to the fact she hated balls and people and other festivities and the fact that Xephilious who had been once in his life been serious, she was not going. And yet somehow, she was pleased that neither one of them was going. It filled with her with pleasure he wasn't going to get a poisoned drink or get in a bar fight.

I never said you evil![/color] She protested immediately, her ears going up and she bit her lip. they just make me nervous.[/color] Well, she wasn't lying through her teeth this time, any hunter of any sorts made her nervous. With swords and axes and teeth and claws, sharp nasty little things that could pierce the skin so easily, it made her shiver both physically and mentally.

As he continued speaking, she felt the fur on her neck rise as the stones among his neck glowed bitter blood red and it took biting on her tongue not to let out a high-pitched squeel. Of course, some terrians could emit their emotions through rocks. She had her own stone, a pale green thing hanging on a golden thread which was given to her by her younger brother. It glowed whenever she was in a time of danger, usually heightened by her other senses. But red was such an angry color that she had to blink several times before she managed to speak again, her voice dry again.

Wha? I-I am to one with nature! You-youv'e never seen a more-more in tuned with nature than me! I am a downright, dirty, gritty, more nature intuned treehugger youv'e ever met before![/color] She protested, slightly irritated although you could hardly tell through her stumbled sentences. She sat angrily on her haunches, hoping that would help settle the matter. Just because she didnt coo to every butterfly she saw humming that didn't mean she wasnt one with nature.

Of course, as she thought about it, her ears sort of drooped and she put on a sheepish smile. Ah, ah i guess i don't really look the part do i?[/color] She was flowing like a weeping willow, nor was she calm and justified, but jumpy and all over the place.

She looked at Jethro and cocked her ears straight to sky. She blushed, and hoped it didnt show through her dark brown mask of a face. iain't much of a puh-people person. ah, i uh.. just act like one.[/color] She shuffled her paws nervously, her eyes on the floor and avoiding the warm gaze of the kind gentleman in front of her.[/size][/blockquote]

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