Post by Bri on Nov 25, 2020 6:55:35 GMT
Flora||Gatherer Garde
General Information
Alias(es): Flora
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 3.5 Years
Pack: Au'Dar
Rank: Gatherer Garde
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Name: Dandy
Species: Rabbit, Holland Lop
Height/Weight-She stands rather small at 26 inches and weighs 70 pounds.
Scent-She a soft floral scent about her, much like her name sake. She spends a lot of time in the flowers so the scent of meadow flowers follow her.
Voice-Mandy More from Tangled, her voice is a bit childish and reveals her innocent and sweet ways.
If you do her wrong, she will justify your actions in her mind, she will reason out that it’s her fault or that the other wolf is just having a hard day. She swallows back any tears and go on with a kind look on her face. Often, she is caught being a type of therapist for those going through a hard time. Most of the time she enjoys it, but sometimes she wishes she had the courage to run away from it all.
Courage. That’s something that isn’t her friend, it never has been. She is one to shrink back instead of fight for herself. She keeps her mind occupied with what life could be, not what it is, she hopes that she can make a different to someone someday but isn’t sure how, to keep herself from becoming too obsessive about what could of been she focuses on her work, keeping her craft meticulously organized in a way that soothes her.
Confidence isn’t her friend either. She lacks it severely. The only time she is confident is when she is caring the others and even then, if a superior comes around her paws become shaky and throat dry. She doesn’t perform well under pressure or when it comes to the idea of leadership possibilities. She is a good little worker bee and panics at the idea of being in charge, even if she truly knows what she's doing. It's like the moment she's given responsibility her mind and body forgets what to do.
She prefers to keep her head down low and her hopes up high. She daydreams when not on task and follows her superiors with the utmost loyalty.
Relationships:
Familial:
None
Acquaintances:
None
Friends:
None
Enemies:
None
Tracker||Plotter
General Information
Alias(es): Flora
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 3.5 Years
Pack: Au'Dar
Rank: Gatherer Garde
Tafa Information
Name: Dandy
Species: Rabbit, Holland Lop
Appearance
Physical Description-She looks almost like a stuffed animal. Flora’s pelt is soft and fluffy in various shades of blonds and browns. Her nose a deep black on her petit face and though her eyes are a deep brown, they look black at most times. She has a slim frame, not one for fighting, but for giving her extra grace to her step as weaves between tree like an ethereal spirit. Being of small stature she is often overlooked and presumed younger than she already is. One of the things that makes her stand out his tail. Instead of flowing down to the ground in a graceful arc it stops short of her mid leg, stuck out almost like a broomstick. This results in her not having the best balance, but she makes do, though is careful to steer clear of precarious high up areas. Though her paws appear normal in size, the pads of them are dark black and appear misshaped. Height/Weight-She stands rather small at 26 inches and weighs 70 pounds.
Scent-She a soft floral scent about her, much like her name sake. She spends a lot of time in the flowers so the scent of meadow flowers follow her.
Voice-Mandy More from Tangled, her voice is a bit childish and reveals her innocent and sweet ways.
Reputation + Personality
You could say there isn’t a mean bone in her body. She is a sweet natured soul who will give the pelt off her back for anyone. You could say this makes it extremely easy to take advantage of her, give her a good story and she’ll believe every word of it, add in some water works and her heart will melt. She is selfless and kind, she is nurturing. If you do her wrong, she will justify your actions in her mind, she will reason out that it’s her fault or that the other wolf is just having a hard day. She swallows back any tears and go on with a kind look on her face. Often, she is caught being a type of therapist for those going through a hard time. Most of the time she enjoys it, but sometimes she wishes she had the courage to run away from it all.
Courage. That’s something that isn’t her friend, it never has been. She is one to shrink back instead of fight for herself. She keeps her mind occupied with what life could be, not what it is, she hopes that she can make a different to someone someday but isn’t sure how, to keep herself from becoming too obsessive about what could of been she focuses on her work, keeping her craft meticulously organized in a way that soothes her.
Confidence isn’t her friend either. She lacks it severely. The only time she is confident is when she is caring the others and even then, if a superior comes around her paws become shaky and throat dry. She doesn’t perform well under pressure or when it comes to the idea of leadership possibilities. She is a good little worker bee and panics at the idea of being in charge, even if she truly knows what she's doing. It's like the moment she's given responsibility her mind and body forgets what to do.
She prefers to keep her head down low and her hopes up high. She daydreams when not on task and follows her superiors with the utmost loyalty.
History
Like all the Au’Dar Flora was born into the pack, but in the dead of winter. Her litter was small, containing only her and her twin sister Fauna. Their parents, Clover and Reed weren’t the most interested in pups, you could say the girls were happy little accidents, minus the happiness. Clover had little to no maternal instincts and Reed was too concerned with his own wellbeing and status in the pack to even remember he had a family. Their parent's relationship was strained, and their focus was rarely on the girls.
When they were only a few weeks old the pups managed to wiggle their way out of the den while both parents had left them unattended, their reasons for leaving always changing, making some believe they planned for the tragedy to happen.
The wind was blowing with vengeance, snow flew every direction as the temperature dropped below freezing. The girls were caught near a snow drift, whimpering and cowering together, unsure of how to return to the den and too young to understand what was happening. Flora and Fauna struggled to share warmth and as time passed, Flora felt her sister's warmth fade as the tiny body froze, Flora herself was starting to lose feeling in her tail and paws. If it wasn’t for Silver finding them, both girls would have been lost.
That day the Anima had lost her temper. She saw no reason for these pups to suffer and brought the crime against her parents to the Centurion. It took days to consider what would happen, by then Clover and Reed were outcasts of their own pack, even their Tafa’s-a squirrel and hare, had left them. There’s no worse shame than losing one's Tafa. This sign and their negligence is what lead to Clover and Reed being exiled from their pack.
Silver helped bury Fauna’s tiny body while, with the help of a Avante Guard Healer, severed the frost-bitten end of Flora’s tail, thankfully they were able to save her paws, though sometimes the young girl can’t feel them, making her clumsy in moments of high tension or bitter cold.
Flora went on to be raised by a Gatherer who couldn’t bore her own pups and widowed of of mate. She was taught kindness and how to be there for others. Flora considered this wolf, Joclyn, to be her mother and thanks the Gods every day that she was blessed to have her. Flora doesn’t think much of her parents, if she does it makes her a sad-an emotion she wants to avoid at all costs, the only time she allows herself to feel it is when she visits her sisters grave on the border of the pack lands.
Flora grew up with strong female role models who remain protective over her, even as she has taken on a rank of Gatherer Garde and partnered with a beloved Tafa. Though Flora loves her pack, she sometimes questions them, though would never voice such opinions, especially after everything that has happened to her. She owes the pack her life but she also thinks that it's time to look towards opening back up. Sometimes staying to oneself for too long can lead to destruction.
Like all the Au’Dar Flora was born into the pack, but in the dead of winter. Her litter was small, containing only her and her twin sister Fauna. Their parents, Clover and Reed weren’t the most interested in pups, you could say the girls were happy little accidents, minus the happiness. Clover had little to no maternal instincts and Reed was too concerned with his own wellbeing and status in the pack to even remember he had a family. Their parent's relationship was strained, and their focus was rarely on the girls.
When they were only a few weeks old the pups managed to wiggle their way out of the den while both parents had left them unattended, their reasons for leaving always changing, making some believe they planned for the tragedy to happen.
The wind was blowing with vengeance, snow flew every direction as the temperature dropped below freezing. The girls were caught near a snow drift, whimpering and cowering together, unsure of how to return to the den and too young to understand what was happening. Flora and Fauna struggled to share warmth and as time passed, Flora felt her sister's warmth fade as the tiny body froze, Flora herself was starting to lose feeling in her tail and paws. If it wasn’t for Silver finding them, both girls would have been lost.
That day the Anima had lost her temper. She saw no reason for these pups to suffer and brought the crime against her parents to the Centurion. It took days to consider what would happen, by then Clover and Reed were outcasts of their own pack, even their Tafa’s-a squirrel and hare, had left them. There’s no worse shame than losing one's Tafa. This sign and their negligence is what lead to Clover and Reed being exiled from their pack.
Silver helped bury Fauna’s tiny body while, with the help of a Avante Guard Healer, severed the frost-bitten end of Flora’s tail, thankfully they were able to save her paws, though sometimes the young girl can’t feel them, making her clumsy in moments of high tension or bitter cold.
Flora went on to be raised by a Gatherer who couldn’t bore her own pups and widowed of of mate. She was taught kindness and how to be there for others. Flora considered this wolf, Joclyn, to be her mother and thanks the Gods every day that she was blessed to have her. Flora doesn’t think much of her parents, if she does it makes her a sad-an emotion she wants to avoid at all costs, the only time she allows herself to feel it is when she visits her sisters grave on the border of the pack lands.
Flora grew up with strong female role models who remain protective over her, even as she has taken on a rank of Gatherer Garde and partnered with a beloved Tafa. Though Flora loves her pack, she sometimes questions them, though would never voice such opinions, especially after everything that has happened to her. She owes the pack her life but she also thinks that it's time to look towards opening back up. Sometimes staying to oneself for too long can lead to destruction.
Relationships:
Familial:
None
Acquaintances:
None
Friends:
None
Enemies:
None
Tracker||Plotter
Staff Tag:
Cheshire
Cheshire
Her Song
