Name - Elora

Age - Eight

Gender - Female

Eye Colour - Her eyes are the only thing she did not inherit from her father- where his are the brightest citrine that were warm and welcoming, her own were a pale shade of green. They had their moments of warmth and welcome, but otherwise they remained neutral and simply observant. Throughout this pale, sage green colour if one looked close enough they would find sparatic streaks of citrine hidden within, which simply accents the green of her gaze and makes it all the more piercing.

Appearance - Built much like her father, she stands at a solid 38 inches at the shoulder and weighs in at 137 lbs. Her structure is one of an even build- her skills in endurance, agility, speed, and strength all being quite up to par and even. Her limbs are lean and strong with muscle and flesh, her coat thick and the perfect insulator. After all- her blood was that of the cold, of the far north and thus she was bred for climates that others would perish in.
Always taking after her father, the main colour of her lush pelt is a deep, cinnamon russet colour, and it paints her from head to toe. She holds no blemishes save for the barest hint of white speckles upon her chest, as well as upon the back of her ears leading all the way down the nape of her neck and spine to halfway down her back. Here the white blends in with the main russet and there ends any peculiar markings.

Personality - Above all things, she is calm and she is collected. She knows how to handle herself, what she is capable of, and what her limits are. She also knows a lesson that most find it hard to unravel- the fact that there's never a point in one's life where they stop learning, or have learned all there possibly is. It simply cannot be done and this she knows quite well.

While she has had a happy, content, and warm upbringing so far, she knows that there are hardships and turmoils within the world. Some are within reach, and some are not. Tales and stories spun by her fathers creative charm and cunning mind have caused her to hold an imperitive imagination. She is prone to boughts of day dreaming though her senses are always on the alert, always on the watch. One could never be too careful, after all.

There is an idea. It is one obsessive and consuming, serene and wondrous. Most do not know, but some do. It is they who seek it out, that purity of light at the end of the tunnel- the life within the ash. So as her father would say, at least. Paradise.

History - There is not all too much to tell- beside the fact that her father is Rio, used-to-be Gamma of Bright Moon. She was born and raised in another land, but stories of a place reborn from death had always fascinated her. And so when the time came, she set off on her journey in the direction her father pointed her- toward his previous home and the source of his own heart-break and sorrow. And after she had satisfied herself with her time at his favourite place, at long last had come the time to find him again. Last she knew he dwelled in a place called Moladion, and so she searches for just that place.

Imprintability - Yes

OOC - Chloe