Anisha - Mountain Lion

Player Information
Player Alias: Thenidiel
Player Age: Thirty-three
Player Gender: Female
Player Contact: [e-mail]
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Character Information
Name: Anisha
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Species: Felis concolor {melanistic}

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Physical Description: Anisha is a panther; the kind that is completely black all over, as well as the Florida kind. She is on the smaller side of female cougars, standing 67 cm tall at the shoulders and weighing right around 42 kg. Inky black fur, thicker than usual for a mountain lion, hides a lifetime of scars, mostly from territorial disputes. Her gait tends to favor the left side, as though something might be limiting the use of her right. A smaller throat makes for a sharper cry, even by the standards of other pumas, and her eyes are a greenish-gold, with shades of brown and red, almost like the eyes more commonly seen in clouded leopards.

Personality: Anisha has spent her entire mature life avoiding conflict. As such, while she seems initially friendly, she has a tendency to quickly disappear if moods or even words turn sour. She has never had a territory of her own to control, and never had a cub of her own to raise. As a predator, she has an absolutely wicked sense of gallows humor, and she isn’t shy about it. She seems to be uncomfortable with the solitary nature of her kind, and can usually be found loitering around areas where other predators of her size, (or smaller), can be found with regularity. Though, as she has never had a territory of her own, there is yet to be a place where she could be said to be found reliably.
While there has never been an animal she wouldn’t at least talk to, she will almost always find a place that will just barely hold her before talking with any predator larger than herself. Male cougars, on the other hand, she avoids entirely. If she smells one in the area, she will quickly leave. If asked why, she will become evasive. Whenever she starts to become evasive, make sure not to blink, or she will have vanished into whatever shadow she can find before anyone can open their eyes again.

History: Anisha was born on one of the higher mountains in Ironvale, and when she came out, black as night, her mother named her “sleepless” for she knew the little cub would have the best chance of surviving if she stayed in the night as black as herself. She was the second in a litter that made her mother swear off ever having cubs again. Leilani, the oldest, turned out to be named “royal child” rather prophetically, because her sister never outgrew the spots on her pelt. Kenya was born with stripes around her eyes, earning her the name, and grew to have them all over her body where most cougars have darker and lighter markings. The runt, Angus, was white as the driven snow they were all born in the season of, and when she saw his red eyes, she gave him a name of strength. It was not enough to save him, however; Angus did not live to see the day they left their mother and she never recovered. While it is true that cubs often don’t make it to adulthood, their mother couldn’t bear the loss of her shining snow angel. Being the only male, and the runt in a litter of four had given him a uniquely bright personality; he was always quick with a joke and a smile.
Unfortunately, it was the memory of her brother that led Anisha into a mistake she is still paying for. She and her sisters left their mother at the age of two, like most cougars. It was shortly after this that she learned a very hard lesson: never pick a fight you can’t win. It was against a male cougar, almost twice her size, and it was what she later learned was a territorial dispute. At the time, she had been hoping to make a new friend, but she barely escaped with her life, and almost didn’t survive. The wound has never healed properly; a huge nest of gashes and tears, a bite taken almost clean out of her right shoulder. Ever since then, if she starts to feel moods turning sour, she will vanish. And if she smells a male of her kind, she will move on with the greatest of haste. She believes nothing could ever be worth that kind of torment again, and that includes cubs.

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~Sample RP Post ~
Golden lenses flashed in the darkness, two pinpricks of glowing light surrounded by the infinite black of night. The rabbit can smell something in the air, and darts off, directly into the waiting claws of the panther. Smiling to herself, she took her dinner as high up into the nearest tree as she could safely go, and dined on the fresh kill, as well as the satisfaction of a plan well executed. She had purposefully left her scent in an area she knew would carry it to the rabbit, and the foolish animal had darted the in the opposite direction where she had lain in wait.
It wasn’t much of a dinner, that’s true, but the hunting in this area was shockingly poor. She wondered if there was something wrong with this land, and decided she should probably move along sooner rather than later. Leaving the bones and offing for the scavengers, she began to move in the underbrush, following the scent of rain into the west. It was colder in this part of the world, but she preferred the cold. Smells were sharper, more in focus than in warm areas where they all muddled together. Gliding through the night as if she were a living shadow, she let the wind tell her everything she needed to know.