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Does not reflect my personal style of typing

I do use the first person i mean its used in movies and the like so if you don't like it no worries at all i hope you enjoy your RP's and ERP's

I have a learning disability make it hard for me to get punctuation and spelling right i don't tell people because iv been ostracized my whole like for it

if your gonna flake on planned rp let me know it happens so much to me

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Name: Lunaria
Age: 25
Race/Species: Hermaphrodite Dire Husky

she can understand other animals and druids with the animal skill

she cant speak

Physical Appearance:
Lunaria is a creature of unmistakable grandeur and mystery. Her fur is as pale as the moon at its zenith, a stark canvas for the stark blue and emerald green of her eyes that pierce through the shadows like twin shards of the night sky. A majestic white collar frames her robust neck, reminiscent of the proud stance of an ancient glacier, hinting at her purebred Husky lineage. Her once typical Husky size has been transformed into that of a dire tiger's, a consequence of the potent potion she consumed. Her powerful limbs are muscled and lithe, each step a silent promise of speed and agility. Her tail is long and fluffy, often swishing with the grace of a serpent contemplating its next move. Despite her imposing figure, Lunaria maintains a certain elegance, a poise that whispers of royalty in exile rather than a creature of the slums. Her eyes, though, carry the weight of the countless battles she's endured, the cunning of a survivor, and the wisdom of the ancients who whisper through the streets of Sinfar.

Background:
Born into the grimy embrace of the Sinfar slums, Lunaria's earliest memories are of fighting for scraps and dodging the cruel hands of those who sought to do her harm. Her unique dual nature as a Hermaphrodite Husky set her apart from the pack, a rare phenomenon that only added to the hardships of her youth. The slums were a harsh tutor, but she learned quickly. Her survival instincts sharpened into a blade that cut through adversity, and she grew stronger with each passing day.

One fateful night, while scavenging through the alleyways for food, she stumbled upon a wizard's laboratory, a bastion of the arcane in a city that thrived on the black market. The wizard, a reclusive and eccentric old man, took her in, seeing potential in the fierce creature. Lunaria's curiosity about the mystical world grew, and she observed the wizard's experiments with a keen, intelligent eye. Her curiosity got the better of her when she found a glowing vial marked with ancient runes. Thirst overwhelming her caution, she drank the potion, and in an explosion of light and pain, she grew to a monstrous size.

The wizard, horrified by the unintended consequences of his potion, fled, leaving Lunaria to grapple with her newfound power and immortality. The potion granted her not only the size of a dire tiger but also an unnaturally long lifespan, a burden she's learned to carry with stoicism and grace. Her days are now filled with the whispers of the city's shadows, the secrets of its forgotten alleys, and the silent guardianship of the weak who still dwell in the slums she once called home.

Personality:
Lunaria is a creature of contrasts. Her exterior is as cold and unforgiving as the polar ice caps from which her breed hails, yet within her beats a heart filled with embers of warmth and compassion. Her life in the slums has forged her into a pragmatic being, one who understands the value of alliances and the necessity of loyalty. She is a silent sentinel, her howl echoing through the night as a beacon of hope and fear to those who know her story.

Her curiosity is boundless, a trait that often leads her into trouble. Despite her stoic demeanor, she is not without a sense of humor, often finding amusement in the absurdities of life. The potion's magic has also granted her a touch of the wizard's intellect, and she spends her time reading through the tomes her former mentor left behind, seeking to understand the power that courses through her veins.

Lunaria is both a creature of the night and a guardian of the day. Her immortality has made her a silent witness to the ever-changing tapestry of Sinfar's underbelly. She is a beacon of hope for the lost and a silent judge of those who would prey on the innocent. Her presence is a constant reminder that even in the darkest corners of the city, there is a force that will not tolerate injustice.

Her quirks include an unusual fondness for shiny objects, which she collects and stores in a hidden den. This habit often leads to amusing encounters with thieves who find themselves face-to-face with the colossal husky and her gleaming hoard. She also has a soft spot for the young and the defenseless, often taking in strays and teaching them the ways of the city. Her past has made her wary of trust, but those who manage to earn it find in her an unshakeable ally.

In the world of Sinfar, Lunaria is a legend, a creature of myth and whisper. Her story is told around campfires as a cautionary tale and a symbol of the unexpected consequences of power. Yet, she remains a solitary figure, a silent sentinel in a city that never sleeps, a guardian of the forgotten, and a living embodiment of the magic that dwells in the shadows.