OOC Name: Valentine
Character Name: Ayaria
Age: Over Three
Gender: Vixen
Spirit Animal: Red-winged Black Bird
Appearance:

Ayaria is very slender and small, and has the flexibility and coordination of a cat. She can bend in any way, squeeze into any space, and rarely stumbles. She can run quickly and move accurately. Thing is she is very weak. A lint ball could overcome her in a fight, so it’s a good thing she can run.

Ayaria’s main color is white, with some light cream tones her and there. She has an orange color on her chest, thighs and nose. Her forehead down to her muzzle sports a swirled orange-pink marking. Her left eye has no markings, but her right has yellow, orange and sunset shaded swirls. Her front right paw has a violet stripe, and her front paws are dark cream-gold. Her eyes are Cerise. She wears a pendant around her neck of ruby.
Personality:


Once she used to radiate with joy. She would bound here and there, with always something sweet to say, and something positive on her lips. She always saw the silver lining. I suppose there is still a fragment of that fem in her somewhere. Sadly, she is only a mere shell of what she once was.

Ayaria is not evil, and she is not out to hurt, but she has shut herself up, and she rarely shows any sort of care for anything. It is barely noticable if she cares for her own life, if she does.

Ayaria is usually calm, she never looses her temper, but neither does she ever enjoy a good laugh. She will answer your questions, but will never begin a conversation. She is cold and emotionless, or at least that is what she seems to be. If you speak to her, she may perhaps flash you a glance, but rarely anything more than that and as short a statement as possible. She has forced herself to blame only her own self for everything that has happened to her. She does this so that she will not be angry at others and so drive herself to insanity. She is truly good at heart, and so she must blame herself for the sake of others. If she did not then surely she would become even more bitter and spiteful, even violent and twisted. Even though she doesn't think much of it, she would never ever want that.

Somewhere, far below her cold exterior, she is kind, gentle, compassionate. She enjoys all things lovely, and she wants to smile and to laugh. She cherishes and loves, but she has now deprived herself of all these things. Perhaps one day someone will save her from her pain.
Canvas: Ayaria is mostly Golden retriever. Her ears are floppy, and she is a golden color, with hints of almost orangey fur. She is slightly below average size for her breed, with longer fur. She is thin, not strong in the slightest. She has average speed, but she can bend in any direction known to earth. Her fur is soft and long, and she tries to keep clean, but it's hard on the streets. Her eyes are a stunning greenish color.


History:

Ayaria and Kairi were born to parents who were the same in some aspects, and completely different in others. Their mother was calm, and a very good person. She was always the one to cheer others up, and to be calm and understanding. She was the more responsible of the two. Their father was another story. He was sarcastic, dangerous and mischievous. Their father was also a thief, and a very good one at that. Although Raven knew that Kain was a thief, she still agreed to be his mate. Kain was a thief, but a kind, good wolf. Raven and Kain lived happily, and she gave birth to non-identical twins, Kairi and Ayaria. Their father naming Kairi, while Ayaria was bestowed her name by their mother.

When Ayaria and Kairi were barely over a year, enemies came looking for Kain. Kain was home alone with Ayaria, and Raven had taken Kairi to hunt. Kain knew his only option was to leave his beloved Raven, and his beautiful daughter, Kairi, and take Ayaria. It was the only way. With tears in his usually strong eyes, he picked Ayaria up gently, and moved swiftly out the back exit of the den, avoiding the wolves and escaping.

Raven was devastated. She loved Kain with all she had, and he was gone, along with her precious other daughter, Ayaria. Raven knew in her heart, though, that Kain would return. She knew he must’ve had a good reason for leaving with no goodbyes.

Now that the parents were separated, each daughter was raised differently. Kairi was raised to be kind, but still know how to have fun, and although her mother was usually calm, Kairi strayed from that a bit, and had some very energetic tendencies. Kairi was taught to look ahead some of the time, and think about her future. She was taught to care for others rather than herself.

With Ayaria, the story was not quite the same. Ayaria…was raised a thief. Kain could not provide for her on his own, and so, he needed his little angel to help him along. Ayaria was raised to look only at today, tomorrow would take care of itself. She was taught to care for others, but not to completely forget herself in the process. She was taught to be kind, and to never take from someone who truly needs it. Her father was like a Robin Hood, steal from the rich, but instead of give to the poor, it was give to yourself. Ayaria was taught to seek out adventure, and never let there be a dull moment, a relaxed moment was fine, but never dull.

When each girl was the age 2, Kain decided to re-unite with his family. He had hopes that Raven had waited for him, and she had. The two sisters were re-united and the bonded instantly. Raven shook the thief out of Ayaria, but not the need for adrenaline. Ayaria wouldn’t think of stealing now, but she wouldn’t think of being bored either.

For the next year, the family lived happily, until their father reached the end of his years, their mother passing shortly after. The two were still friends but took separate paths. Ayaria has no knowledge of Kairi’s whereabouts, but she isn’t thinking much about her either. After Kairi left, a lot happened to Ayaria.

After leaving Kairi, ayaria lived on her own, and was fairly happy. One night, she was navigating her way home. It had just rained during the winter, and the air was cold and filled with fog. The dirt slowly turned to rock, which was starting to ice over. She slipped and hurt her leg. She couldn’t walk more than a few steps without having to stop and rest. After hours, she was cold, afraid and lost. She was perhaps a mile from where she’d fallen.

She heard footsteps and her hopes lifted. A wolf came form the fog, but didn’t look friendly. She was right. That night was the worst night of her life. She was bred, then left alone, leg still in pain. She was cold and frightened, and finally blacked out. She was finally awoken by her spirit guide Cicero. She never was the same. She drifted apart from even Cicero, but never deserted him. When her pups were born, she was happy for a moment, but being born in the end of winter, none survived. This sent her into depression and any hope of her returning to her once happy self seemed a distant dream. Now she is just a wanderer, seeming to not have much of a purpose.