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Description
Name: Olin (ah-lin)

Gender: Female

Age: 1.5 years

Tribe: Dugan

Rank: Phoric

Breed: Ragdoll Mix

Description: Wings are half feather/ half thin skin. Bushy tail as long as her body length. Tufts of thick fur on her shoulders.All the fur on
her body other than the shoulder tufts are silky and feathery. Wears a gold amulet with a ruby in the center. Soft down feathers cover the
other side of the leathery skin on wings. When she flies, it's more gliding than flapping. To compensate for her wings, her back legs are
incredibly powerful and can give her a good takeoff. Faint markings on the feathers on the inside of her wings mimics a hand spreading
when she flies. Olin's tail helps propel her through the air when gliding.

Personality: No nonsense, fiery/snarky, doesn't deal well with idiots. Lashes out if aggravated. If she's cold, she spreads her
wings and lays on her back, letting the skin underneath her feathers absorb the sun. She's not quick to back down from a fight
unless she see's it's going nowhere. Follows orders most of the time, but sometimes finds time for herself when she should be
fulfilling duties. Being slightly smaller than most other cats, she compensates size with ferocity. All in all, she's a poofy fireball

Brief Back Story: Olin was born into the Durgan Tribe to two parents whom she loved. She knew since kithood that she wanted to become
the Phoric. She was constantly memorizing plants and herbs before she was really learning to be the Phoric. When she was given the
Phoric position, she accepted it proudly. She knew it was what she was supposed to do.

Relationships:
Close Friend
Friend
Acquaintance
Respect
Crush
Love
Dislike/Fear
Hate/Loath
Family

Roleplay Example:

Olin trotted into Dog Allyway with confidence. She'd been practicing for a while now, and finally was ready to retrieve the dog's head she was craving.
Before rounding the corner, she heard shuffling in the trashcan. Perfect. She twisted around the corner and realized her opponent was a huge
german shepard. Adrenaline pumped through her veins and she rocked back and forth on her haunches, prepared to attack. The german shepard sank
down to it's haunches and snarled loudly. Olin smiled crookedly, turning her head to the side. The dog lunged, but Olin was quicker. She glided over it
easily, landing on a trashcan behind it. The dog flipped back around, snarling louder now. She looked sideways at a trashcan lid. It's rim was sharp,
probably sharp enough to sever a head. She grabbed it just as the german shepard leapt at her. She whipped it at him, sending it flying right at it's
neck. She lept away as it's head flew back away from it's body, crashing into the trashcan she'd been standing on. She pranced around the head
smirking. "Easy enough." she chimed, biting the ear of the head and trotted back to camp.

Description
Name: Olin (ah-lin)

Gender: Female

Age: 1.5 years

Tribe: Dugan

Rank: Phoric

Breed: Ragdoll Mix

Description: Wings are half feather/ half thin skin. Bushy tail as long as her body length. Tufts of thick fur on her shoulders.All the fur on
her body other than the shoulder tufts are silky and feathery. Wears a gold amulet with a ruby in the center. Soft down feathers cover the
other side of the leathery skin on wings. When she flies, it's more gliding than flapping. To compensate for her wings, her back legs are
incredibly powerful and can give her a good takeoff. Faint markings on the feathers on the inside of her wings mimics a hand spreading
when she flies. Olin's tail helps propel her through the air when gliding.

Personality: No nonsense, fiery/snarky, doesn't deal well with idiots. Lashes out if aggravated. If she's cold, she spreads her
wings and lays on her back, letting the skin underneath her feathers absorb the sun. She's not quick to back down from a fight
unless she see's it's going nowhere. Follows orders most of the time, but sometimes finds time for herself when she should be
fulfilling duties. Being slightly smaller than most other cats, she compensates size with ferocity. All in all, she's a poofy fireball

Brief Back Story: Olin was born into the Durgan Tribe to two parents whom she loved. She knew since kithood that she wanted to become
the Phoric. She was constantly memorizing plants and herbs before she was really learning to be the Phoric. When she was given the
Phoric position, she accepted it proudly. She knew it was what she was supposed to do.

Relationships:
Close Friend
Friend
Acquaintance
Respect
Crush
Love
Dislike/Fear
Hate/Loath
Family

Roleplay Example:

Olin trotted into Dog Allyway with confidence. She'd been practicing for a while now, and finally was ready to retrieve the dog's head she was craving.
Before rounding the corner, she heard shuffling in the trashcan. Perfect. She twisted around the corner and realized her opponent was a huge
german shepard. Adrenaline pumped through her veins and she rocked back and forth on her haunches, prepared to attack. The german shepard sank
down to it's haunches and snarled loudly. Olin smiled crookedly, turning her head to the side. The dog lunged, but Olin was quicker. She glided over it
easily, landing on a trashcan behind it. The dog flipped back around, snarling louder now. She looked sideways at a trashcan lid. It's rim was sharp,
probably sharp enough to sever a head. She grabbed it just as the german shepard leapt at her. She whipped it at him, sending it flying right at it's
neck. She lept away as it's head flew back away from it's body, crashing into the trashcan she'd been standing on. She pranced around the head
smirking. "Easy enough." she chimed, biting the ear of the head and trotted back to camp.