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Description
There it is, what you've all been waiting for! Finally a proper ref sheet for dear Phlorian.

Name: Phlorian Di Liro
Nickname: Phlo
Gender: Male
Height: 12’9”
Lenght: 15"3'
Element: Light
Shinlai Classification: Rare, long tail with silky fur, short fur on the rest of the body, some heavy along neck and spine.
Age: 38

Relations:
Best friend? (Mate?): Fey
Father:
Mother:
Siblings: None
Alliance: None
Religion: None

Personality:
Phlorian is a generally likable fellow. He isn't shy and easily makes contact with others. He is however somewhat sceptical towards things he doesn't know and has a slightly pessimistic view on life and the world around us.

Back Story:
Phlorian was born to a powerful couple, respected wide and far. His father was of Air and a very skilled mask crafter. His mother, however, was even more special. She was of light and also an albino. The combionation of her element and her pure, white fur was believed to be sent by Daila and she was made Caretaker of Daila's temple.

Young Phlorian was a likable and charismatic pup, loved and pampered by everyone and always surrounded by friends. A born leader. He was expected to be at least as talented as both of his parents combined. Things, however, went a little different.

As the pups grew older they all, one by one, started to show some kind of elemental affection. Phlo didn't. His parents were concerned, but they thought he was just a late bloomer and things would work out. Besides, he made up for it with his likable personality and physical strenght. It gnawed at his confidence, though. Was something wrong with him? His friends managed to coax him out of his dip, but at the age of sixteen, Phlorian still hadn't shown any affection at all. His mother prayed to Daila every night. His father was plain furious. How could it be that his son, hís son was a worhtless meatsack? In his rage he concluded that Phlorian must be pretending, for some reason hiding his own element. It consumed him so much that his work started to suffer from it and less and less shinlai came. He blamed this on Phlorian as well. One night they had a huge fight, that resulted in him hitting his son and storming out the house. Phlorian had just reached the age of twenty.

The next morning, his dad dragged him out of bed to the elders and forced him to take his exam. Of course, Phlorian couldn't show them anything as the elders noticed. His father became completely mad with rage and attacked his own son. Phlorian, so much younger and way less skilled, didn't stand a chance. His father knocked him hard in the head with his sharp horns and Phlorian fell to the ground, blacking out for a few seconds. When he woke up, his dad was gone and Phlo was alone with some shocked elders. Utterly ashamed of himself, he fled the village.

As he ran, he felt the blood dripping along his face. He could barely move his jaw and his teeth felt awfully loose... At first he didn't dare to try and enter a village. When hunger drove him to do so he was shooed away because of his dreadful appearence and mask-les-ness. Meanwhile, a nasty inflammation had set on his gums and one by one his teeth fell out for real. He kept them, though, not exactly knowing why himself.

Weeks went by, and he grew weaker and weaker. The wounds slowly closed, leaving behind nasty scars, but still he couldn't find enough food. One day he was lying in the forest, weakened and dizzy because of hunger, when a young female of Dark appeared from the bush. She fed him and somehow coaxed him back to health. Fey has since then been his best friend and companion. Inevitably, he fell in love with her.

Phlorian still hadn't found his element, but things were a lot more bearable with her by his side. Fey, however wasn't too healthy herself. She grew very ill when they were travelling to the point that Phlorian was scared she might die. He had lost his faith in Daila (because if she were a God, why had all these things happened to the son of her most faithful Caretaker) so what was left for him was hope. He wished with all his might that she would get better, healthy again, and, like a miracle, that was what happened. A light suddenly started shimmering around him. He could feel it, touch it, bend it to his will. He weaved the light and then asked it to heal her. Finally, at the age of thirty-one, Phlorian had found his element.

Together with Fey, he set out on a search for a teacher. It wasn't easy. Most Shinlai wouldn't talk to him, but luckily Fey could ask around. Eventually, they encountered an old Shinlai of Light who would listen... and agreed to help him control his power. One condition: he had to work his furry butt off.
So it was that at the age of thirty-seven, his teacher deemed him ready. Her mate had crafted the mask from plain oak wood and adorned it with the teeth Phlorian had kept with him. He then painted it a purple so deep it was nearly black. On Phlo's request he added a glowing paint to the teeth, as well as two symbols: one of light and one of dark. His teacher personally clipped his ears, pierced his mouth and slid the mask into place.
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Shinlai are a closed species and © meaning you can NOT make one unless given permission.
Phlorian Di Liro is © Me

Description
There it is, what you've all been waiting for! Finally a proper ref sheet for dear Phlorian.

Name: Phlorian Di Liro
Nickname: Phlo
Gender: Male
Height: 12’9”
Lenght: 15"3'
Element: Light
Shinlai Classification: Rare, long tail with silky fur, short fur on the rest of the body, some heavy along neck and spine.
Age: 38

Relations:
Best friend? (Mate?): Fey
Father:
Mother:
Siblings: None
Alliance: None
Religion: None

Personality:
Phlorian is a generally likable fellow. He isn't shy and easily makes contact with others. He is however somewhat sceptical towards things he doesn't know and has a slightly pessimistic view on life and the world around us.

Back Story:
Phlorian was born to a powerful couple, respected wide and far. His father was of Air and a very skilled mask crafter. His mother, however, was even more special. She was of light and also an albino. The combionation of her element and her pure, white fur was believed to be sent by Daila and she was made Caretaker of Daila's temple.

Young Phlorian was a likable and charismatic pup, loved and pampered by everyone and always surrounded by friends. A born leader. He was expected to be at least as talented as both of his parents combined. Things, however, went a little different.

As the pups grew older they all, one by one, started to show some kind of elemental affection. Phlo didn't. His parents were concerned, but they thought he was just a late bloomer and things would work out. Besides, he made up for it with his likable personality and physical strenght. It gnawed at his confidence, though. Was something wrong with him? His friends managed to coax him out of his dip, but at the age of sixteen, Phlorian still hadn't shown any affection at all. His mother prayed to Daila every night. His father was plain furious. How could it be that his son, hís son was a worhtless meatsack? In his rage he concluded that Phlorian must be pretending, for some reason hiding his own element. It consumed him so much that his work started to suffer from it and less and less shinlai came. He blamed this on Phlorian as well. One night they had a huge fight, that resulted in him hitting his son and storming out the house. Phlorian had just reached the age of twenty.

The next morning, his dad dragged him out of bed to the elders and forced him to take his exam. Of course, Phlorian couldn't show them anything as the elders noticed. His father became completely mad with rage and attacked his own son. Phlorian, so much younger and way less skilled, didn't stand a chance. His father knocked him hard in the head with his sharp horns and Phlorian fell to the ground, blacking out for a few seconds. When he woke up, his dad was gone and Phlo was alone with some shocked elders. Utterly ashamed of himself, he fled the village.

As he ran, he felt the blood dripping along his face. He could barely move his jaw and his teeth felt awfully loose... At first he didn't dare to try and enter a village. When hunger drove him to do so he was shooed away because of his dreadful appearence and mask-les-ness. Meanwhile, a nasty inflammation had set on his gums and one by one his teeth fell out for real. He kept them, though, not exactly knowing why himself.

Weeks went by, and he grew weaker and weaker. The wounds slowly closed, leaving behind nasty scars, but still he couldn't find enough food. One day he was lying in the forest, weakened and dizzy because of hunger, when a young female of Dark appeared from the bush. She fed him and somehow coaxed him back to health. Fey has since then been his best friend and companion. Inevitably, he fell in love with her.

Phlorian still hadn't found his element, but things were a lot more bearable with her by his side. Fey, however wasn't too healthy herself. She grew very ill when they were travelling to the point that Phlorian was scared she might die. He had lost his faith in Daila (because if she were a God, why had all these things happened to the son of her most faithful Caretaker) so what was left for him was hope. He wished with all his might that she would get better, healthy again, and, like a miracle, that was what happened. A light suddenly started shimmering around him. He could feel it, touch it, bend it to his will. He weaved the light and then asked it to heal her. Finally, at the age of thirty-one, Phlorian had found his element.

Together with Fey, he set out on a search for a teacher. It wasn't easy. Most Shinlai wouldn't talk to him, but luckily Fey could ask around. Eventually, they encountered an old Shinlai of Light who would listen... and agreed to help him control his power. One condition: he had to work his furry butt off.
So it was that at the age of thirty-seven, his teacher deemed him ready. Her mate had crafted the mask from plain oak wood and adorned it with the teeth Phlorian had kept with him. He then painted it a purple so deep it was nearly black. On Phlo's request he added a glowing paint to the teeth, as well as two symbols: one of light and one of dark. His teacher personally clipped his ears, pierced his mouth and slid the mask into place.
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Shinlai are a closed species and © meaning you can NOT make one unless given permission.
Phlorian Di Liro is © Me