Rickalaru Raiera (Stitch)

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Rickalaru
Stitch

Age: 4 years and 2 months
Gender: Female
Species: Falomi

Eye color: grey
Body Build: medium build
Fur Length: medium length
Spay/Neutered/Steral: Spayed
*In-Depth Physical Appearance: Stitch’s fur is white from head to toe, with no shade variation anywhere on her pelt. She is fit and strong and well muscled, that much is obvious from just looking at her. Her shoulders are broad and strong, her stomach trim, her legs fit. She keeps her fine and soft fur clean and well kept, simply out of habit. It is fair to say that she is an attractive creature, though she doesn’t really think of herself as one. Her is fur is broken only by a few items. The most noticeable is are two long scares that runs down her left shoulder. There is anther scar that runs vertically up her lower abdomen, this is a surgical scar. There is one more that runs down her face perhaps only two centimeters to the side of her right eye.
Her eyes are a simple shade of very dull grey, any luster they once had now gone. Now they are more empty than anything else.

Mother: a wolf fea raised in captivity's womb served as Rickalaru's incubator.
Father: There never was one. As an embryo she was genetically engineered.
Siblings: None
Friends: Few, most of her friends are from her time spent away, here there is only really Carska
Mate: None, but that may be about to change
Children: She can no longer create offspring.

Trained or no?: Yes
Opposing the feline massacre?: No
Personality: Once upon a time, Stitch was a high spirited and, energetic, and content soul. But then she went on to survive on her own for a year. Now she is quiet, cautious, and is much slower to trust than she previously was. She has matured fairly, thanks to the time spent in the wild. She has become much more strong in will power and feels herself to be a power with which one could not reckon with. As the time has passed Stitch has come to realize just how strong she is, just how determined she can go after something. She remembers her birth name, but simply choices not to use it, after becoming so accustomed to being called Stitch. That title is however something that she sees as having to be earned, not allowing strangers or people she's overly fond of to call her that. Only when she has come to like and trust them does she let them call her that. Maturity came at a cost for her. Nearly all the fun disappeared. All the beautiful light retreated deep down inside her, and has sense laid dormant.

She often fears for the integrity of her kind, their ability to last and survive as a species. What might happen should the humans that made her realize that perhaps ultimately, the task they where created for failed. Can they survive without ripping themselves apart? things like that.

She has gained the ability to exist alongside a feline, although with some kinks. She has not partaken in the practice of hunting, killing, and eating a feline in quite some time, allowing the urge and need for it to slowly dull out and fade, though not completely for she had never made an active attempt to remove it from her behavioral traits. This has resulted in a very unpleasant plane of coexistence. She is often quit rude and won't re-frame from making a quick joke or hollow threat about how she might eat them. But deep down she still recognizes the task she was made for. That task has not totally been forgotten, but she chooses not to follow it anymore because of her pack mates' ways of living, as she values her kind above the task she was made for.

The state of her breeding ability’s weight on her has changed as well. If she were capable, she would find a male of her kind that she could truly love, and start a family of her own. But she knows she can’t and has never had someone with which to share her feelings on the matter. Yet another thing that weighs on her mind.


Still part of the pack?: Carska's
*Rank: Huntress
History: *Under Retyping*

Rickalaru was created, like most of the early Folami, rather than conceived. Injected into her mother's womb as little more than a genetically engineered embryo. There where a handful of complications with her incubation, all of which where on the humans' part. The canine had simply been too weak to properly bear a Folami pup do to improper care and feeding and such, they'd treated her as little more then a pregnant, large breed of canine instead of a wolf fea under the stresses of the artificial event taking place insider her own body, and as a result she'd nearly died in birth and wouldn't have had the strength to nurse the pup proper if they had been kept together. All this is unknown to Rickalaru though, as with almost all Folami, she was taken away from her mum and raised from a bottle in the arms of a human. She was raised alongside a handful of other Falomi pups, a batch of prospects if you will. They where all allowed to sleep in the same bed, loved and cared for, bottle fed and played with. The typical life of a carefree pup. But once old enough they where all ripped from one another and cast into the ruthless training.

Though the humans where fully aware of how to make their killing creatures by now, or at least that thought, that didn't stop them from trying something new. They wanted to see the potential of small group tactics and the level of ruthlessness. The thought all along was could an small group trained together out preform a large pack that had all be trained separately. It was just a theory. So Rickalaru was given a new group, as she was trained along side four other Falomi of similar size and build, at the time at least as none of them where done developing. Their names are permanent in her memory. A brown male with a black mane and ears named Hynato, a fea who was grey from head to toe