Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Dec 22, 2010 9:16:01 GMT -5
Orenda
They said I was magic, but magic shouldn't fear.
They said I was magic, but magic shouldn't fear.
Gender: Female
Age: 1 year, 9 months
Birth-country: Africa
Species: Leopard
*Pride: Ende
*Rank: Leutnant
Eye color: Green
Body Build: Slim, muscled, tall
Fur Length: Short
Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Friends: Shenandoah, Verona
Mate:
Children: None.
Do they favor their birth-country, or the USA grounds?: She can not remember much of her birth country, and yet she somehow favors it. This is because a majority of her memories on US grounds are negative, while she expects her homeland was somewhat pleasant.
Personality:
-angry
-rash
-spontaneous
-needy
-devoted
-distrustful
-loyal
-mildly withdrawn
History: Orenda was born the typical way, in the typical place. A lone leopardess, no mate--just a one night fling--had become impregnated on a night of bad choices. But the mother loved her mistake driven cubs. She'd defend them with her life--and she did.
The litter of four was only two months old when the Murder Apes invaded their little badger set. Merciless creatures, blundering the poor leopardess--and killed a younger sister who was the runt. They didn’t want the weak ones, and being small was being weak. They didn’t want the aggressive ones, and the litter’s mother was aggressive. Those who didn’t do as told would be killed. So, naturally, the remaining three obeyed.
They were separated then, put into separate crates on different boats. Orenda never say her siblings again after that. This was the first step towards a total mental breakdown.
The boat ride was uneventful, given the circumstances. The female believed her wooden crate to be small and uncomfortable—she has no idea what was to come. The home she was sold to was a mansion, big as the African plains. But Orenda was not so fortunate as to be sold to a kind, rich family—she wasn’t a pet here. She was a tool.
For months she put up with their antics—their tests. She never understood why a creation so vile (speed, they called it) would need to be “new and improved” to have a “more entertaining effect”. The substance was horrifying, and Orenda resisted at first. But as time wore on, she began to miss interaction. She needed affection. She learned that the way to get it, was to do exactly what another wants. So she gave in, and she won the “love” of those drug lords. It was then she became dependent, and gathered the results from the use of drugs. Her mind went down the drain the day she said yes.
And she hasn’t been able to stop saying it since.
As her
And she said yes.
Though she is used, Orenda loves her pride. They protect her, even when she is such a burden on them. It was because of this that she so willingly fought in the war against Zonta, her only true friend (Shanandoah) warring beside her. They lost and Orenda feels it is somehow your fault.
While taking over Eznox, an Eznox cat killed her one and only love, Shenandoah. She has devoted herself to mutilating everyone who she thinks is to blame.
