Legends ofAmarna

Warning! The anathema is here.

The doctrine that poisoned the souls of many, that wrought blood against blood, life against life. Aspasia has not been the same, nor will it ever be. As history fades into legend, and legend into myth, so too are the whispers of peace that had once brought each of the races together in harmony. As such a time faded into history, so does the chaos grow - the resentment that breeds loathing - that brings about war.

With the world pitted against each other, each race, equines, canines, and felines taking sides, the question is, which side will you choose?

Andria Offline

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speciesRed Wolf - Canis Rufus
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  • breed Red Wolf - Canis Rufus
  • height 47 in
  • eye color Green
The girl has grown petite. She was always small, but malnurishment as a pup has ensured her lithe stature. It has its benefits, sure. She has learned to be quick on her feet and her body has become accustomed to a lack of calories. While her main body is sleek and thin, her legs are long, as is her tail and ears. Each has grown to aid her in survival. Legs that are quick, a tail that can balance as she quickly turns and dodges. Ears that can hear even the smallest of pings. Her eyes, at birth, were a clear emerald. While her right has stayed that stunning green, her left had been damaged during a fight and had turned a milky white. Scars from dragging claws mar her features, but she wears them proudly. The green of her eye compliments the ginger of her hair, which shines in thick locks that are darker at the root and lightens around her extremities.
Human Form
  • height 5'1"
Even in her humanoid form, she is small and lithe. She prefers baggy clothes swiped from the boys rather then the frilly things she is expected to wear just because she is a girl. Her ginger locks transfer into her human form, fading again to a cream towards the tips. Her scars and blind eye are also transferred, giving her a ruggish appearance. Her skin is pale and littered with freckles. As she grows older, her body has started to become more feminine. She isn't curvy, but her body has developed in a pleasant way. It is rare for someone to see her without her over-sized hoodies and jeans, but occasionally she will venture out in more "girlish" clothes, although she has a habit of burning skirts and dresses.


Spunky, feisty, stubborn...you get the picture. The Witch said she should have been born a jackass then a wolf pup because of her inherent disobedience. Andria doesn't like to be told what to do and can be quite annoying if she pleases. Because of her isolation, her mannerisms and funny little quirks can be off-putting. The same can be said about the way she talks. Short bursts of words that don't quite make sense when stringed together. Andria has a fascination and tendency towards violence. She is still young and can be childish in the way she does things, but she always ends each kill with a laugh and an invitation for her next party.


Orphan is such a strong word. However there seems to be a lack of descriptors other than orphan that can describe her history. She isn't sure whether she was abandoned by her parents or if they had somehow died when she was very young, but the truth remains that she grew up alone. She called a dense forest her home, somewhere high in the mountains where she shared a tiny hovel with what could only be described as a witch. She believed that the only reason the Witch kept her around was to do the chores. She was rarely bathed and given scraps to eat, and on her 16th birthday had finally succeeded in escaping. Not, of course, without consequence. The Witch had tried to stop her, and almost succeeded. She still bears the scars from that final encounter with her makeshift mother. Over the course of a year, she had meet few others. Luckily, she had noticed the fabric they adorn themselves with when not in their animal form. Up in the mountains, there's no need for clothes. She found the ones worn by males to be much more comfortable then the tight ones worn by females.



Current Level: One

Level One: Her empathy makes it so she picks up on the emotional energy from those surrounding her. This makes existing within society quite difficult and it can be like a dizzying roller coaster that caused extreme headaches and bouts of insanity. She feels everything, and each emotion that rolls off of a person and transferred to her can easily effect her emotional state. If, for instance, someone feels anxious or afraid of something, her anxiety sky rockets, even though she may have nothing to be anxious about. At level one, this state is something she can not control. Every person she makes contact with she can feel, and being in a crowd is like being surrounded by bass speakers with the volume turned up. On bad days, she needs an extended period of time alone to recharge and work through other peoples emotions without turning to violence.

Level Two: At level two, there isn't much difference in her empath abilities. She still feels every emotion like a kick to the head, but the pain can subside much more quickly now. She no longer needs a break from society in order to mentally recharge, although it would be wise to not let your guard down around her just yet. Her empathy will only feed into her insanity. It may look like she is gaining control over her abilities, but with more experience reading people, the more her own mental state will break down. She will eventually become her own worst enemy.

Level Three: Reading people at level three now comes as naturally to her as sinking her teeth into a bloody dinner. She can almost see the emotions and auras of the people who might still keep her company, each thread of happiness or guilt or pleasure stretching towards her like a white light. She has discovered that if she tried hard enough, she can push her own emotions back towards whoever she is feeling, making them feel what she wants them to feel. This however is a difficult thing to do and it causes the muscles in her chest to painfully contract, like her heart is refusing to give up it's feelings.

Level Four: If she ever discovers level four of her empath ability, she will discover that she can shrug off other people's emotions, tuning them out for a time to sit in the silence of her own toxic thoughts. They will return to her at full blast after a time, but the reprieve is worth the headache that follows. It is tolerable now, and she barely notices her throbbing temples now. She will forever live with it and it is a pain that she has grown accustomed to. Manipulating people has become easier and since her heart will start to blacken, it lets go of its emotions with less of a fight, giving her less pain as she thrusts them upon whoever. If she ever sees level four, her insanity would have taken over her, and pain will become a temptation to use her ability more.



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