Fourrure, Goddess of Animals [DONE!]

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Name: Fourrure

Age: Immortal, physically appears to be around the age of 21 or so

Gender: Female

Race: Deity

Alliance: Neutral

Appearance: When in human form, at first glance a term that may instantly come to mind is petite. Should someone merely glance at her, they would never suppose she could pose any sort of threat. She is of a very slender, small frame, just barely standing at a solid five feet tall, possibly a few inches shorter than that. Despite her small size, her physique is proportionate, not giving any appearance of being 'condensed' together because of her height. Her features suit her; her slender fingers, petite small feet. Yes, at a mere glance, she seems to be but a child. How very wrong that assumption is.

Her unblemished porcelain skin and godly appearance is a dead give away to a pedigree of beautiful creatures. A strong jawline and high cheekbones compliment a small, upturned nose. Fourrure's eyes are most similar to that of cinnamon, framed by long, thick lashes. Her honey gold tendrils have grown to a point when they are down freely they fall around mid back, a natural wave and slight curl gracing them. Her hair has a soft, silken texture similar to that of a young child, hinting once more that she may or may not be closer to the age of a child rather than an adult.

She has one scar that mars her otherwise flawless complexion, a small intricate mark upon her right shoulder. It gives the appearance that her skin is cracked, as if small hairs were strewn across her skin in a small cross hatch pattern. It is a few shades darker than her skintone, fully healed but present enough for it to be obvious that it is permanent. It was from a scar she received long ago while in a shape shifted form, while in a less than complacent confrontation with another god.

She is widely known for her elegant choice of outfits. Often enough you will find her fitted in a regal gown, with feathers or other trinkets woven into her hair. She wears a medallion at all times, somewhat of a family crest consisting of metal creatures; an eagle, an equine, and a tropical fish, all tied together with carefully carved vines and flowers.

Personality: There are several words that may describe Fourrure, some that may contradict each other. She is a very playful person, a total child at heart. Her small stature often gives off the vibes of being pixie-like, and her exuberant personality simply supports that label. She is always out there, totally confident and taking everything in stride. She enjoys being in the middle of all the action, often times enjoying causing it even more; she is a magnet for drama, but she never lets it effect her. She basks in drama, and loves having all eyes on her. A lot of times her child like wonder will set people off guard, and they can't handle it. She hardly ever notices this, however. And if she does, she doesn't let it effect her, and people more often than not seem to eventually grow on her and accept her for who she is.

She often exudes a very carefree attitude on the outside, but on the inside things tend to be a bit more complicated. She always seems to over think things, not necessarily in the matter of carefully planning things out; she will over analyze and come up with hasty explanations. Some may even call Fourrure somewhat scatterbrained, and totally all over the place. She has obvious ADD, but at times she can manage to control it to a point where it isn't annoying.

Despite her obvious exuberant friendly nature, Fourrure can get deadly serious when she needs to. She has the willpower to be able to maintain herself, and although she physically is anything but intimidating, she can pull it off very well. She's good at negotiating, and is famous for her clever, quick tongue. In short, she hardly ever has any problems getting what she wants.

She adores creatures of any size or breed, and is very dedicated and respectful to them. If anyone ever seems to pose a thread to any Circia, they will have a very intimidating little pixie on their hands.

History: She rarely discloses her lengthy history, but this will come in due time to those close to her.

Abilites:

Kinetic Absorption - Fourrure has the ability to absorb forms of kinetic energy into herself and utilize it in some way, such as by converting it into physical strength or using it to power energy blasts. This is very helpful when in battle, for she can use engergy blasts to immobilize her opponent or physically thwart them away from her. She can also use this to create impenetrable energy shields, ranging from small to large distances. After a lot of practice and experience, she can also use the kinetic energy in the air to suspend objects in the air, move them around, or control them, very similar to telekinesis.
Power Mimicry - She can mimic another person or creature's powers, one at a time. In order to do this she must physically touch a person, and she will acquire any one of their powers. It could be a simple brush of a hair to need for her to acquire the power. In order to cancel out that power, she either has to touch another person, or she may mentally decide to block out that power.
Shape-Shifter [Pumard] - She has the ability to morph into a lithe slender creature that is the appearance of a hybrid between a panther and a leopard. When in this form she has many faded dark honey toned leopard spots painted across a tawny canvas like that of a leopard, but her physique is moreso similar to a strong panther. She stands at about the average size of a panther, about 31" a the shoulder.
Shape-Shifter [Centaur] - Another hybrid, she has the ability to take the form of a half human, half equine, a centaur. About where her hip ends is where it is met with an equine wither. She is most powerful when in this form, and extremely experienced in battle.

Disabilities:
When using her Kinetic Absorption power, she may become temporarily fatigued, depending on the amount of power she is harnessing and what she is doing with it.
Any injuries she recieves in a shape-shifted form will also be there in her human form, most likely more severe.
When using her kinetic absorption power to form a shield, it easily drains her energy if used for extended amounts of time. If she tries to hold a shield for an extensively long period, it will slowly become less effective and more prone to being penetrated.
One disability on it's own is her height, but she hardly lets that bother her. Its more so that people aren't as intimidated by her or they don't take her seriously enough because they may think of her more as a child rather than a fully grown immortal adult god. What she lacks in height she makes up for in personality, I suppose.

Sample;
Lithe form snaked through the dense foliage as I traveled smoothly across the sod, treading with surefooted grace one would only have if they were confident with where they were going. I most certainly knew exactly where I was going, as a matter of fact. My feline self padded noiselessly past unsuspecting creatures around me, not aware of an inhuman godly creature out and about in their mortal world. I had chosen to finish the last leg of my journey in my shape shifted feline form, for if I were to meander about in my human form I would surely be recognized, and I would much rather simply not cause any uproar. Already a few creatures had taken notice to my feline self--it wasn't foreign to them my powers and what I can shift to, so I am hardly surprised. Few of the gods really appreciated to tread the mortal lands like I did; I found a foreign, unexplained comfort in mixing myself with the circia and other animals around me. It soothed me to be in an environment I always felt I belonged in, and I rather liked to catch up on the happenings of the mortal realm. However, today I hadn't merely come down from the heavens to keep myself at peace. No, quite the contrary, I had some business to attend to.

Normally I didn't bother coming down to deal with the happenings in the mortal realm, but I tire from the current news of civil war in the land of Moyen. It is tearing apart the forestry, making the animals and circia in the area having difficulty surviving off the landscape; their numbers are growing dangerously low. This nonsense of civil war is only making Moyen vulnerable to attacks from the less than complacent kingdom of Fonce, and I'd rather just eliminate any chances of the structure of this world crumbling like that. Oh, if only Mother could see me now, meddling with the affairs of mortals. In person, no less! Surely she'd wonder where she'd gone wrong. Gods normally sent down messengers to handle this type of thing; I merely had to get out of those clouds and away from my siblings. This had been the perfect opportunity, truly.

I casted an uninterested glance sideways as I weaved through the foliage, prehistoric timbers towering over my petite feline frame, dwarfing me in comparison to their grandor. I inhaled, drinking in the scents around me, the aromas that the palace gave off catching my attention. Picking up speed, I adapted a lope, liquid almond eyes gazing ahead. Even as the great stone structure was presented before me, I continued at a steady pace. The entrance of the palace was grand, the walkway bordered with towering willows, their branches caressing the well kept emerald blades beneath them. The guards who stood at the extravagant door caught sight of my leopard painted panther like self, snapping to attention, ready to fend me off. I inwardly snorted--I should simply let them take a try, see if they may actually manage to accomplish anything. Which they won't. but they hardly know that, do they? No, as entertaining as that would serve, I must deal with this civil war nonsense. I was now around fifty yards away from the door. I slowed my pace to a steady gate that looked much like an equines trot, and that's when I shifted. Front paws lifted from the sod, tail merging itself backwards into my spinal cord, which lengthened and straightened into a humans back. The splashy, spotted pelt dissolved into my porcelain skin, honey gold tendrils upon my head swiftly growing back out to their normal length. My snout and jowls morphed into my delicate, small features once more, my orbs remaining the same sweet cinnamon hue. Paws shifted to delicate slender hands and feet. I was in my human form once more, all the while this was going on keeping a steady pace up to the palace, the guards gazing at me with uncertainty until it set it. "Fourrure."

As soon as they made the startling realization that a god had descended upon the mortal realm, they made a move to show that they were going to heave the grand, huge doors open. They must be thoroughly bewildered--the last time a god mingled with humans had to have easily been several hundred years. I blinked, the slight glowing aura that naturally surrounded us gods growing brighter. I felt my heartbeat stutter, picking up speed. thump, thump thump, thumpthump, thumpthump I could feel what could easily be mistaken as adrenaline overwhelming my system, but no, it was not so. Within mere seconds I had absorbed a great amount of energy in the surrounded areas, and I directed it at the guards, gently shifting them backwards several steps, but what I really focused upon was the grand doors. They had to weigh several tons; solid wood, and metal, too. Standing a hundred feet high or so if surely took work to open them manually. Which is why, I'm sure, the guards were astounded when they felt a gust of air rustle past them before the doors blasted open obtrusively. Not that exciting, really--I am sure that they've encountered far more interesting powers.

I walked swiftly through the grand foyer, making my way to the corridor that leads to the throne room. I moved noiselessly, my dress creating nigh a rustle nor my bare feet forming any stray sound waves as they drifted smoothly across the ground. Any doors that stood in my way I easily blasted open--they didn't require any special attention. I felt a faint touch of fatigue brushing against the outskirts of my conscious mind, but it was nothing serious. I'm so used to it it is simple and easy for me to ignore such feelings of physical tire. For the most part the majority of guards backed away, as if afraid to get too close. They knew very well the appearances of their gods seeing as how they worship us and learn of us as young schoolchildren, so I was hardly surprised that they recognized me. Although I believe I did see a few paintings of me and my siblings scattered around the halls. There were, though, a few stray guards who had made move to question me, but they were easily pushed a few steps back with my mind as I still had a reserve of energy from earlier.

It was quite comical, really. Petite little 4 foot 10 nothing that was me walking so confidently past rows of guards that were big build six foot or more bulks of muscle. A faint smile graced my dainty features at the thought, and my pace quickened. I moved with the grace of a swan, yet the confidence of a shark fishing out it's prey. I believe I can get quite used to this.

I heard voices coming from the throne room, surely they were strategizing on how to deal with this civil war nonsense. Rather than blasting the door open, I pushed it open gently, slipping into the throne room unnoticed. I kept to the shadows, not quite ready to reveal myself as I listened to the happenings of the meeting.

"We can't simply cut off supplies to them. That will accomplish nothing," One man spoke loudly.
"Then what exactly, pray tell, do you expect us to do? Let them run rampant and destroy the villages? That will accomplish plenty, I'm sure," another retorted, his vocals dripping in sarcasm.
"Cease this nonsense! Ugh, how did we get ourselves trapped in this situation?" I recognized the prince's vocals as he attempted to settle the chaos.

"It's a shame, really." My distinctively feminine vocals resounded loudly through the room, confidence apparent in the tone. My voice, sounding graceful as if I were singing a beautiful melody, danced through the sound waves, caressing the eardrums around me and soothing the fiery tempers. I stepped into the light, noting duly that I was the only woman in the room full of men. Politics.

Sample's Word Count: 1346
Finished! Haha yeah I kind of just made up a little thing with her going down to the mortal realm, not sure if that actually happens but kind of hoping it does because that would definitely make things interesting. Hope its okay, I haven't role played in nearly a year, so I'm kind of nervous! Feel free to critique something if somethings wrong, I'd love to improve.

[EldeeLOVE]

-grins-
Gods and Goddesses actually spend most of their time among the mortals.
Mortals are so much more interesting then the clouds.
Anyways, everything looks good so accepted.

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