Family:
          Mother: Marjad (Deceased)
          Father: Adian (Deceased)
          Brother: Daktir (1/2)
          Sister: Nalla (1/2)
          Lifemate: Tarrant
          Recognized: Teronin
          Kits: Azish

    Description/Image:

Her young face is usually cheerful in its frame of dark hair, sunsplashed with blonde highlights. her silver gray eyes look incongruously light in her browned face, and compared to her tan body. They are reaching the age of maturity, and are coming to know all of the wisdom granted by it. She has grown over the years, and is filling out in shape as well as size. Her youth is evident in her lightness of step, but she cannot be betrayed by her once-possesed naivete any longer. her tribe is her family, and is the most important thing in her life. She responds to your glance with a quick grin, because the sun shines in her heart as in the forevergreen. Her suntouched hair is pulled back into a single braid behind her head and falls halfway down her back, where it is fastened by a piece of vine. She doesn't pay much attention to it though, so the braid is usually surrounded by escaped wisps of hair, and they frame her face as well. her shirt is nothing more than a green leather halter top, covering and supporting what needs to be supported. It crosses in a criss-cross design over her back. She wears similar-colored trousers, that cutoff midway down her calf. her shoes are nothing more than a pair of black slippers that tie up to her ankles. They are not tight fitting, yet nor are they loose, just like the rest of her clothing.

    Background:

Xarisa's parents took her out hunting one day when she was just a kitling. Her mother Marjad carried her at her father's behest, because he believed his daughter should learn the reality of death at a young age, although a long life was nearly certain for her. Her father Adian, stalking a longtooth alongside a cliff, slipped and fell. When her mother ran to his assistance, the rock beneath her feet crumbled and they both fell. Her mother's panther carried her back to the Cat Elves' headquarters. The tribe has been her family since then, and taken good care of her.

Even so, she fears death in all its forms, and does not hunt except under extreme circumstances. She is scarred by her parents' deaths so that idealism disgusts her, but she wishes she were like other young elves in their hopeful dreams. She wishes she had a mate, but fears permanence in any form. Ideally, she wants to Recognize someone who she can learn to care for over time. Recognition by itself scares her, because she feels sure her parents only Recognized to produce her, and would have stayed together only until she was the age she is now. This is because both of them already had cubs that they had not Recognized to produce, and not with each other. Consequently she has two siblings, Daktir, a brother, from her father's side and her sister Nalla from her mother's.

She is slightly xenophobic in her small tribe, because she feels safe in her lack of Recognition within it so far. When she is cheerful, she loves to be dramatic and makes a ludicrous performance out of simple tasks to amuse her friends. When she is unhappy, she usually hides from the tribe in the jungles, daring them to find her. Currently, Xarisa is advancing in her skills with the spear and catclaws.

She has overcome her fear of hunting, and now actually takes some pleasure in conquering her kill. This in no way indicates her as being tough, however, for beneath her sometimes cocky exterior lies a gentle and caring heart. She welcomes others to share with her their problems, for she believes that through her parents' deaths, she can further understand their pain.

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