Felicity Referance : TA

Date: May 19, 2017
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= Personal Information =

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Full Name: Felicity
Meaning: Felicity is an English feminine given name meaning "happiness". It is derived from the Latin word felicitas meaning "luck, good fortune". It is also used as a form of the Latin name Felicitas, taken from the name of the Ancient Roman goddess Fortuna.
Pronunciation: Fell-iss-city
Nickname/Alias: Spot (much to her dismay),

Sex: Female
Rank: Follower

Main Deity: Felicity is often torn between Zonje and Laysa. originally her family had grown up alongside Fluvium, peacful and quaint, however with the changing of times they were forced to leave and join the followings of one of "the greater" gods. Felicity often feels the pull towards Laysa, having a more peacful nature by birth, however, she also feels that males are of equal importance, and this is where she struggles. While Zonje is more greedy and violent, there is great equality between dogs of all kinds, however, violence, she believes, does not always give answers. And so, she continues to struggle, though she still holds a shred of hope that Fluvium will one day return.
   Patron Muse: none at the moment

Voice: Gentle, reserved, yet not weak.
Theme Song: Keep Breathing - Ingrid Michaelson:  www.youtube.com/watch?v=fORAPk…

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= Appearance Information =

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General:
> Weight: 47lbs
> Height: 23"
> Type of Build: Lean and elegant, somewhat doe like. Graceful. Felicity is not overly strong as far as physical strength goes. And though she is quite quick of foot, her true strength lies in her stamina. Able to outdistance many and last a bit longer without water or food. Excels in percistance hunting, simply following prey until they are too exhausted to continue.
> Coat:
     color: Liver Tricolor Dalmation.
     length: Mostly a very short coat similar to an Ibizan smooth coat, with some wispy silken areas reminicent of a Saluki.
> Eye Color: Sky Blue
> Smell: soft Peperment and Chamomile tea, perhaps a little lavender.
> Handicaps/Disabilities: None

Age: 1 Year

Breeds: Saluki x Ibizan x Dalmation

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= Personality Information =

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Overview:

Felicity is known to be a fairly peaceful and gentle character. She prefers to solve matters without violence, which sometimes leaves her as the odd one of the group. Though Felicity may seem to have a weak constitution due to her peaceful nature, she has learned to have a silver tongue and can often make it seem like her idea was your idea all along.She is pretty, and she knows it, often using her flashy coat; Getting her way without needing to lift a paw. Though she has this silver tongue, she rarely uses it for ill purposes unless neccessary, but rather, for the greater good, or for the good of her allies. Felicity is also highly intelligent and quick on her feet. Though she does not always plan things out. She is rather adventurous and spontaneous, her quick thinking often lets her spontaneity be a good quality however, as it keeps her unpredictable in both mind and body. You never quite know what she may be thinking. Due to this, some have surmised that she may have a dual personality disorder, however, it is simply how she is. On the downside, Felicity can sometimes be too forgiving, often doubting herself in her own choices. She tends to hold onto blame, or self-blame when things go wrong. She is also very conflicted in her faith, and so, she often contemplates the things going on around her, and if The Following is really for her. She is very indecisive, but once she does finally choose, there is no backing down. She’s not overly trusting, as some dogs simply see her as a piece of delicate eye candy. This has led her to have little trust of male strangers, and sometimes even aggression towards them, however, if the time is taken she can warm up to almost anyone.

Nature: Calm
Alignment:  Lawful Good / Nutral
Horoscope: Pisces


+ Traits: (5+)
- Peacful
- Inteligent
- Great Stamina
- Quick thinker
- Silver tongue

- Traits: (5+)
- Distrustful
- Manipulative
- too forgiving
- self doubting
- unpredictable

Developing Traits (2+)
- loyalty
- confidence


Drives & Motives: Felicity feels as though she is a bit of a lost old soul, her ways of thinking long forgotten in the sands of time. She desires closure, a finite decision, and a direction in which to go.
Mental Illness: N/A

Optimist or Pessimist: Optimistic
    Why? >> She was born in a family who followed the will of Fluvium, a very forgiving and peacful deity. So she naturally looks on the bright side of things.

Introvert or Extrovert: Introverted
    Why? >> She doesnt enjoy big crouds or lots of dogs. Prefering the peacfulness of nature. Her untrusting nature also contributes to this.

Pet Peeves: Violence for the sake of violence. Unless it is for fun or training, she holds life in great reguards, so taking life without reason seems to be a waste and destruction of the natural order.

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= Stats =

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Nobility: 0%
Health Points: 10HP


      > Strength: (STR) 7
      >Dexterity: (DEX) 10
      >Intelligence: (INT) 12
      >Wisdom: (WIS) 11
      >Constitution: (CON) 10

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= Background Information =  

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ermmmm.... It started out short... it probably would have been longer but i forced myself to rush the end sooo yeaaa....

The dawn of her life began as many others before her. The harsh world welcoming this tiny wriggling form with a cold and unforgiving embrace. Though she did not know it then, the freezing temperatures of the desert night were a blessing, for otherwise, her, or her brother, may have perished. Her mother was young when the pair were born, still inexperienced in her own life, as was their father, but the both of them had enough sense to seek out shelter in the desolate moonlight rather than the harsh and bearing sun before the pups were born. It was a long night for the inexperienced mother and underqualified father, but when life was finally breathed into the two tiny pups the small family rejoiced. Felicity. That was what they named her. A tiny lady luck, blessed with the beautiful coat of her mother, and the physical grace of her father. And her brother, Gareth, his gentle and kind nature evident even before he was walking. Those first few months of life. They were hard. The taste of sand permanently in one’s mouth, even the quenching drink of water not enough to completely erase its grime. But hey, at least its fine dusted granules kept ones coat shined and buffed. That was what Felicity always thought. ‘At Least’. ‘Good enough’. ‘Better than nothing’. She may have only been a few months old, but she still accepted this life. Accepted its hardships. And then challenged them as if her troubles were merely commonplace. Even after her father disappeared. He had stepped out to hunt one evening, the small family running low on food, and had never returned. Whether he had been killed by one of the beasts that linger in the shadows, or had left them out of desperation, they did not know. But felicity believes it was the beasts, she simply could not see her intelligent and kind hearted father leaving his family behind. They carried on.

             As the sun rose to the east casting an orange and yellow glow across the sky, almost blending the sand below it to hide the horizons presence. Felicity stretched out her delicate small paws, pushing the sand aside as she yawned. Her blue eyes catching a glimpse of Gareth as he curled up tighter, unwilling to get up. Felicity sat up stretching out her back and neck. It was just another day. Another day of hardship and struggle. But she didn’t mind, it may have been hard. But it was good. Peaceful. Though Feluvium’s grace had seemed to disappear along with her father, she still held on to that hope, just as she held onto her father’s memory through the small sapphire earing he had passed onto her. And yet. Something felt different. A cloud of doubt hung within her mind as she went about her usual day. While her mother and brother went in search of water she went out to hunt. She certainly wasn’t built to take down large prey, and she knew this. But her father had left her with something even better. A manipulative wit and the stamina of a god. As soon as she had caught scent of an un-expecting prey she began to trot towards it. Holding herself with grace and dignity as she flowed across the sandy surface, her flowy tail mimicking the wind. And once her prey had spotted her? She continued to trot, a little faster this time. For it didn’t matter if it saw her coming, or if she were upwind. She would continue to follow. A relentless pursuit. Just as the prey felt that it was safe, there she was. Like an ethereal and beautiful haunting she would be there, always, until the prey was both exhausted in body and mind. It was then that she would pick up pace, then that she would take it down and slowly drag it back. It was then that she realized her feeling of doubt was not unwarranted. Upon nearing home she could hear howls and barks of victory, the kinds you only heard from the wild and barbaric packs of wretched disheveled canines, those living under the gods who devote to pleasure and war. Felicity dropped her kill. Her light and elegant feet dashed across the shifting sands with as much haste as she could manage. In the confines of the dunes that surrounded her once comfortable den were the figures and shadows of a large pack of dogs, in the middle of the circle her mother and young brother. Without a moments hesitation the young spotted doe leapt over the surrounding dogs, landing gently besides her family before bearing her teeth and pinning her ears. At this you could hear a few more chuckles and howls, as well as a few whistles and cat calls. Felicity was disgusted.

             “Hey now, easy does it there,” an authoritative voice beckoned the group and they parted their stance, creating a small opening in their circle for a tall white male to pass through. His curled tail and cropped ears propped up, showing his dominance before the others.

             “Well well . . . what pretty little thing do we have here?” He ran his eyes over Felicity as she growled in response, showing her ‘pretty little teeth’ to match. Her mother behind her begged her to leave, to take Gareth with her and run, but Felicity refused to leave her behind.

             “What do you want? Water? Food?” Felicity snarled, “I made a kill not long ago, the corpse is just beyond that dune. Take it and leave, unless you would prefer to trade places with it.” She stood squarely in front of this white male, her face only a short distance away from his as he smirked.

             “Settle now darling.” He motioned his head for two of the other dogs to check for the prey she had left behind. “Food and water are all good and well, but, it’s not often one comes across a little rarity as yourself.” Felicity snapped at him as he circled her, “Or one with as much attitude,” he chuckled. With another flick of his sharp head the small family was forced from their place to follow. The night was dawning as they approached the other dogs encampment. It was larger than what Felicity had anticipated, the rough howls and chattering of drunken enjoyment. As they entered the camp the torches were lit, as if by some mere coincidence they lit with each of her approaching steps, like some sick fate lighting the way. /So this . . . this must be zonje. . ./ Felicity thought. She held her head high, the red and yellow glow of fire illuminating her flowy coat as if she herself were fire, and she enjoyed it. She was not the only one to notice. In a brief moment she had caught him look. Glance at her.

    While her mother and brother were escorted into a small area, chained up as prisoners of war, Felicity was stolen from them, led away across their encampment. The cat calls and wolfish howls disgusted her at first, the attention however, did not. The white lead male continued infront of her, and on occasion looked back. The two guard dogs behind her occasionally getting a little too close for comfort, yet Felicity didn’t flinch. She was beginning to figure out this game, so instead, she continued forward. Head held high, eyes looking forward as if those around her were non-existent. Every time one of the guard dogs had slid alongside her, or attempted to make a pass at her the white dog infront would glance back. Each time more aggressively than the last. / Got you. / Felicity thought.

                 “If either of you touches her you will be dealing with me.” He finally growled without needing turn around as we neared what Felicity could only assume was his own den. The other two dogs immediately backed down. Stopping near the entrance and then turning to stand guard. “Be sure to let everyone else know as well.” He snarled, before flinging the curtain to the entrance closed. Felicity stood there, not entirely sure what to expect. Her mind wirred as the white male circled her again, his eyes glazing over her spotted coat and to her blue eyes as she stood straight, keeping an eye on him, and bearing her teeth.

    “You are . . . something of a sight.” He whispered to her as she snarled, “No, I not going to hurt you. Nor am I going to take from you . . . not yet.” He circled a little too closely to Felicity, his coat brushing up against her as he came to stand by her side. He was much taller than she was, Probably some type of hound or dane cross, though his curly tail eluded him to also being of some type of cross. His ears were high set, a scar adorning his muzzle that crossed between his hazel eyes, and overall, Felicity thought, he was actually quite attractive.

                 “You will be my mate. Matriarch. I can give you all that you desire, crave, lust for. . . “ He smirked at her. Felicity scoffed.

    “Tish. If that was the case, you would have left when we had first met. But. . . I may be willing to stay. . . If you grant my mother and brother safe freedom.” Felicity worded carefully, lacing her words with silken promise. The white male licked over his teeth.

    “mmm alright sweet heart, I suppose that much I can do.” He left her side and wandered over to the entrance of the den, giving a short whistle like nose, two submissive females came in with an array of bluish cloth. When the male had stepped out they proceeded to dress felicity in all manner of silken drapes and bands. Felicity had pondered trying to escape, however, with little knowledge of the encampments layout, let alone now that it was engulfed in the dangers of night. So for now. She would accept her fate.

    A month had passed. Then two. Three. Felicity had grown accustom to the attention. Her silver tongue and quiet mind made her both unpredictable and alluring to those who caught a glimps as she strolled the streets by her ‘mates’ side. The white male, Tallor, had kept his promise. Both her mother and brother had been set free, and so she too would keep her promise, for now. During the night Felicity would walk the empty paths of the camp, often praying to one day see them again. On occasion Tallor would wake up, and yet, oddly enough, never once did he discipline Felicity for having left when she would sneak back into the den. It was perhaps just a thought, just a fleeting feeling, but, Felicity could have sworn, she was growing attached to the male. But regardless, she knew that she could not stay. Within the confines of the encampment a shadow had be growing. Talk of a mutiny, a murder, and the chaos that would ensue. This would, perhaps, be her chance. As the days continued on she would slip in words. Tales and rumours to only rouse the talk of betrayal. And suspicion grew, all the while Felicity sat upon a false thrown to watch it all crumble. It was during one fatefull night that Felicity heard a commotion. Both her and Tallor woke up to the heat of fire and snarls of war outside the den. Felicity quickly lept to her feet, dashing towards the door as Tallor raced behind her. Felicity was sure he would tackle her down, but instead, a light tug on one of her drapes. Felicity quickly turned around, but remained silent. Tallor simply looked at her for a moment.

    “Go . . . perhaps. . . I will find you again.”  Was the last thing he had said before joining the chaos outside. Felicity took this moment to take off her silken garments and make for the back entrance out, glancing back one more time before disappearing across the dunes, With morning fast approaching she needed to distance herself, but for her, distance wouldn’t be a problem. And she ran. For miles. Unsure of where she would go, but finally away from. . . well. . . she wasn’t sure. Though most of the dogs of the encampment treated her as a piece of eye candy, she was kept save by Tallor, and now, perhaps, she had brought about his downfall.

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= Relationships =

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Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single

.Mate.
Tallor | Though not truly a mate... perhaps we will meet again.

.Family.
1. Gareth | Brother, i do hope you and mother are alright out there.
2. Dellora | Mother. You have raised me well, perhaps we will meet again.
3. Charlie | Father. You trained me to be smart, independent, and kindhearted. RIP
etc.

.Pack Mates.
1. None | Description of Relationship.


.Other.
1. None | Description of Relationship.

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