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Date Posted: 19:36:04 09/26/01 Wed
Name: Tiger
Age: 6
Gender: Female
Species: Mazive
Appearance: She's of average height for her age, nothing unusual. Her skin is of copper, her black hair cut short. Tiger is of boyish appearance, just the way she wants to be, not slender nor pretty, just average.
She wears rolled up pants and a tattered shirt, and a sharp obsidian rock hangs from a piece of string around her neck.
Personality: She's average. That's all that can really be said about her. Tiger doesn't speak that well, doesn't do much at all well, actually. She copies people and animals(sometimes), for the fun of it, and the habits she copies occasionally get permanently stuck.
Background/History: She wasn't abandoned or anything... she just 'ran away'. Tiger's parents were seadwellers, and never truely named her. But they would tell her fantastic stories of the creatures on the land, her favorite was the tiger. And so, she named herself. It wasn't proper for a woman, and her mother said so, but her father encouraged Tiger's rough habits, wants, and needs.
Well one day she just jumped out. She can't be sure why she did so, it wasn't as if life on the sea at all times was that bad... Then, she felt as if she was lifted up, and carried until she could see shore. From there she swam, and that's how she came.
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