Username: Raff + Rhett
Name: Xhosa - means fierce in the Xhosa language (Southern African tribe)
Gender: Female
Personality: Despite her name, Xhosa is actually really kind and down to earth... If you get on her good side. If not, she is not someone you want to have as a foe. Early on, she learned that the world isn't always going to be good to her, so she isn't good to the world. Xhosa is willing to fight for what she believes in, and if you disagree with her, she'll be more than willing to fight you, too. A bit biased, she hasn't quite learned not to judge a book by its cover, which gives her some enemies easily.
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Favorite time of day: Xhosa's favorite time of day is at dusk, when everything is just settling down and the night life is coming out. She enjoys this time of day particularly because it is the easiest to strike down an opponent. They're not expecting it, thus making them an easy target and giving her a thrill when she attacks. However, there is another reason to why she loves the dusk so much, but it is far deeper than anyone would have expected this fierce girl to have.
At dusk a few years back, she was planning an attack on an enemy group* when she heard a voice behind her asking what she was doing. Immediately Xhosa spun around, claws unsheathed and fangs bared, ready to attack...
Only to see it was a pitiful excuse of a Field Runner staring back at her. He looked around her age, and had a curious aura about him.
Xhosa did not hesitate to attack, however.
They fought for a bit, the male driving Xhosa further and further away from her enemies when the female was finally pinned. She growled up at him, and was surprised to see that he (strangely enough) didn't seem phased by her.
The darker colored Field Runner grinned and asked her her name. She didn't respond. He asked again. Again, she didn't respond. But the male persevered, and this game went on for a few more minutes before Xhosa finally grew tired and frustrated with it. She reluctantly told him her name, and asked if she could leave.
Surprisingly, the male nodded and released her.
Immediately Xhosa bolted, but one thing stuck in her mind. Who was that Field Runner...
And why did he make her feel this strange emotion in her chest?
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