Name: Prisma
Pen: 1
What will you use it for: I’ve never roleplayed before, so I might try that out with her. I would also like to make art of her. If I'm chosen to be her owner, I hope to eventually adopt a male too, so that I can breed her <3
Why do you want it: Because she is gorgeous and so unique. I fell in love with this species the first time I saw it, and ironically this girl was the first one I saw. It’s not often that I am able to sit down and write out a character’s bio without getting bored, but I had a lot of fun doing this girl’s! She would also be my first *official* animal character (all the rest of mine are humans/shapeshifters xD )
Personality:
General Personality - Serious, responsible; seems cold to those who don’t know her, but she is very loyal to those who are close to her. She is extremely blunt and won’t hesitate to express her feelings.
How She Expresses Anger – Prisma is generally able to keep her cool around someone or something she doesn’t particularly care for; however, if you do manage to trigger her temper, watch out – you may not escape alive!
How She Expresses Sadness – Prisma frequently has moments of sadness, mostly if for some reason something makes her remember her past. She will generally go off by herself until the sadness fades, which may take a few days.
How She Expresses Happiness – Prisma seldom expresses open happiness, but when she does, it is a sight to behold. Her eyes light up and her entire countenance seems brighter. This is mainly seen when she is around cubs.
Humor - When she does joke, her sense of humor is very dry and it is sometimes difficult to tell whether she is kidding or not.
How She Interacts With The Opposite Gender – Prisma is cordial to males, although she does not take kindly to them hitting on her. First she simply ignores them, but if they are persistent, she will give them a small warning attack. Most males respect her independence after seeing this display.
History:
-General History-
Prisma was born an only cub. Her father was killed before she was born, and her mother died when she was only 4 weeks old. She had to learn to defend and hunt for herself. Due to this, she came to the conclusion that it was better to be alone than risk losing someone she is close to. She seems cold and standoffish to most, but those who know her history understand that she is really kind and compassionate at heart.
Despite her reservations with others, Prisma’s secret wish is to find a mate and have cubs of her own. She still hasn’t mated yet, as she hasn’t found a male she has felt a connection with. She has a massive soft spot for babies, and has even been known to play with them when nobody is looking.
She frequently goes off by herself for long periods of time, sometimes for weeks on end. She is very strong and is fully capable of caring for herself, a fact she expresses quite readily. She is one of the best hunters in her homeland, a result of having to learn at a very young age.
(I’ve written out a story that covers her early childhood.)
-Prologue-
Small mewling echoed off the walls of the cave. A female Cryst had just given birth to her first cub. She licked its head tenderly, and looked down upon her little girl proudly. She knew someday her baby would grow up to be a strong and successful hunter, just like her father. A pang of sadness hit her at the thought of her deceased mate, but then an important thought was brought to the forefront of her mind.
“Your name is Prisma, after your grandmother,” she whispered. Her cub mewled and cuddled closer to her. She chuckled softly. “I suppose that means you approve.”
The small cub buried into the warm, soft fur of her mother’s belly, safe and content. Little did she know what was in store for her later on.
-Chapter 1-
“Mother!” Prisma shouted, scampering into the cave. She was panting, eyes wild with excitement. Snow clung to her fur, which had just barely begun to darken into her adult color. “I found somethin’ really cool. You gotta come see this!”
Mother smiled and rose to her feet, padding along behind her daughter. It was such a joy to see her baby so happy. “Oh really? Just what is this ‘somethin’ you found?”
“A giant icicle!” Prisma exclaimed excitedly. “C’mon!” She bounded on ahead, further into the forest. Her mother loped to keep up with her, mindful to watch for dangers ahead.
Just as they rounded a particularly large snowbank, the scent of a hostile stranger reached Prisma’s mother. She froze for a moment before scooping her cub into her mouth and leaping into the snowbank.
“Mother, what-?”
“Shh, darling. Remember how we practiced the silent game?” she whispered. Prisma nodded. “Well, we need to play that game now, okay?”
The scent grew stronger, indicating the closeness of the threat. The fur on her back rose as she listened to the almost-silent footfalls of the stranger. Prisma squirmed against her, obviously sensing her tension.
The footsteps stopped. The scent stayed stationary, and it appeared as the stranger had stopped directly in front of the snowbank. Prisma’s mother began to shake with adrenaline. This was not good. If it was a rogue Cryst, she may not be strong enough to fight him off. On the other hand, if he found her baby, it would be disasterous.
There was only one thing to do. “Darling, there’s something I need to do. As soon as I jump out of her, head back to the cave, okay?” Prisma looked confused, but nodded. “That’s my girl.” She nuzzled the cub.
She crouched into a ready position and sprang from the snowdrift, ready to attack.
- - -
Prisma stayed there for a moment, frightened by the furious growls and crashing noises. She started to turn around and head back to the cave, but caught sight of her mother and spun back, just in time to see her mother getting thrown into a boulder. She fell to the ground, motionless.
“MOTHER!” Prisma screamed, racing towards her. She skidded to a stop in front of her mother’s prone form. She nudged her. “Mother? Mother!”
“Prisma? I told…you…to…run…” she whispered faintly. Prisma watched her mother, concerned. What was wrong with her? “Listen, baby…I need you to…to…run…don’t…be…scared…and…become…strong.” She heaved a heavy sigh, eyelids fluttering closed. “…just…like…your…father…”
“Mother! Mother, wake up!” Prisma urged frantically, pawing her mother’s leg. But then a menacing growl erupted from directly behind her. Prisma gasped a spun around, coming face to face with a huge male. He bared his teeth at her and tried to strike.
Prisma barely scampered out of the way. She launched off at full speed, dodging trees and snowbanks as she ran. She ran and ran and ran until the sky was dark, and she could run no more.
- - -
For several days, Prisma wandered around aimlessly. She’d gotten lost while trying to get away from the rogue, and since she had no idea how to hunt, she hadn’t eaten and was extremely hungry. She happened upon a half-frozen stream, where she stopped to take a drink.
Suddenly, a mouth scurried across the snow in front of her. Prisma tried to pounce on it, but it managed to get away. She decided to look for more potential prey. The next few attempts were also failed.
“How did mother do it again?” she wondered. Then she remembered seeing her mother bury into the snow and wait for the animal to draw near. She found a place with deep snow and buried into it, waiting.
She smelled the musky scent of a squirrel getting closer. She tensed up and waited for the right moment. Then she sprung up out of the snow, claws out. She looked down in surprise to find the rodent pinned beneath her paws, lifeless. Prisma wanted to eat it right then and there, but knew it wouldn’t be safe.
She picked it up in her mouth and carried it to a bush, burrowing under it. Hunkering down, she lowered her head and feasted on her first kill. The meal left her feeling sleepy and content.
She curled up into a ball and sighed. Her last thought before she fell asleep was…
…Mother would be proud of me.
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Other: Thank you so very much for the opportunity, Lirrie! <3 This girl is stunning, and this was so much fun to write!