Just a basisHometown: The
TaigaFirst Memory: The flood of color when she opened her eyes
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her: giving up her childhood to be a better- more mature- plumerian.
Why/How? if she hadn't done it, she may have had a much more rocky relationship with her father as well as not been a forest guardian. She molded herself into who she is today.
Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how: Her father and mother dying left a huge hole in her life and made her to be who they wanted her to be, the perfect forest guardian.
Her father dying also made her fear the night, as it occurred during the night and fear the hunters coming for her.
Biggest role model: Both her mother and father
Why?Her father has made her who she is today, a mature young lady as well as a great forest guardian.
Her mother taught her the things that are good to eat and use for healing in the forest, as well as how to fly.
Mira's history in her eyesInfancy: (Age 0-3)The first time I was aloud to go outside and meet the world was only moments after I had opened my sweet blue eyes, my white wings tiny and my horns only little brown stubs. I remembered the flood of color that hit my eyes, the odd creatures scuffling about around me. What surprised me most was the giant tree that I had apparently lived under, the giant opening much more noticeable now. Unfortunately, I was rather clumsy as my father showed me my home. I constantly bumped into things, tripped, set off two traps- which my father was not pleased with- and pricked my paw on a thorn and yowled an ear piercing yowl. I wasn't what my father wanted me to be. "This can't be my daughter." He said gruffly. "A forest guardian must be graceful, serene. What is this you have given me?" He said, clearly annoyed with how I was. "She is anything but graceful, and she disrupted the peace that we had in the forest. Within a few paw steps she had nearly gotten herself killed by foolishly walking into traps." He hissed. My mother sighed, looking at me carefully. "Then I know just the name for her, Kasmira- the destroyer of peace." She said, her tone low as if she were afraid to say it any louder. That night, and many nights after, I sat outside, listening to the whistling of the wind and the crickets sing their lovely song.
Childhood: (Age 4-12)When I was 4 my dad- still rather upset at the fact I was not what he wanted- started prowling the forest without me. I was determined to prove him wrong. For awhile I went off in the back of our giant and very old tree, practicing to be a well mannered young lady, as well as the guardian my dad had always wanted. It saddened me to hear the young Plumerians running through the forest, laughing and enjoying the wonders of what lay in this vast place. Daring each other to go further and further, climbing the trees and such. Instead of trying to meet them I simply watched and listened, knowing I could not have that. I only sighed, practicing day and night to be perfect- which soon scared me so. I focused at night, listening to the things around me. Hearing the ruffling noises and scuffling paws only soothed me, yet a mystery lay out there beyond our tree, and I was yet to discover it.
Adolescence: (Age 13-19)When I was thirteen my horns started to grow out, it hurting a tad. My wings also grew, and I was your normal moody teenager that was common. I spent a few months at a time trying to learn how to fly correctly, my mother teaching me this. She always said that I should by like an owl- silent. Instead, she told me I flapped much to loud and the intruder would hear me a mile away. She had a hint of love in her voice, so I was not offended by this at all, in fact it lightened up my mood a bit. By the time I was 15 everything had grown in permanently and I was shaping up to be the guardian my father wanted. He finally told me he was proud, and actually let me fly around and scour with him. It became our thing, and suddenly not being a child payed off. I was happy for myself, and so was my mother. She was more of a stay at home mom, having no wings at all to allow her to fly like us. It didn't bother her, so I was not bothered by it either. Me and my father did this, and once I was eighteen we had our own routine. I would fly over the left half and my father over the right. I still had a lot to learn about the forest, and I did not see the danger lurking inside.
When I was nineteen I believed I could go out alone, still having limited knowledge about what is good or bad. I remember sitting where I was when I was a child, remembering the countless hours practicing to be who was sitting there know. It was dark, the moon shining and the wind howling in my ears. It was perfect, yet one thing still intrigued me. What was behind the shrubbery that blocked my sight? I ventured further into the depths of the forest. Little did I know how dangerous it had been. I lost my father that night, discovering hunters. I blamed myself, if I hadn't been so curious this never would have happened. He's gone.
Adulthood: (Age 20-54)My mother died a year after, catching a terrible cold. Her poor and weakening immune system wasn't fighting off the disease as it should have been, and no matter how hard I tried I could not save her. She was gone to.
Here I am today, twenty three years of age and my mind still replaying these memories. The horrified scream of my father as a bullet pierces his flesh. How that the night had not been kind to me, and temptation had killed him. I had killed him. I'm alone, forever to be alone and never with another being, as I may make the same mistake once more. We all have flaws, and mine had led to death.
