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Art by InTheDappledRain until I can get off my own ass and draw her myself.

Been a while huh?

General Information

Name: Jhazara

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: 6 Years

Birthday: June 1st 45 BC

Skills: Artisan (learned) and Warrior (learning)

Species: African Leopon Panthera Pardus x Panthera leo

Physical Description: Jhazara is above average in size for a Leopon, covered in reddish fur with spots mainly covering her legs. Those who knew Mirum would estimate them to be about the same size. She has a dark red patchy mane, mostly on her neck and forehead, but there's a tuft on her chest as well. She's well built and muscly, but theres a wiryness to it from all the traveling she's done in her life and left over from some particularly gangly teenage years. There's a scar on her right brow from an old injury, but the story changes every time she's asked. Her eyes are purple.

Armor: To be designed, but has front metal leg guards modeled after her mothers and a shoulder guard at least, in addition to some goggles stolen off a cart and re-fitted to her face.

Traits
Dominant:
Reddish pelt color: (AA) Leopard Spots: (Aa)

Recessive:
Purple eye color: (aa) Light colored belly: (aa) Lion-like tail tuft: (aa)

Carrier:
pale colored mane: (aa) Dark color pelt: (aa) Green eyes: (Aa) melanism: (aa)

Mutations:
Mane (Aa)

Note: Carrier Traits cannot be seen. They are the combinations that could have been but weren't

Apprentices
Current Apprentice: N/A

Other Apprentices: N/A

Past/Current Mentor: N/A

Personality, Biography, and History

Personality:

Loyal|Nostalgic|Strong willed|Caring|Creative|Rowdy|Hot Headed

Loyal: "I've got your back, just make sure you've got mine too, yeah?"

Jhazara's friends and loved ones know that when you need her, she'll be there, come hell or high waters. Got a secret? Well, you can trust Jhazara to keep it. She's reliable and willing to help out in a pinch, even if it is in her own brand of chaotic.

Nostalgic: "I remember the old scents as strongly as if they were still there. I miss them, you know."

Sometimes Jhazara feels like she's living out of time. Coming back to the empires after years away with so much having changed is a culture shock she wasn't expecting. Places she once knew as being often frequented are overgrown and unused. She can often be found sitting around, lost in thought, remembering years past wishing that things could be alright again. She's not ungrateful for the life she's lived, far from it. But deep down, she feels like the life she was supposed to have was ripped out from under her and burned down before her very eyes, by the claws of the cats who attacked her family.

Strong willed: "I'll finish it because I can, I'm running on pure spite at this point."

Like mother like daughter, Jhazara is strong willed, though some would argue bull headed or stubborn to be a more accurate word. Once she sets her mind to something, it takes a while to get her to back down. Good luck convincing her to change her mind once she's made a decision.

Caring: "Here, let me help you with that. There's no point struggling on your own."

Not quite a bleeding heart, Jhazara will lend a paw where needed, even to strangers, if she feels they don't mean her ill intentions. She's seen enough pain in her life to know that sometimes, while it won't fix everything, knowing you're not alone and someone is willing to put in the time to make things a little less miserable, can help.

Creative: "Well if we add a joint here then we can use less material there while strengthening the piece overall, plus I can add a cool floral motif to it that I couldn't have done otherwise."

Being the daughter of a blacksmith who she was later trained by means she developed a creative side to herself early on as a cub was only honed and refined with age. In the traditional sense, she's always got a fun new idea for projects to make, or designs to incorporate into armor. Always looking to make "boring" solutions more interesting, Jhazara's ideas are outside the box. They don't always work of course, but that inevitably just gives her more fuel to try a different just as outside the box idea on a thought that it'll work this time.

Rowdy: "Oh come on don't just sit there and be boring, grab a hammer and lets have some fun!"

Jhazara's got a fiery spirit, and she isn't quiet about it. While she has her moments of quiet contemplation of the past, those are easily juxtaposed by her loudly existing wherever she is. Especially if she's by a forge. She's a flurry of activity that only stops for food and sleep. Her paws are restless and always itch to be doing something, be it putting something together or taking it apart.

Hot Headed: "Say that again and I'll kick your ass into next week."

Something else she picked up from Mirum, while not hair trigger quick to anger, it doesn't take much with the right buttons pushed. When angry she's no louder than normal, but there's an underlying rage to her words and actions that isn't usually there. Provided she has the ability, she'd rather take her anger out on some stubborn piece of metal or other inanimate object, but those claws aren't just for show, either.

Background:

Birth and cubhood:

Jhazara's birth parents aren't relevant to her story. Obviously, she had them, and one was a leopard and one was a lion. But she never knew them, nor does she care to. No, whats important are who she considers her real parents. Mirum and Abella met shortly after Mirum joined fire empire. Abella was the blacksmith after all, and Mirum was a gladiator who needed armor fitted. It was not an instant connection, but a friendship that developed into more that was only realized on the eve of a massive battle the likes of which the empires hadn't seen before and would be a long time before they'd see one again. Thankfully, both survived, and Mirum, now the empire's leader, realized the feelings were mutual. During one of fire empires raids on a city caravan, they found Jhazara and her sister Mintaka, along with two other cubs, Callisto and Delico who would soon be just as much family as Jhazara's blood sister, tucked away in a cage bound for Masillia. The cubs were retrieved and adopted by the pair. And their odd little found family, which included Mars, the other fire empire blacksmith that was as much a daughter to Mirum as the four new cubs, was happy, barring the daily stresses of empire life. Jhazara wanted nothing more than to grow up making her empire, and her parents proud.

A Fires Travels:

Unfortunately, that was not to be the case. One day, several months after her mom had stepped down from duties as empire leader, the bounty hunters raided the empire with a fury that rivaled that with which the empires attacked the city before her birth. In the fighting Jhazara and Delico got separated from their family, only finding them again after hearing Abella crying out. Mirum had been badly hurt, and if left where she was would be captured by the hunters or worse. Without thinking except to save their mom, Jhazara and Delico helped Abella take Mirum away from the fighting. The next several days, or even weeks, are a blur to her. Moving slowly enough to not make Mirum's injuries worse, while quickly enough to keep out of the grasp of any hunters looking for fire empire stragglers. Jhazara remembers trying to go back, only to find destroyed remains and the bodies of those who didn't make it. She knew Mirum wouldn't have wanted to leave the empires behind, but both she and Abella were getting older, and with her injuries wouldn't be fighting again for a long time, so the family made the hard decision to leave, having not had luck finding the rest of their family. Why they didn't go to the other empires, Jhazara couldn't tell you, many of the decisions made in that time didn't make sense to her.

They traveled for several months before settling down in a place they eventually would manage to call home.

A Flame Rekindled:

Years passed, Mirum recovered, Jhazara and Delico grew up more. Their parents taught them what they knew, though really Jhazara took more to the blacksmithing skills than her brother. But the home they left behind never left the minds of the family. There had been no goodbyes, no closure, no nothing. Just panic, and running, and sadness. Jhazara's parents, being used to catastrophic loss that comes from having been born in the city as coliseum fodder, did their best to help their two remaining cubs process things. For the most part, they were successful, but the nostalgia of what used to be never left Jhazara. Eventually restless paws and a desire to return, if just for a little while, won out. After some preparation, and parting gifts from her family, with the promises to see each other again in this life, she began the long journey back to where everything began.

Its hard, returning to a place once called home and finding out that no home is there anymore. But relying on old memories, she found some familiar places, places she once knew, that once knew her. Some days she feels like a ghost existing in a place long since dead, but on other days, particularly after the days where the cats who gathered together to rekindle the ashes of those who once walked in fire, who called themselves the Ashfall tribe came together, she feels that there's a life there again.

Family and Empire Relations

Relations

(i'm having trouble getting links to work the way I want right now thanks Eclipse)

Adopted Mother: Mirum/Lion/Former Fire Empire Leader/Alive

Adopted Mother: Abella/Snow Leopard/Former Fire Empire Blacksmith/Alive

Sister: Mintaka/Leopon/Fire Empire Apprentice/Deceased

Adopted Brother: Delico/Snow Cougar/Former Fire Empire Apprentice/Alive

Adopted Sister: Callisto/Snow Cougar/Shadow Empire Apprentice/Alive

Adopted Sister: Mars/Serval/Rogue Blacksmith/Alive

Mate: N/A
Cubs: N/A

Relationships

= Neutral
= Friend
= Close Friend
= Crush
= Love
= Dislike/Hate
= Family
= Jealous
= Respect

Rogues

Outside the Rogues

Plots and Prophecies, Wanted Status, and Empire Points

WANTED STATUS

Unknown wanted status

Empire Statistics
Empire Points: 0

Roleplay Sample:

(From a discord rp)

She’d told Adrian to watch the ferrets tonight, she’d told her other sister to not stay up for her if she got too tired, as they’d organized a few weeks before. The outfit was done, the cities had warmed up, she’d gotten used to the workflow at the park. It was time. The sun had set several hours ago, she’d gotten to her sister’s house after work, had dinner, and gotten ready. Looking at herself in the mirror, she only recognized herself because she knew every step that had led her to this moment. The mirrored finish on the aviation goggles reflecting the mirror into infinitely shrinking copies of her and the guest room in her sister’s house. She was sure to get out pretty quickly afterwards, before the mixture of nervousness and excitement that roiled inside her gut made her lose her nerve. Her expression didn’t show it, but she was sure Ariyah could tell, her siblings were always good at telling when Ari’s expression didn’t match her internal feelings. It was like the worst pre-show jitters she’d had in college amplified by the knowledge that this time was different, this time she was looking, well, more accurately, hoping, for trouble

She’d opted to go on foot deeper into the city from her sister’s house. A car was faster, sure, but also conspicuous if she would have to leave it behind. No, no, she could get back just fine on foot. Outside of the glare of the streetlights, her gloved hands found the edge of her hood and adjusted it, pulling it forward to properly shade her face. She looked out into the empty streets and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and puffing out her chest, just a little. It would be fine, she’d gotten out of plenty of scuffles before, she’d be able to handle it. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she started walking forward deeper into the city.

The moonlight and streetlamps illuminated her outfit. Shades of green, the top layer was a waterproofed woven dark green poncho, light green trim along the edges, it was shorter up near where her arms went, to allow for more movement. The edges of the poncho were fringed a mix of dark and light green. Underneath it, a long-sleeved loose fitting dark green shirt, also edged in the same light green, flashes of the black long sleeved under armor showing when she moved her arms. The pants were heavy duty dark green cargo pants, with plenty of pockets and padding, black knee-pads sewn into them for hard landings. Brown steel toed work boots peaked out from the hems of the pants, laces tied tight and tucked away. Around her wrists and forearms were metal wrist guards, held onto her arms with straps and long finger-less gloves, padded on the palms. Her goggles were fit snugly over her eyes, the mirrored finish not impeding her vision at all, but the color of the lenses tinted things a bit blue. Hidden underneath her shirt, the charms Wormwood and Idris gave her months ago were tucked into a pocket of a thick dark green vest, just in case. She could feel the leather bracelet spell focus pressing into her skin underneath her wrist guards. Reflecting off the streetlights was the clasp that held the poncho in place, small, rounded silver colored metal with three loose swirls stamped on it. A gust of wind. She was keeping an eye out for anything unusual, but as she walked, she slowly felt out with her magic, looking for disturbances in the air currents. Feeling out to sense if anyone or anything was nearby. She took another deep breath and did her best to relax her posture. She could deal with anxieties later; tonight, wasn’t a night where Ariana was out on the town. No, no tonight was the first night for a new role she’d been preparing for months. Tonight, it was Slipstream’s first night out, and, should things go right, a debut.

Description

Art by InTheDappledRain until I can get off my own ass and draw her myself.

Been a while huh?

General Information

Name: Jhazara

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: 6 Years

Birthday: June 1st 45 BC

Skills: Artisan (learned) and Warrior (learning)

Species: African Leopon Panthera Pardus x Panthera leo

Physical Description: Jhazara is above average in size for a Leopon, covered in reddish fur with spots mainly covering her legs. Those who knew Mirum would estimate them to be about the same size. She has a dark red patchy mane, mostly on her neck and forehead, but there's a tuft on her chest as well. She's well built and muscly, but theres a wiryness to it from all the traveling she's done in her life and left over from some particularly gangly teenage years. There's a scar on her right brow from an old injury, but the story changes every time she's asked. Her eyes are purple.

Armor: To be designed, but has front metal leg guards modeled after her mothers and a shoulder guard at least, in addition to some goggles stolen off a cart and re-fitted to her face.

Traits
Dominant:
Reddish pelt color: (AA) Leopard Spots: (Aa)

Recessive:
Purple eye color: (aa) Light colored belly: (aa) Lion-like tail tuft: (aa)

Carrier:
pale colored mane: (aa) Dark color pelt: (aa) Green eyes: (Aa) melanism: (aa)

Mutations:
Mane (Aa)

Note: Carrier Traits cannot be seen. They are the combinations that could have been but weren't

Apprentices
Current Apprentice: N/A

Other Apprentices: N/A

Past/Current Mentor: N/A

Personality, Biography, and History

Personality:

Loyal|Nostalgic|Strong willed|Caring|Creative|Rowdy|Hot Headed

Loyal: "I've got your back, just make sure you've got mine too, yeah?"

Jhazara's friends and loved ones know that when you need her, she'll be there, come hell or high waters. Got a secret? Well, you can trust Jhazara to keep it. She's reliable and willing to help out in a pinch, even if it is in her own brand of chaotic.

Nostalgic: "I remember the old scents as strongly as if they were still there. I miss them, you know."

Sometimes Jhazara feels like she's living out of time. Coming back to the empires after years away with so much having changed is a culture shock she wasn't expecting. Places she once knew as being often frequented are overgrown and unused. She can often be found sitting around, lost in thought, remembering years past wishing that things could be alright again. She's not ungrateful for the life she's lived, far from it. But deep down, she feels like the life she was supposed to have was ripped out from under her and burned down before her very eyes, by the claws of the cats who attacked her family.

Strong willed: "I'll finish it because I can, I'm running on pure spite at this point."

Like mother like daughter, Jhazara is strong willed, though some would argue bull headed or stubborn to be a more accurate word. Once she sets her mind to something, it takes a while to get her to back down. Good luck convincing her to change her mind once she's made a decision.

Caring: "Here, let me help you with that. There's no point struggling on your own."

Not quite a bleeding heart, Jhazara will lend a paw where needed, even to strangers, if she feels they don't mean her ill intentions. She's seen enough pain in her life to know that sometimes, while it won't fix everything, knowing you're not alone and someone is willing to put in the time to make things a little less miserable, can help.

Creative: "Well if we add a joint here then we can use less material there while strengthening the piece overall, plus I can add a cool floral motif to it that I couldn't have done otherwise."

Being the daughter of a blacksmith who she was later trained by means she developed a creative side to herself early on as a cub was only honed and refined with age. In the traditional sense, she's always got a fun new idea for projects to make, or designs to incorporate into armor. Always looking to make "boring" solutions more interesting, Jhazara's ideas are outside the box. They don't always work of course, but that inevitably just gives her more fuel to try a different just as outside the box idea on a thought that it'll work this time.

Rowdy: "Oh come on don't just sit there and be boring, grab a hammer and lets have some fun!"

Jhazara's got a fiery spirit, and she isn't quiet about it. While she has her moments of quiet contemplation of the past, those are easily juxtaposed by her loudly existing wherever she is. Especially if she's by a forge. She's a flurry of activity that only stops for food and sleep. Her paws are restless and always itch to be doing something, be it putting something together or taking it apart.

Hot Headed: "Say that again and I'll kick your ass into next week."

Something else she picked up from Mirum, while not hair trigger quick to anger, it doesn't take much with the right buttons pushed. When angry she's no louder than normal, but there's an underlying rage to her words and actions that isn't usually there. Provided she has the ability, she'd rather take her anger out on some stubborn piece of metal or other inanimate object, but those claws aren't just for show, either.

Background:

Birth and cubhood:

Jhazara's birth parents aren't relevant to her story. Obviously, she had them, and one was a leopard and one was a lion. But she never knew them, nor does she care to. No, whats important are who she considers her real parents. Mirum and Abella met shortly after Mirum joined fire empire. Abella was the blacksmith after all, and Mirum was a gladiator who needed armor fitted. It was not an instant connection, but a friendship that developed into more that was only realized on the eve of a massive battle the likes of which the empires hadn't seen before and would be a long time before they'd see one again. Thankfully, both survived, and Mirum, now the empire's leader, realized the feelings were mutual. During one of fire empires raids on a city caravan, they found Jhazara and her sister Mintaka, along with two other cubs, Callisto and Delico who would soon be just as much family as Jhazara's blood sister, tucked away in a cage bound for Masillia. The cubs were retrieved and adopted by the pair. And their odd little found family, which included Mars, the other fire empire blacksmith that was as much a daughter to Mirum as the four new cubs, was happy, barring the daily stresses of empire life. Jhazara wanted nothing more than to grow up making her empire, and her parents proud.

A Fires Travels:

Unfortunately, that was not to be the case. One day, several months after her mom had stepped down from duties as empire leader, the bounty hunters raided the empire with a fury that rivaled that with which the empires attacked the city before her birth. In the fighting Jhazara and Delico got separated from their family, only finding them again after hearing Abella crying out. Mirum had been badly hurt, and if left where she was would be captured by the hunters or worse. Without thinking except to save their mom, Jhazara and Delico helped Abella take Mirum away from the fighting. The next several days, or even weeks, are a blur to her. Moving slowly enough to not make Mirum's injuries worse, while quickly enough to keep out of the grasp of any hunters looking for fire empire stragglers. Jhazara remembers trying to go back, only to find destroyed remains and the bodies of those who didn't make it. She knew Mirum wouldn't have wanted to leave the empires behind, but both she and Abella were getting older, and with her injuries wouldn't be fighting again for a long time, so the family made the hard decision to leave, having not had luck finding the rest of their family. Why they didn't go to the other empires, Jhazara couldn't tell you, many of the decisions made in that time didn't make sense to her.

They traveled for several months before settling down in a place they eventually would manage to call home.

A Flame Rekindled:

Years passed, Mirum recovered, Jhazara and Delico grew up more. Their parents taught them what they knew, though really Jhazara took more to the blacksmithing skills than her brother. But the home they left behind never left the minds of the family. There had been no goodbyes, no closure, no nothing. Just panic, and running, and sadness. Jhazara's parents, being used to catastrophic loss that comes from having been born in the city as coliseum fodder, did their best to help their two remaining cubs process things. For the most part, they were successful, but the nostalgia of what used to be never left Jhazara. Eventually restless paws and a desire to return, if just for a little while, won out. After some preparation, and parting gifts from her family, with the promises to see each other again in this life, she began the long journey back to where everything began.

Its hard, returning to a place once called home and finding out that no home is there anymore. But relying on old memories, she found some familiar places, places she once knew, that once knew her. Some days she feels like a ghost existing in a place long since dead, but on other days, particularly after the days where the cats who gathered together to rekindle the ashes of those who once walked in fire, who called themselves the Ashfall tribe came together, she feels that there's a life there again.

Family and Empire Relations

Relations

(i'm having trouble getting links to work the way I want right now thanks Eclipse)

Adopted Mother: Mirum/Lion/Former Fire Empire Leader/Alive

Adopted Mother: Abella/Snow Leopard/Former Fire Empire Blacksmith/Alive

Sister: Mintaka/Leopon/Fire Empire Apprentice/Deceased

Adopted Brother: Delico/Snow Cougar/Former Fire Empire Apprentice/Alive

Adopted Sister: Callisto/Snow Cougar/Shadow Empire Apprentice/Alive

Adopted Sister: Mars/Serval/Rogue Blacksmith/Alive

Mate: N/A
Cubs: N/A

Relationships

= Neutral
= Friend
= Close Friend
= Crush
= Love
= Dislike/Hate
= Family
= Jealous
= Respect

Rogues

Outside the Rogues

Plots and Prophecies, Wanted Status, and Empire Points

WANTED STATUS

Unknown wanted status

Empire Statistics
Empire Points: 0

Roleplay Sample:

(From a discord rp)

She’d told Adrian to watch the ferrets tonight, she’d told her other sister to not stay up for her if she got too tired, as they’d organized a few weeks before. The outfit was done, the cities had warmed up, she’d gotten used to the workflow at the park. It was time. The sun had set several hours ago, she’d gotten to her sister’s house after work, had dinner, and gotten ready. Looking at herself in the mirror, she only recognized herself because she knew every step that had led her to this moment. The mirrored finish on the aviation goggles reflecting the mirror into infinitely shrinking copies of her and the guest room in her sister’s house. She was sure to get out pretty quickly afterwards, before the mixture of nervousness and excitement that roiled inside her gut made her lose her nerve. Her expression didn’t show it, but she was sure Ariyah could tell, her siblings were always good at telling when Ari’s expression didn’t match her internal feelings. It was like the worst pre-show jitters she’d had in college amplified by the knowledge that this time was different, this time she was looking, well, more accurately, hoping, for trouble

She’d opted to go on foot deeper into the city from her sister’s house. A car was faster, sure, but also conspicuous if she would have to leave it behind. No, no, she could get back just fine on foot. Outside of the glare of the streetlights, her gloved hands found the edge of her hood and adjusted it, pulling it forward to properly shade her face. She looked out into the empty streets and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and puffing out her chest, just a little. It would be fine, she’d gotten out of plenty of scuffles before, she’d be able to handle it. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she started walking forward deeper into the city.

The moonlight and streetlamps illuminated her outfit. Shades of green, the top layer was a waterproofed woven dark green poncho, light green trim along the edges, it was shorter up near where her arms went, to allow for more movement. The edges of the poncho were fringed a mix of dark and light green. Underneath it, a long-sleeved loose fitting dark green shirt, also edged in the same light green, flashes of the black long sleeved under armor showing when she moved her arms. The pants were heavy duty dark green cargo pants, with plenty of pockets and padding, black knee-pads sewn into them for hard landings. Brown steel toed work boots peaked out from the hems of the pants, laces tied tight and tucked away. Around her wrists and forearms were metal wrist guards, held onto her arms with straps and long finger-less gloves, padded on the palms. Her goggles were fit snugly over her eyes, the mirrored finish not impeding her vision at all, but the color of the lenses tinted things a bit blue. Hidden underneath her shirt, the charms Wormwood and Idris gave her months ago were tucked into a pocket of a thick dark green vest, just in case. She could feel the leather bracelet spell focus pressing into her skin underneath her wrist guards. Reflecting off the streetlights was the clasp that held the poncho in place, small, rounded silver colored metal with three loose swirls stamped on it. A gust of wind. She was keeping an eye out for anything unusual, but as she walked, she slowly felt out with her magic, looking for disturbances in the air currents. Feeling out to sense if anyone or anything was nearby. She took another deep breath and did her best to relax her posture. She could deal with anxieties later; tonight, wasn’t a night where Ariana was out on the town. No, no tonight was the first night for a new role she’d been preparing for months. Tonight, it was Slipstream’s first night out, and, should things go right, a debut.