To the Typhoon [joining]

[Kamara Jilani]

even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes

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She had spent time in Tanglewood. Very brief and dramatic it was so she barely had the scent of the place cling to her pelt. Immediately after the whole Pitt ordeal she had left. People wouldn't accept responsibility for their actions. Everyone saying 'well they did worse so we aren't that bad'.

Well Kamara had never been one for excuses. She had headed where Wormwood mentioned, never getting to make that trip with him to the volcanic jungle. But she had gone there regardless because she was a woman of action and movement.

Respectfully, she called for someone at the border (choose whatever one)

never will she bow

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GENERAL.
✧ KAMARA JILANI | kamar, mara,
✧ physically 3 years, mentally 230 years| December 14th | capricorn (sun) taurus(moon) sag (rising)
✧ female | she, her, etc
✧ clan/group | rank | titles to be earned
— body ceased to age once reaching peak physical age
— has live hundreds of years, immortal

APPEARANCE.
✧ Amur leopard/pantanl jaguar (ref.) | health: 100% | birth body
— a solid body in every sense. she walks with comfort in her own skin having had decades and centuries to get accustomed to it. she is smaller than a pure bred pantanal jaguar and slightly lighter. her fur is wispy near the ends, longer than African leopards. her right eye is icy blue, nearly silver. her left eye is a violet. has the face of a jaguar apart from her leopard like nose bridge. legs are slightly longer, not had bulky looking. long tail.
— blood is black/tears are crimson/sweat is clear (optional)
— no accesories
— no current injuries

PERSONALITY.
✧ understanding, patient, responsible,
✧ independent, hard working, conversationalist, honest, open book
✧ trouble working with others, rebellious, condescending, trouble building relationships
— persona to come


RELATIONSHIPS.
✧ Jazeera Jilani x Akuna | had a littermate named Aekano, died centuries ago because he wasn't immortal
— outlived all her family members except her father
✧ Jilani Dynasty
✧ panromantic & pansexual | not looking | shipname n/a
✧ no friends | best friends | doesn't like to build deep relationships, isolates herself because she's watched all her friends die

INTERACTIONS.
✧ physically 99% | mentally 90% | enhanced senses, wall climbing, ,(future)earth elementals | no weapons
✧ will end fights, hard provoke | will not kill
✧ no mentor | no apprentice | pretty skilled in fighting through experience not formal teaching
✧ allowed to powerplay peaceful actions | attack in bolded purple | mention [member=7724]Kamara Jilani[/member]

MISC.
✧ voice claim: Madge Sinclair
✧ dislikes her father, thinks he is selfish
✧ extra info here, such as face claims, voice claims, bits of their history, links, etc.
— specifics right here

[bubblegum]

[hushsound.]

Hushsound knew very little of the groups that resided in this world, apart from obviously knowing about the place that he currently resided. He had heard brief whispers about the other groups, Tanglewood and Elysium, but by far the one he had heard the most about was The Pitt, and none of what he had heard had been good. Immediately the young feline had taken to seeing the Pitt as "the evil" that he was meant to defeat, with the help of the new friends he would make in The Typhoon. After all, he had nothing about the Pitt other than that they were slavers who had killed and injured others for fun, along with constantly causing trouble for the Typhoon. That had to mean that they were evil. So if Kamara looked for any support in her stance from him, she would probably find none. After all, he was still fairly young and impressionable, wanting to one day be a hero, so he couldn't sympathize with those who had tried to maim or murder his new clanmates.

Moving up beside Goldie, the leader of the group that he already found himself looking up to, the small mute feline offered Kamara nothing but a smile as he sat down. He winced a bit when he heard his sword clang a little against the ground, and he quickly put his paws on it to silence the noise before turning back to Kamara. She was one of those big cats, like Goldie but smaller – still much larger than him, though. He still felt a little disappointed that thus far he had run into so many others who were far larger than him, and would probably be very difficult for him to take down, but he didn't complain too much outwardly. After all, all it meant was that he needed to become stronger and more skilled in order to possibly defeat them, something a hero already should've been doing. All of this inside his head, he met Kamara's eyes and grinned a bit sheepishly, not carving any words into the ground yet, until she answered Goldie's questioning.

[glow=black,2,300]LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH[/glow]