06-02-2018, 03:54 PM
The oriental feline padded up to the border of the Typhoon, ears drawn back to her skull. The calico feline was known as Olivier Mira Armstrong, and came from a family of five. Olivier, or Olivia if some prefer, was the oldest one of her siblings. Olivier and her siblings lived far from this land, and were raised by two loving parents. Her parents held a lot of pride for their children- their amount of pride has been apart of their family for generations to come. Olivier was proud to call herself an Armstrong, but it was time for her to move on.
So, the calico cat left her home, leaving her parents and siblings behind. She wasn't sure when she would come back home to visit, but she certainly will. She wasn't about to abandon them all the together, but she has to make her own mark in this world.
The female came to a stop at the Typhoon border, ears drawn back to her skull. Olivier had a look that could kill; there was a harsh gleam in her eyes. Olivier was a force to be reckoned with; while she might look small, others should not try to mess with her. For the past year she has been living on her own, she encountered many dangers. It made her stronger and helped her build character. Her left ear, torn up in several places; and her right shoulder- there is a scar that runs down it. These scars are like trophies- they prove that she survived and must continue forward. Survival of the fittest after all, only the strong survive.
In her traveling, Olivier heard about the Typhoon. She heard how it was a group of pirates, and how it wasn't a group for the faint of heart. She firmly believed she can find her place here, and she will make her presence known. Sniffing the air, the female realized that Typhoon members are nearby. Good; just what she wanted.
"I am Olivier Mira Armstrong!" The calico cat called out with a harsh, commanding tone, making sure people can hear her, even if they are miles out. "I heard about your group known as the Typhoon! I am here to join you!"
So, the calico cat left her home, leaving her parents and siblings behind. She wasn't sure when she would come back home to visit, but she certainly will. She wasn't about to abandon them all the together, but she has to make her own mark in this world.
The female came to a stop at the Typhoon border, ears drawn back to her skull. Olivier had a look that could kill; there was a harsh gleam in her eyes. Olivier was a force to be reckoned with; while she might look small, others should not try to mess with her. For the past year she has been living on her own, she encountered many dangers. It made her stronger and helped her build character. Her left ear, torn up in several places; and her right shoulder- there is a scar that runs down it. These scars are like trophies- they prove that she survived and must continue forward. Survival of the fittest after all, only the strong survive.
In her traveling, Olivier heard about the Typhoon. She heard how it was a group of pirates, and how it wasn't a group for the faint of heart. She firmly believed she can find her place here, and she will make her presence known. Sniffing the air, the female realized that Typhoon members are nearby. Good; just what she wanted.
"I am Olivier Mira Armstrong!" The calico cat called out with a harsh, commanding tone, making sure people can hear her, even if they are miles out. "I heard about your group known as the Typhoon! I am here to join you!"
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⅛ of the suts // ex-senior mod // gone
dakot was here <3 so was orion >)
instagram art account - deviantart
⅛ of the suts // ex-senior mod // gone
dakot was here <3 so was orion >)