wheeeeeee a wild remix appears first of all, congrats on 100+ @-siren! all these characters are extremely well designed and all second, good luck to everyone else entering! mkay now with the bios: Name: Aziza (meaning precious myyyy precciousss) Gender: Female Species: Lynx Likes: Adventures, archeology, competitions, pranking Dislikes: Losing, long-distance running, being clean Personality: Sassy, sarcastic, competitive, prideful Occupation: Archeologist Backstory: "Crack! The tree fell straight onto them." A cheerful, old lynx explained to her grandchildren. A small, bright-eyed cub looked up at her, raising a paw. "Yes, Aziza?" Her grandmother asked softly. "Can you tell us one about the gladiators?" Aziza smiled. "Of course!" The cubs let out a quiet cheer. "Way back, when my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather was alive, he was a gladiator. Gladiators, as you know, were soldiers, somewhat, that fought for entertainment. Legend has it that they stopped when the god of war killed thousands because they-" "Ma, please don't fill the cubs' brains with tall tales like that." A younger lynx said. The older one glanced at her. "Well, I believe it. Why shouldn't they?" She said snottily. She was given an annoyed glance in return. "Hurry along, kits." The mother lynx said, guiding her cubs to breakfast. "I believe your tales, Gramma!" Said Aziza, looking up at her grandmother. Gramma smiled. "Don't let anyone stop your dreams, little one. Now-" Her words were interrupted by a crack of lightning. Fire spread around the den. The lynxes scattered. Aziza ran to a corner, scared. Fire blocked her only escape. The world went black as the flames swept over her. Aziza opened her eyes. She was singed. Singed but alive. Four panthers stood over her. "Are you okay, little one?" They asked, looking at her in worry. Aziza nodded. "Good. Your family wasn't so lucky. We'll take care of you, come on." And that's exactly what they did. The panthers taught Aziza to be an archeologist, to uncover the mysteries of their ancestors. Soon, Aziza became successful and happy with her new life. She slowly discovered her family and their past. She remembered what her grandmother had said. She decided it was her destiny to find the true history of the lost gladiators. the next bio is down there ↓
Name: North Gender: Also Female Species: Wolf Likes: Nature, new life, plants, being alone, reading Dislikes: Man-made things, people who hate plants and nature, picture books Personality: Kind, quiet, mysterious, strange, bizarre Occupation: Thief Backstory: "Thief!" A yell flew through the streets. A young wolf scrambled along the dusty road, escaping the crowd. As the yowl hit her, the attention was pulled from the group of animals watching the concert. The wolf managed to skid down an alleyway. She jumped into a building, into safety. "North, there you are." A quiet, yet harsh voice said. It sent a shiver through North's back. "What have you got? Is that a necklace? Good girl." The voice continued, revealing itself. There were two other wolves. One North did not recognize. The other was her foster father, the voice speaking. "Doesn't look expensive." The second muttered. "Whatever. North, this is Kaya. She came to buy some of your junk. Collect more, if you know what's good." Her father said. North nodded, leaping back into the street. "Poor wolf. What's her story?" Kaya said, watching her leave. North's father shook his head. "Found her as an orphan, on the streets, when she was merely a pup. Taught her to steal and do my bidding. She won't tell her story. Nothing." "Doesn't matter. I have cash, you have what I want. And I want her." okay if I get the characters I will finish their stories but for now that's a cliffhanger. thanks for reading through all of this!
