Name: Felicity/Fliss Breed: Dog Age: Unknown Likes: Rain, flowers, jewels Dislikes: The government, the dark, nightmares Fun Fact: Felicity is a vegetarian as many of her friends are animals like sheep and birds. Personality: Quiet, daydreaming, but a surprisingly strong leader Backstory: Felicity woke up in the middle of a luscious garden one spring, with absolutely no memories of her past at all. She set off on a journey to uncover scraps of her past, and along the way she made a band of friends. A few years after she set off on her quest, she and her friends decided to start a rebellion against the controlling rulers of Warann, the magical country in which they lived. The rebels won the battle, and the government surrendered; Felicity then discovered that she was the daughter of the former king, and had been banished to the garden and mind-wiped for her own protection from the greedy government. This meant she was next in line to the throne, but she turned it down and continued her wanderings across the island, with only a few friends, occasionally stopping by to see her old friends, who were now in charge of the kingdom, giving advice, and generally saving the day. STORY SNIPPET! The gentle breeze tugged at the straying tufts of her fur, nudging her awake. Sleepily she blinked open huge, innocent ruby eyes and peered around her, still warm after what she guessed was a long sleep. Then, completely out of the blue, a spear of alarm shot through her peaceful heart. She sat upright, her eyes widening and her breath rattling in and out with the force of a hurricane. Ears pressed against her creamy-brown head, she alertly scanned the leafy bushes and neatly pruned undergrowth for any sign of danger. Slowly, she relaxed, but her hackles were still raised, ready to fight at the slightest dash of movement among the plants and shrubbery. But as hard as she tried, she couldn't for the life of her figure out what had scared her so much. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember anything. What was her name? How old was she? She delved deep into her bewildered and scared mind, but came back with still nothing. Moving her paws beneath her warm, furry body, she lay her exhausted head back down on the dew-covered grass. It sparkled with frost, and glimmered with melting drops of ice and snow, the reflection dancing in her sorrowful eyes. Who was she? Phew! That was a bit long (and that was the shortened version!)! I tried to sort of leave her story open-ended so I could carry on with it in MAPs and stuff though.... I think you can probably guess I'm the writing type! XD Time taken on bio alone: 40 mins approx. I don't really know, I haven't been counting too closely. So yeah! Enjoy!
