Nalani the Mistress of Trees
Nalani created on 27th of April 2024, and is currently 19 years old (43 hours played).

Title: the Mistress of Trees
Gender: Female
Level: 42
Class: monk

Background history:

  1. deep in the jungle, the mighty jungle - posted at 2024-04-29 09:07:28
deep in the jungle, the mighty jungle
Nalani's earliest memories are shrouded in darkness, the details lost to the passage of time. She was but a cub when tragedy struck, her family torn apart by a savage attack that left her orphaned and alone. With no one to protect her, Nalani was forced to fend for herself in the unforgiving wilderness of the jungle. From a young age, Nalani learned the harsh realities of survival. She navigated the treacherous terrain with ease, her natural agility and cunning serving her well in the face of danger. As the years passed, Nalani grew into a formidable warrior, her skills unmatched by any other in the jungle. She roamed the wilderness with a fierce determination, defending her territory with unwavering ferocity. It was during one of her solitary hunts that Nalani encountered a mysterious fighter, their identity hidden behind a veil of shadow. In the heat of battle, Nalani found herself facing her greatest challenge yet, her opponent's skill and strength pushing her to the brink of defeat. Despite her best efforts, Nalani found herself outmatched, defeated by an opponent whose identity remained shrouded in mystery. For the first time in her life, she felt the sting of inadequacy, the gnawing fear that she was not as strong as she had believed. The defeat shook Nalani to her core. For the first time in her life, she felt the sting of inadequacy, the gnawing fear that she was not as strong as she had believed. Haunted by the memory of her defeat, Nalani withdrew from the world she had once known. Leaving behind the familiar sights and sounds of her homeland in search of greater heights, Nalani set out on a journey into Serin.


Description (commended):

A vision of wild beauty and primal strength, her form reminiscent of the powerful sabre tooth lion. Sleek, beige fur, smooth and shimmering in the light like desert sand covers the entirety of her body. Piercing eyes with a mesmerizing shade of amber gaze about with a mix of benevolence and blood lust. Fiery red hair flows like molten lava down to her waist, with a pair of thick whip-like braids of the same length framing both sides of her feline head. Protruding from beneath her thick locks of hair is a pair of cat ears, twitching and listening. A pair of dagger-like fangs extend from her upper jaw, smooth and polished, gleaming in the light with a subtle sheen. With a posture that exudes a fusion of raw athleticism and refined elegance, her every movement is imbued with a subtle sensuality and grace. Her lithe form, a canvas of strength and grace sculpted like a work of art. Toned and sinewy, the definition of the muscles on her limbs are visible even beneath the fur that covers them. Her exposed abdomen is taut and well-defined with nary a trace of fat in the area. A subtle scent of sun-warmed grass and wildflowers wafts from her, carried on a gentle breeze that seems to follow in her wake.


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