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[Error]

The Greatest of all Mistakes
"Knowledge rests not upon Truth alone but upon Error also."

NAME: Error
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female

ALLIANCE: Seinavu
PRIDE: None
RANK: Rogue

APPEARANCE:
quadruped; Now don't get all shocked when the lioness, the darling joy turns out to be ranging on the normal side of the yard stick. A lioness should be strong, steely, with nerves of steel and that careless sort of flipping strut to their walk that indicates great precision and nerve-wrenchingly close encounters. Well, maybe just this lioness. The rippling muscles that serpentine on the back are lovely enough, but common in her line of business, not particularly defined but certainly curvy. Indeed, she is a tempting lady, with her sturdy, yet not stocky, strong but not brawny body laced in the finest threads of sunshine. Darkest at the smooth, velvety head in a rich dark wheaten tan shade, our sweetheart has a mixed variety of gold at her shoulder, wheaten tan at the back and abdomen and tawny brown covering her muscled legs in smooth, short, glossy strokes. Mane-less, but with definite scruffiness around the jaws, she is one of the more formidable examples of feminine beauty, not in the least sense masculine, but as powerful as a juvenile male in her prime.
biped; Not as tall as the tallest lionesses, and yet over-large for her sex, she hits six foot two with ease and floats somewhere between it and the next marker, with her muscular body weighing around 280 pounds, though it varies with the season. Keen eyes of a rich chocolate brown do not attempt to mask the sharpness within, and are narrowed with derision as often as they are curved upwards in a soft laugh. Richly highlighted fur decorates her attractive torso, and rests under unflattering, practical clothing that covers what is necessary and goes farther for the sake of protection. Though primitive, and not very advanced, it does the trick, and the tough leather protects weak knife thrusts and tricky plants in its thick, loose way. Voluptuous, attractive, but not in the traditional way, Error's body very clearly displays her skills and willingness to dispose of that which does not aid her. A long, thin, concealed scar runs along her left collar-bone to the right side of her cartilaginous sternum, but it does not hamper her in any way. Another mark of past days clips her lower back in a short, bite mark that might have been deep at one time, but has healed well within the last two years or so. Seasoned, rough, yet with a gracefully alert nature, she has seen action, and has survived it relatively unscathed.

PERSONALITY: The Huntress. A seeker, and a determined one at that, there is no fault as far as her strength goes. Intelligence keeps her alive, but lack of wisdom makes her seek the reckless fancies and toy with them, too, hmm. Every movement, every action laced with the carefully unwatchful practice of habit; grace is unnecessary when one has traveled the same road for so long, though it remains a close companion. Disbelieving, and reliant on her own strengths, her own skills and her own ideas, the dear was never meant to be part of a greater ‘one’ or ‘whole’. More of an individual ‘one’ or ‘whole’, all for one and one for none, if you know what I mean. Stronger than she is tactful, intuitive enough to have no real need for tactics and analysis, she acts the way she has always acted. Alone. Never a lady to accept orders, but certainly one to dish them out, more often than not, her request is for her present company to find a nice hole and stay there until they rot. Unless, of course, you manage to catch her in a good mood, a lively mood, then the more civil side may show, though never one for niceties and titles. It’s more of a ‘that man who hangs around at times and always seems to get in the way of my knife’ instead of a ‘sir’. If the former mood is to be expected, an explosive, bad-tempered burst of temper and spirit is normal. Irritated by water, Error will avoid swimming at most costs and despises the rain and moister, much preferring the desert and boiling sun. A whip-like tongue with that tell-tale slithering huskiness to her voice, as if a serpent rested there, scaly, vicious, and unrelenting. The raised eyebrow accompanies one ludicrous theory or other, and she is not very supportive of things that go against her instincts or traditions. She doesn’t like those who obsess over such trivial matters as right and wrong, and prefers to go her own way, plowing a path straight between the two poles and calling it the ‘Error’. The grand, the well-known, the flamboyantly recognized Error, who was never meant to be, and yet managed to flout Authority, step on Truth, and laugh her way into the arena. Although not particularly shrewd, and assuredly devoid of any real ‘wisdom’, the woman does have knowledge. Instant knowing of how to act in a situation, the sudden wave of meaning that accompanies the unsheathing of a blade or the whip of a scathing tongue. Brave, yes, but not stupid. She prefers to pick her battles, and pick them well. Cleverness, not blind obsessions with old, forgotten beliefs win the war, and she will win it. Not one way or another, but her way and no other. Genteel is not a game she plays, and she prefers to stumble around a conversation in her abrasive way, though with the certain highness of one who expects better of people. Quick to change her tact, and her mind, Error prefers to run circles around people rather than addressing them bluntly. Preferring the life of the rogue to that of a respectable lady, she always thought herself too languid and disinterested in a variety of things to be a suitable leader or governess. But, given the chance to take control, she will not hesitate to take command, and though never tested, she is sure to do more help than harm in the long run, considering she always plans that way. Rebellious in most senses, though not ridiculously so, she is not the fool, not the child, but very much a tease. Sweet when it suits her, yet more of the teasing kind of partner, than the one who satisfies, she doesn’t find the whole ‘love’ thing convenient. It seems nice enough, but there are always so many other things to do, and frankly, she would rather be doing them. Loyalty was never a strong point, and never will be. More of a butterfly than a spider, she likes her freedom, and would do anything to keep it, sucking the nectar out of all her boys and then going to the next, and the next, though leaving them moderately alive and not permanently damaged. Her methods may be harsh, but she has never doubted them, and they have always served her, not the other way around, which is just the way it should be.

strengths; clever, instinctive, determined, motherly, inventive
weaknesses; abrasive, stubborn, moody, volatile, skeptical

HISTORY: It started out like most other stories. Like most other stories...Hmm. War, death, and the hope of new life, yes, that sounds about right. The boom, the bang, the cacophony was so loud, that the generations after felt it, sensed it, feared it. Daughter of a soldier, daughter of a rogue, daughter of the oh-so-heroic. Spawn of a queen, spawn of a lady, spawn of the high-horsed darling of the king.

Captain F. Magic, dearie.