Before you stands a tall 3'7", slim, lithe, very feminine figure with extremely long dark midnight blue/black tresses of hair that flow well past her knees, tide back into a intricate loose braid that flows about her gentle golden-tanned skin.

You look at her face and into deep clear big blue eyes, sapphire in color. It could be easy for anyone to gaze into those deep eyes for hours, if they so desired. You look the rest of her face when you realise there is more to her then her eyes. She has a small pert button-like nose and high cheek bones that draw her face into a heart shape. Her soft pouting lips are shaded a soft dark pink, the sharp pointed ears peeping out from the loose hair that flows about her.

Your gaze now travels to her light tanned body, that is tall in stature, sylph like in form. She wears barely anything to cover that form. Her upper body is clad in short halter top made of soft supple leather and dyed to a dark brown with very intricate designs of lighter browns and reds dyed throughout it; they are visible when dry but blend into the leather when underwater in the jungle's ponds and swamps. She wear a similar matching loincloth made of soft leather of deep brown with white stones accenting the waist band and strings of the stones dangle at her hips. The rest of her body is well muscled and trim from what seems eons of swimming and playing in the jungles. Her long legs are tanned by the sun and are well muscled too. On her right leg is an anklet made of brightly colored beads and plant fiber string braided together; there is a matching bracelet on her left wrist.

Lynthone was born to the catelves Arrano and Teska. While the couple never chose to lifemate, they got along well enough to raise Lynthone and her older brother Jinath together. Arrano was a bit of a talespinner, regaling his kits with stories of the great hunts of the past, of lost friends and the dangers and wonders of the jungle. Teska was a tanner, more prone to simply shake her head at Arrano's tales than join in on them. But she too had her tales that she whispered in Jinanth and Lynthone's ears as they drifted off to sleep; stories of their ancestors, her dreams for kits future. Outwardly, her parents were opposite: Arrano outgoing and boisterous, Teska quiet and practical. Jinath grew up a mix of both: as outgoing as his father ever was, but trained by his mother to be skilled at tanning. Where as Lynthone took after her father, skilled in the hunt, out-going but not prone to the tall tales and resembling her mother in looks as well as a small talent in weaving. She also possesses some skill with the clays of the river bank in making a pottery and other small things.

As she was growing up into adulthood, Lynthone became friendly to her fellow tribesmates and helpful where she could be and is very close with her brother Jinath. You can see them together most times talking while they work on things about the holt. While not a taleteller like her father or the tanner her mother is, or even like her knowledge seeking dear older brother. Lynthone is just who she is, Lynthone, nothing great among the tribe just a simple maiden of the lush forest jungles.

Some turns back while out in the jungle gathering food. She heard somes strange noises, so she crept carefuly to the source of the noises to see what was happening. Turns out she found a young panther caught in a human trap and the poor thing was very scared. So carefully she looks to see if any humans about about before she trys to help the poor creature. Then she walks to the cat, talking in soothing tones so not as to scare the animal. The poor thing was very skittery wouldn't let her get close for some hours, but when it did finally let her near. Lynthone finaly got the cat free from the trap and watched the cat bound off into the dark lush green of the jungle. So she put it out of her mind, though soon she noticed in the next coule of day she saw the same cat lurking around in the areas where she gathered food. She was pleased to see that cat..soon the two became friends, so she named the cat Skitter, cause he's very skittery around new people.

Lynthone spends her days with family and her bond, enjoying her simple life and does hope that some day her family will grow through having a lovemate someday...but has yet to find that special lovemate that will keep her heart for more then a few moons.