Family:
          Mother: Sailla
          Father: Cuervo
          Brother: None
          Sister: Cassiel
          Lifemate: None at this time
          Recognized: Has not yet so
          Kits: None so far

    Description/Image:

Midnight black hair tangles about itself in a frenzy of life and movement, always seeming to find a way to fall in front of her carefree wild violet colored eyes. The hair is badly cropped short, probably to keep it away from longing branches. On the left side, a silver stripe of hair, although not colored through age, for this elf must still be under 200 seasons, frames her round face - curling slightly towards her berry colored lips. The shard of bright silver makes such a contrast with her night touched hair that it takes each to the extreme, the silver becomes as bright as the moon while the black becomes an abyss, always falling. Pale white skin, scratched and dirty, is taunt over well toned muscles. A scare on her hair line and a deeper one running from her left eye to jaw bone are the only blemish on the otherwise smooth skin.

An undyed tunic and short pants are barbaric, made straight from leather with no treatment. making them scratchy tough and by no means comfortable. Her pale feet are left uncovered from cloth but is covered in a think layer of mud.

    Background:

Luna was born to Sailla and Cuervo, two CatElves. She was named Luna because she has a large silver streak in her hair, ever since she grew it. Her mother and father were trained warriors, but her father had medicine training and helped out with injuries. He taught her what herb lore he knew, but Luna never felt the passion about healing her father had and never paid attention to the lessons. Her mother was a politician, always making trouble with the chiefs. Sailla believed that the CatElves should end the tribe hatred, she even went so far as to propose race equality. No one ever listened, even her daughter that her too dreamy to be taken seriously. When her parents realized that their darling daughter found only old battle stories interesting, they sent her into the jungle to apprentice to an expert. For years the child lead to fight, to protect her tribe but also, although she would never admit it, to show strength. To prove her family's worth. She believed the rest of the tribe felt her family worthless, and had decided to redeem them. She enjoyed the challenge and the experience she got. When she was around a hundred turns, the old weapons expert cast her out into the world, having remained there too long for even the most dim-witted of students. And Luna was far from that.

The tribe was headed by Katra, an energetic chieftess and Lunas new role model. Her parents had left the tribe, Luna heard that they wished to explore the world before their time came to die. Katra used a decently new weapon called the CatClaw, which she gave a decent copy to Luna. With no one to fight, Luna took up hunting for her tribe, taking scars from prey to big or strong for her. On one hunting expedition she received a gash from her forehead to her check, but she was proud of her scar. Showed experience. After years of being in the tribe, a CatElf named Shado caused a search party, including Luna. When he fled back to his cave, and starting its destruction, brave and foolhardy Luna dashed inside, so the criminal would not escape tribal justice so swiftly. The cave in caught her in the passage way, nearly shattering her skull.

When she woke up, she had no idea that her bond had died from in-obediently following her and was caught in the cave in. She had no idea that the elf she was looking for was long gone, nor which way to go or look. She woke up and screamed, she had nothing but pain, not even her name. Blood dripping down her face from the wound the rock had caused, she wandered around the cave, its tunnels. She had no way to keep track of time, she ate what plants she could find, and survived until she escaped from her nightmare. When air and light finally greeted her, she was filled with a joy that only survival can bring. Now that she was going to live, she gave herself a name. SweetAir, as this was what first announced her salvation. She made the jungle her home, but did not look for others of her kind. She didnt care, and deep down she didnt think there were anymore. She almost died, the others couldnt have made it, otherwise they would be here, with her. She learned to make clothes, badly, but good enough for decencys sake. She had no weapons but a bent dagger, which she used in food preparation. She was happy, but unsatisfied - she was alone. But she could survive and she wasnt about to let her life end merely because she was alone. She enjoyed herself because it was the only option available to her. She was demure SweetAir, not the courageous Luna who would have ripped the earth apart to find her tribe and the survivors.

Years went by, and she lived a happy, solitary life. She learned how to make basic leather (not as soft or as nice as elves usually make) and her own weapons from rocks and branches. Hunting was second nature to her, the only thing from her past life that has ever surfaced.

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