NAME;; esme [ezz-may] AGE;; 2, nearly 3 y/o GENDER;; cis.
female SCENT;; mint & potent maple RELATIONS;; a sister,
two brothers, a mother, and a father. all but her father
are deceased. MATE;; n/a CHILDREN;; n/a POSITION;; shaman
HOME;; motomo THEME SONG/s;; i'll be good; jaymes young,
end credits; eden. ORIENTATION;; heteroflexible OTHER?;;
doesn't have too bad of a voice; obtains shaman/ healer foresight.

PERSONA;; quiet and engulfed in her work, esme has th
e persistence to carry planes. if she sets her mind on
something, nothing in anybody's power could possib
ly make her stop. with an occasional exception, of co
urse. being a vaguely-respected shaman from a relat
ively young age, esme has known no real other life. s
he's never known how to live without the knowlage o
f another's pain. thus, filling her life with so much dec
adence, that she's not quite sure if it's hers any more.
esme is considered fragile in the way she bottles up
her feelings, ambitions, dreams, desires, and shoves
them aside for others. only for them to build, and ex
plode. ending up in her breaking down. during these
times, you may see her become extremely down; in
troverted. going on days without talking. and, well,
that's just her. esme often works herself much to ha
rd in hopes for a 'good job' and is relatively jittery a
mongst the new folk; in a stride for a good impressi
on. while she is indeed very much friendly, she doe
sn't enjoy being wrong about something she feels co
nfident in. leading to a few insecurities to pop up ev
ery once in a while for, certain reasons. esme can be
easily gullible due to her over-caring persona for oth
ers. and she is known to get paranoid quickly. makin
g her sort of the laughing stock in any sort of horr
or-esk prank, and so on.

APPEAR;; esme has a vaguely-cream, perhaps white base
pelt. with a petite, very lean build. while she lacks
the muscle of another trained in the field, she ha
s enough to get through her day. esme is decentl
y short. but not quite mockery-built; depending o
n who you are, of course. faint streaks of ashen c
an be seen around the nap of her neck, shoulder
blades, and tail. however, they're mostly only see
n in small shoots. esme's claws are a stern black.
same with her nose, paw pads, and her skin; mar
bled-so. but, nonetheless, the majority is black. o
thers have told her that her pelt is coarser than m
ost; nearly wiry. but, even so, they say it's not unb
earable to sit by. esme's scent is relatively potent.
something that most dogs would scowl to. howev
er, something relatively common to the wolf family.
her eyes are a dark-chocolate brown. and she wei
ghs about a feather at 59 pounds. esme's breed is
a timber wolf; if you couldn't tell. granted, she
isn't exactly purebred. but, she's nearly there.

Name
Karma

Age
4 Years

Gender
Female

Orientation
Bisexual

Breed
Doberman Pinscher

Allegiance
The Amani Tribe

Rank
Patrol Dog

Appearance

Karma is large for her breed, standing 28 inches at the shoulder and weighing a surprising 81 lbs. She's a sight to behold, built for power and not speed with broad shoulders and toned muscle outlined by brown fur and tan points.

Personality
Karma is a sarcastic dame, but don't mistake her witty remarks for lack of intelligence. She's cunning and manipulative, able to install fear in one's mind with her words. When it comes down to finding something out, Karma is serious and down-to-earth. She'll snarl and snap at those who disrespect her - unless they are of higher ranking, of course. Karma prefers to use brute force, every attack being full-frontal; she isn't good at strategizing, always intending to intimidate opponents with her size, aggression and fearlessness. She's vicious, and when it comes to fighting she'll always go for making serious wounds, which is often seen as dishonorable, but to Karma it's nothing short of being resourceful and smart. But despite said aggression, Karma actually has a soft spot for pups, surprising those who know her and herself. It isn't unknown for pregnant or nursing dogs to chase Karma away from the pups in fear that she'll harm them, even though Karma would never harm a tyke.

History
warning :: violent
Karma was reared by two hard-working parents, Mink and Bane, alongside her brothers Lucifer, Rascal and Bandit. Her mother was a soft-spoken, loving dog while Bane was harder on his pups, trying to mold them into colder canines so they'd be prepared when revealed to the dangerous world. Karma and Bane had a mutual respect, not a loving daughter-father relationship; but it doesn't mean she didn't admire him. Karma immediately took to the harsh training. The only brother she truly bonded with and loved was Lucifer. She and Lucifer were much more obedient than Rascal and Bandit, which caused Bane to be harsher on the two boys. Because of this they learned to hate him, and hate Mink for loving him and staying with him. No matter how much Karma and Lucifer tried to change their minds, Rascal and Bandit continued to hate their parents.
One night Karma and Lucifer returned from a hunt to find their mother laying nearby, severely wounded and sobbing, begging her two sons to stop. Rascal and Bandit were fighting with Bane; Bane was more wounded and he was failing. Karma and Lucifer rushed forward, but when she stood in front of her father she hesitated; could she truly attack her siblings? But before she could think anymore Rascal attacked her, biting and clawing. Fury boiled in her veins, fury at her brothers for attacking their parents. How dare they? She was ruthless and blood-thirsty, attacking her brother with all of the force she could muster. She still remembers the metallic tang of his blood as it flooded her jaws when she tore his throat open, she still remembers how he jerked and gurgled, choking on his own blood, how the life died from his eyes with a snarl splayed across his muzzle. When the rage subsided and she calmed down she was hit by wave after wave of guilt. Karma had turned towards her other brothers, but what she saw made her wail; Bandit, with the same grin Rascal wore, standing over Lucifer's lifeless body. She couldn't move, she could only sway when Bandit turned his gaze towards her. But Bane lunged forward, momentarily recovered from his wounds. He pinned Bandit down and he killed him without mercy. Not like her brother deserved mercy, anyway.
Soon after Mink died of her wounds. Bane didn't have to ask if Karma wanted to continue training, it was clear in the way she looked at him when they stood over her mother's grave. The training was much, much more harsh, and Karma has the scars to show for it. Bane declared that it wouldn't be training and instead play if she didn't feel the consequences of every miss step, of every delayed moment when getting to her paws. Then one day Bane announced that Karma knew everything he had to teach her; they parted ways, knowing it was likely they'd never see each other again. But they did; it was barely two moons after Karma had last seen her father. This time he was dying, beaten by another dog who had fled, leaving Bane to suffer until he succumbed to infection. In an act of mercy she killed him, a quick, clean bite. Not a moon later Karma was taken in by the Amani Tribe.
((your character may NOT know her backstory unless she tells them)

Relationships
((developed ic))

Kin
Parents :: Mink (Mother, Deceased) and Bane (Father, Deceased)
Siblings :: Lucifer (Brother, Deceased), Rascal (Brother, Deceased) and Bandit (Brother, Deceased)

Mate/crush
((developed ic))

Theme song
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

Other
Favorite animal? Hmm....I'd have to say any kind of feline. I just love them! So elegant.