Gloom the WolfCat

this is Gloom i hope you like her ^^

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Name: Gloom

Real/ Full name: Gloom Willows

Nicknames: Skull, Shy, scar

Age: 16

Species: WolfCat

Gender: Female

Height: 3'10

Marital Status: single but is not

DOB: October 2nd

Social Class: Hidden

Basic Stats: 1-lowest 10-highest

Agility - 8
Speed - 8
Strength - 3
Defense - 6
Evasiveness - 7
Dexterity - 7
Intelligence - 8
Skill - 5

Special Attacks: N/A

Abilities & Aptitude: N/A

Weaknesses: natural weeknesses

Friends: Liyela, Miink, Jenni, Entay, Austin
(if you want to ber her friend just ask )

Rivals: none

Likes/Favorite activities: reading and writing poetry, relaxing on the sofa, and talking with really close friends

Dislikes/Least favorite activities: Mean people, people that make fun of her scars or her eyes, lots of other things

Favorite color(s): blue

Personality: shy, timid, always is hidden

Vehicles: none

Theme song: [link]

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Bio: when she was a little girl (around the age of 6), she would not leave her family, she would not stray far at all, but one day....they went for a drive, she was soon taken to a local orphanage. her parents hugged her and cried (they could not take care of her, they are very poor) after saying there last good-byes, they left her there....alone....all she had was her fox doll. she cried that night. she would cry every night till she was at the age of 13. she would soon start to live life as it has been at the orphanage, she would do her chores and help out around the house. she soon found a stack of loose paper, she asked if she could have a pen and the paper. after some talking, the owner said the ok and she was able to take the paper, she ran to her section's room and sat on her bed, she huddled herself by the paper....and started to write. she wrote her heart and soul onto each and every precious page. she wrote every time she could.... on a cold December night. she was walking through the halls with her glass of water, and she was heading back to her room. she hears walking behind her, and she then feels a quick wack to the back of the head and everything goes black....she can not remember what happened...and for a long long long time, she could not remember anything.....months and a few years go by, and she doesn't remember anything....the owner things very sadly of her...she tries to bring her comfort and hands her paper and a pen...but she does not remember what to write about....the owner runs to her room and grabs her stack of writings from the past and reads them to her....all of a sudden her eyes condense into cat eyes....and she remembers everything.....she asks what happened the night she blacked out......nobody could tell her......all they could do....was hand her a mirror......Gloom gulps and takes it with horror as she looks into her own reflection.....she cries her eye(s) out, seeing that her right eye had been removed and stitched shut, and she had scars all on her right side of her face. nobody could tell her what happened...all they know, is that she was going to be like that for the rest of her life.......ever since then, Gloom has stayed in her room, she would stare out the rainy windows as the other children played outside....she would keep to herself and write....every day till she got out....nobody would adopt her...considering her face.....she would cry on occasion but they soon lessened. Soon it was her 16th birthday, and she could officially leave. she did not hesitate and she left, with her one suitcase in her had. full of some bread, her few clothes, and all her writings. she said her good-byes and started her life...started her life...for the first time....she started living.....she passed a local shop in the small town she lived by. she stopped inside to see masks everywhere.....the shop keeper instantly gets a day-sha-vu moment. he asks her name, something in his brain clicks and he runs to a case in the back of the room....he soon pulls out a half skull mask and hands it to her, he says that it has been paid for already and they were waiting for her to arrive. she is weirded out and she thanks him gratefully even though she has no idea what is going on.. the man walks over and places the mask on her face. it seems to call her name (metaphorically speaking) and it fits her face perfectly. she awes at it and thanks the man once again and walks out with the mask on. from then on, she wears the mask every time she goes outside, and just to be safe....she always...always! wears her hood, to cover her face.

Gloom (c) me