Volume

The Queen Returns

• READ BEFORE PROCEDING:

  Any information other than her appearance that is gleaned here is known by you OOCly only. You must RP with Volume to discover any other information about her. This site is intended and maintained as reference only.
  
  
  (Newly made, additional information pending. )

• Quick Specifications

  • Titles: Queen Volume the Unbroken of Har'Luth, Grand Preservationist
  • Race: Black Jaguar/Phoenix Hybrid
  • Age: Unknown, traced as far back as the rise of Khemet
  • Height: 7'6" Feral: 7', standing 12'6" Length: 10' from nose to tail
  • Weight: 236lbs Feral: 800lbs
  • Body Type: Amazonian, medium build
  • Complexion: Radiant in nature
  • Hair: Dark vermilion
  • Eyes: Golden
  • Scars: None of note
  • Piercings: 4 in each ear, navel
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous
  • Alignment: Facultative Neutral
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Zen
  • Mannerisms: Reserved, unphased in violent/bizarre situations, attuned to nature, rowdy when sufficiently provoked.
  • Natural Abilities/Traits: Immortal by phoenix heritage and resistant to cold and ice magics. Her large wings are incapable of flight, but excellent for gliding. She shifts willingly into a winged black jaguar feral form, usually to fight or withdraw. The fur on the pads of her feet in both of these forms make her approach dead silent. She shares a telepathic link between her sisters. She has the ability to heal basic wounds via an ancient song but not herself. Can quell lesser beasts.
  • Acquired Skills: As an herbalist she often collects samples of plants, charting their effects.She has a strong affinity for botanical poisons especially. She is highly skilled at benign enchantments, preferring them mostly, but has acquired knowledge of many different types. Having passed years estranged, she has become something of a craftsman. Though well-versed in handling the staff she carries, still she seeks to learn more.
  • Likes: Personal space. Affinity for nature, animals, training, and tribal fashions and customs. She is also deeply devoted to her family and forged homeland. She loves a good fight, but as a queen she is too much of a liability to fight her own battles and so she often watches them at the Thunisia arena instead.
  • Dislikes: Procedures, rules and royal customs. Disrespectfulness and whining. Being petted in her feral form.

• Behold the Jagress::

  Anthro Form:
  Towering raven appendages, lushly obsidian feathered and glistening, frame the lithe anthro form the athletic black jaguar the femme almost always displayed. Vermilion tendrils flow the length of a gossamer tail, yet cannot match the eloquent locks that cascade from a royal crown to dance about her waist. Scuffed golden armor clasped about her ribcage and thighs was an equally burnished hue of the long staff she bore, an aureate figure perched atop. Fastened at her waist, twin golden scourges dangle with assorted vials, bottles and pouches to glint against hips that peek from gauzy, ankle length skirts. Depending on the day or her purpose, the female often elected to bedeck herself with various gleaming ornamentation- Golden sometimes, beaded or painted at others. She preferred her feet bare as well, unless the occasion would expect more of her.
  
  Feral Beast Form:
  Elusive; massive black jaguar lurked astride a low perch, crimson ridge of hairs along spine bristling with intent. Silently bowed, dark wings shift to encase the form from view. Several ebony feathers loose themselves to fall and float slowly to the ground as she stirs with apprehension. Her tail waves with a splash of matching ruby tresses that spill from the length of its bottom. Though this feline remains veiled in the lush cover of foliage, clearly only a single brilliant orb remains to glisten of wavering distrust. Quietly unfurling again, the long plumose tail flickers with the light tinkling of bells.
  
  Phoenix Form:
  Only isolated accounts speak of glimpsing creature in this sequestered avian form. Sculpted falcon features garnished by elongate plumate crest taper to a slender snake-like neck. Golden orbs flecked with fiery incandescence are situated aside a sharp grey beak curved so as to nearly touch the tufted breast ablaze. Downy plumage a brilliant coalescing of mad sinner's fevered canary and dark ember shimmering slumber, the noble peacock's tail bursting and alight would ne'er deign to maim. Cinnamon and myrrh elicit aromatic placation- a single song beckons surrender or foreshadows death.