Navsia Email: bloodredraptor@yahoo.com   |||   Other Aliases: Nidan; Lazerus SPECIES:   Utahraptor GENDER:   Female AGE:   5 SIZE:   8 feet tall, 17 feet long, 800 pounds PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:   Navsia is the perfect picture pf physical fitness. Her muscles are well-toned, and ripple nicely under her skin when she moves. There is only one exception: Her right arm has a bump on it, a calcium deposit from a fight she had with Fire a year or so ago. That bump has no effect on her performance in hunting, fighting, or movement. She has a well-proportionate amount of fat on her body, so she looks healthy, and she is. Her orange coloration makes her rather easy to spot, however she uses this as an advantage, usually the one to scare prey into stampedeing. Her green splotches and black stripes do help in camoflaguing, though, if she is to take down the prey. Along her head, neck, and back are quills, black like her stripes, rigid as spikes. Her eyes are a golden amberish color, there is nothing special about them. Her snout stripe is red, and goes from snout tip to eye. MENTALITY:   Despite her past with other Raptors, Navsia is rather amiable in nature. She's come to accept others into her life, in fact has a small family with Keviak, a small male chick named Chaos. Her security is stronger, and her self-confidence has grown multitudes since joining the Krul Raptor Pack, and is rather easy to approach... provided the one approaching is not snyde and sarcastic, or threatening. CONNECTIONS:   Mate of Keviak, mother of Chaos. HISTORY:   Even as a young chick, Navsia has led a life of wandering, having yet to settle in a territory for more than a few months.           Her mother was a hard-nosed female, pushing herself and her pack (which consisted of her, her mate, Navsia and her brother) until they were almost too tired even to sleep. She slept lightly, and woke up even before the sun broke the horizon. In hunts, she would usually be the one to make the fatal blow, her favorite spot to make a killshot being the throat.           Her father, however, was the more forgiving of the pair, when it came to the chicks being worn out. He would allow them to ride on his back, or carry them in his mouth. He was less mercenary than his mate, and even when they made a kill, instead of force-feeding them, or hissing at them when they tried to eat more, he would step back and allow them to eat as they needed. Slightly shorter than Navsia's mother, and a little more muscular, he made a point for his mate to not go so far with the militant lifestyle she was trying to create.           Navsia's brother, Ajax, was the older chick, and constantly bullied Navsia into submission, stole her food when she wasn't looking, and bit her whenever he so much as got a dissatisfactory look from her. He seemed to revel in the fact that he could cause his little sister so much fear and terror, seemed to enjoy the taste of her blood, and had her parents not been around, he would likely have killed her before she was a year old. He made no secret of that fact, not only physically abusing her, but also whispering things to her when she was beaten beyond movement, telling her how he hated her existence, speaking how he would kill her slowly, just to hear her howls of pain.           Navsia lived in fear for her life, only feeling a bit of relief when her father was near, hiding and snuggling tightly into his side when they slept, hoping with every fiber of her being that she would be protected from Ajax, so long as her father was there. Her mother offered no such protection, her eyes gleaming with amusement whenever she sensed that her son had terrorized her daughter. If Navsia were to try and snuggle with her mother like she did her father, she would get kicked away, usually leaving a wound in her back or side.           One night, Navsia woke to the sound of rustling in a nearby bush. Curiosity overwhelmed her fear, and she looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Her father and mother slept soundly, and the outline of what seemed to be Ajax's tail sticking out from behind her mother. She stood and slunk over to sniff around the bushes.           Her quills stood on end, her skin feeling like it was on fire. It was Ajax. But he was asleep by their mother... what's going on here!?           Ajax leapt over Navsia and landed behind her, without a sound, advancing on her, getting very close to her face. She whirled around to face him, gasping softly and eyes wide with fear, backing up into the brush, feeling his hot breath against her snout, seeing his yellow eyes glaring feverishly at her, his jaws parted enough to show his fangs as he backed her into a tree.           Then he attacked, slashing madly at her face, neck, and underbelly. All Navsia could do was flail, unable to make a sound, the fear choking off her voice. Blood dripped everywhere, and she was starting to get dizzy. All of Ajax's blows started to fade away, his low cursings toward her melting into nothing, her vision blurring. She fell to the ground, unconscious and barely alive.           When she awakened, she whimpered, trying to move. Nothing was broken, to her surprise, however there was her blood everywhere, and then she felt the sting of her injuries. As she moved, she felt pressure in her pelvic area, and found to her horror that her brother had raped her, when he thought she was dead, his scent heavy on her back and tail.           The adrenaline rush she recieved from that fear gave her the strength and will to stand and run to where she last saw her family. When the foliage broke and she emerged, she made it two steps into the clearing, then froze.           Her father had been killed. His throat was torn open, and belly slashed wide, the skin parted to reveal his vital organs... or at least, what wasn't already eaten and scavenged. Her mother and Ajax's scent didn't have to tell her that they were the ones who performed this heinous deed. Falling to her knees, her howl resounded her broken heart and trust, though a chick's voice, it was the mourning of a betrayal.           Numbly, she nuzzled her father's torn snout, not caring about the blood or the smell of decay. Her only true family had been murdered. Without so much as a whimper, she trudged eastward, staring ahead and not stopping until a little feeling told her brain she was hungry, or thirsty, or tired.           Eventually, she made her way to the Krul Raptor Pack, and for now, resides there. She trusts no one, unless proven to her that they are trustworthy, and even then, she watches her back. She swears, one day, she will find her brother and make him pay for his deeds.