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Run and give me some chase | Love, you’re my favorite gamean exploration of :           hunger, cannibalism, the chase, mindless purpose, tradition, identity, community, spiritualism, enslavement, symbiosisHello, welcome. If the themes above weren't enough of an indication, Shana interacts with darker topics and is a darker character. They can live laugh love with the best of them, but at the end of the day, Shana is a stray dog without a leash, and should be treated accordingly.

Crystal / 21+ / PST

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   21+.   IC ≠ OOC.   Tells are always welcome.   Consent is paramount.   Mature and dark themes up to and including mental trauma, body horror, violence, gore, and others of that nature are welcome. ERP is not.   Discord for planning and general chat is always welcome.

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 GENERAL . 
•   name   :   shana / Khopesh
•   alias   :   hunter / mutt / Focus / Patience
•   gender   :   they / them / any / She / Her
•   orientation   :   breeder / Curious Partaker
•   species   :   vierquo'te / Voidsent
•   occupation   :   Hunter / Seeker
•   voice claim(s)   :   Matthew Mercer - Wolf / Morla Gorrondona - Naafiri
 PHYSICAL . 
•   eyes   :   aquamarine
•   hair   :    soot streaked snow
•   height   :   6'8" / 2m
•   weight   :   built
•   build   :   muscular
•   skin   :   scarred
•   tattoos   :   strange, esoteric, charred
•   scent   :   pine sap, wet earth, burnt flesh
 MENTAL . 
•   head   :   empty / Disciplined
•   thoughts   :   none / Many
•   likes   :   the hunt / Purpose
•   dislikes   :   c o m p l i c a t i o n s / d i s t r a c t i o n s

 BACKGROUND . 
•   birthplace   :  Skatay Range / A Temple
•   current residence   :   outside / Inside
•   pets   :   yes / Shana
•   significant other   :   Seren Vadas / Acceptable
      
I WHAT'S THAT SMELL : Despite overwhelmingly smelling like what a typical winter clime woodsman normally smells like, there's a cloying, biting scent of  burnt, charred flesh  when Shana's around. It's not hard to guess where the smell is coming from, at least. II WATCH DOG : To hunt is to know how and when to catch the smallest details. Their eyes seem to laze, yet shifts and catches the slightest movements. Hold their gaze and receive a  fang filled smile . III FAR FROM HOME : It's clear from Shana's voice that they hail from someone from within the  Skatayan Range  - and if it's not the voice, then it is most definitely from the way they drink.

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      H U N T E RBy trade and by choice, Shana is a  hunter  through and through. There is no prey too great or too taboo, and no reason to enjoy doing so but for the  thrill of it all . Entice them with a delicious enough prospect, and see them  salivate and howl  for the opportunity. Just take care not to turn their  focus  onto you.

      W A S T E    N O T   ,   W A N T    N O TIf there's an  organ to be harvested  or an herb to be gathered, Shana  will know where to find it . Whether a creature can only be found in the deepest depths of the Ruby Sea or an herb only picked at the peak of the lunar cycle in a moonlit glade,  nothing  is out of their reach - or the reach of anyone who might need their particular service.

      S T A Y    A W H I L E   ,   A N D    L I S T E NFor a  world wanderer  such as Shana, they have endless tales abound of their travels and hunts, with more than a willing tongue to wag about them. Their person is oft enough reason to draw questions towards them, and they are never shy of answering any that wend their way to their ear, with plenty of tales of where exactly each  scar  is from and what lengths they've traveled to attain them.

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      H U N T E DFor a  creature  like Shana, there is no surprise that they would have enemies. Lovers torn apart, lives ended and desecrated, even something as petty as fortunes made and lost have been heaped upon their name. There are  endless reasons  to find and hunt down this  beast  - one simply need be chosen, however justified or arbitrary.

      T H E    B L A C K    W O R DNatives to Skatay may have heard of a Veenan tribe that do not follow the Green Word - or at least, not in the way many of their contemporaries do. Their word is the  Black Word  instead, the voices they hear different from the ones that utter the Green Word. Their practices are strange, their Black anathema to the Green, and yet they are Viera  all the same .