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Adapted for constant war, Lith is slowly adjusting to this somewhat dormant lifestyle she has recently taken up. The woman is rather tolerant toward most, excluding the ignorant and disrespectful, but will rarely speak first upon meeting. She spends most days, weather permitting, wandering the beach or exploring the city. When there is heavy snowfall or rain, she retreats to the house where she either sleeps on the couch in the living room (which serves as her den, if you will) or reads in the sunroom. Reading, obviously, is one of her joys in life, among other things; the sound of skilled piano-playing pleases her, (she herself can play well) beautiful creatures, both men and women, transform her normally stoic nature into something similar to girlish flirtation. Lith also has an affinity for stars, and often observes them with her astronomer's book balanced upon her forearm. Her birth clan, founded radically upon The Silmarillion, claims she is born with the kiss of Elbereth, the Lady of the Stars; a Valar. This, supposedly, explains why the woman is so infatuated with the heavens. However, there are darker things which please the stargazer. She enjoys combat, and defeating her opponent more than that. Killing, whether it be the result of a hunt or in war, also thrills her. She would never kill, however, unless it was essential to her existence, or the existence of others.
Her appearance is not traditionally coyote at first glance. Lith's coat is dark, mottled with grays and blacks, and pepperings of white on her chin and extremities. In the right kind of light, there is a 'blue' tint to it. Her eyes are, at first, a classic royal blue. Then, her right is suddenly corrupted with a streak of yellow, fading into green. These eyes are normally wide, though not so much to give her a startled look, and observant. Her build is even somewhat wolfish; most coyotes would be eye-level with her neck, which is long and slender. Despite these deviating characteristics, she is a coyote, with a modicum of wolf blood belonging to a long-dead relation, perhaps three-times removed. Her ears are elegantly long, and silvery, held normally at half-mast against her skull. True to her species, her maw is long and thin, with black whiskers protruding from the end. Lith is slender, but elegant muscles sleep in her body; she is built very much like a dancer. Sometimes she moves as if underwater, a grace which blooms from simple intent on what she wants and where she is going. Her voice, though somewhat underused, is deep and womanly, with an almost southern quality to it. When she laughs during conversation, it is usually a quiet murmur or amused hum. However, during combat she cackles from the adrenaline coursing through her body, her pupils dilated to vast pools of madness. Lith does not wear clothes and never has, due to her turbulent lifestyle. She does carry a black bookbag which is normally filled with books and papers, bits of meat, and, mostly recently, a map. She smells, most suitably, of ash and iron, with perhaps a faint hint of cotton blossom. The scars upon her body are many, most which are not visible through her dark fur. The most visible are her ripped left ear, the thin cut over her right eye, and two parallel cuts on her left hip.
Lith's nonskills would most certainly outweigh her actual skills, but here they are nonetheless. She has much experience, as I have said, with fighting one-on-one and in organized battle; therefore, she is a decent ally to have. Lith is also literate, and can write rather legibly with her Optime hands.
Friends: Lith has taken a liking, fueled by marijuana, to fellow clan member Matrix Thirteen. She is also rather charmed by both Samael Lykoi and Luz Cresceno.
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