
Amber Hawkings: Humble Beginnings
A basic introduction of a new OC character I'm working on. Pink Alien-muscle fox is pretty much what she is. I'll have a character description written up soon enough, as I don't have art of them just yet.
Back on her home planet, one without a name, Amber was a runt. The smallest of her set, Amber was always left behind or picked on by the bigger, stronger foxes. Funilly enough, this also meant that she was the only one that wouldn't go home with wounds or bruises, as none of the other kids wanted to fight her, seeing her to be of no challenge to do so, and as such, worthless to bother fighting with.
Growing up a runt in a society where everything was based around how big and strong you could be was quite demoralizing. While the other vixen were out training to be hunters, she was stuck inside. Not literally, but her size had been ridiculed so much at this point that she didn't even bother attempting to go outside.
This continued on for the first decade of her life, until, at the age of ten, all of the new brood took part in the placement ceremony. The purpose of this ceremony, if it wasn't clear, was to determine what role in the tribe that cub would take of the four prominent roles in the tribe: Warrior, Scout, Shaman, and Guardian.
Going into this, Amber had absolutely no idea what she would do. She couldn't hit as hard as the other warriors, she had never really ran before so she doubted that she'd be a good scout;not to mention she had never set foot outside the village;, she lacked any and all real magical abilities, save for the natural healing rate of her species, which wasn't seen as magic to her but simply a biological process, and she lacked the incredible durability and stopping power of the guardians.
Her doubts were confirmed, at least for the first ceremony, the Warrior's Right, where she was knocked out of the circle almost as soon as the battle had began, spotting a bloody nose and a fractured collarbone. She had, as expected, been the first one to lose, so she got to sit off for a while and heal, getting help from one of the shamans to speed up her recovery.
Over the next three days, while the Warriors Right continued on, Amber rested in the medical hut, healing slowly and steadily from the broken bones she had received from the first fight. She wound up missing the Trial of Shamans, or the test that those that failed the Warriors Right would go through to see if they possessed the magical abilities to join the ranks of the Shaman healers in the tribe, but she managed to recover just soon enough to partake in the final test, the Scout's Path.
The final test was one that tested both endurance and speed. Given her previous experiences with most things physical, Amber went into this test with relatively low hopes and expectations for herself. When the footrace started, she was among the only four left that had failed the previous two rights of passage, and even then the shortest of the four around her were a good foot taller than her measly 8'5". Even in the face of this, she knew she had to try, and at least finish somewhere close to the four around her. If she didn't, her tribe didn't care much for dead weight, so if she failed to be placed in either warrior, guardian, shaman, or scout...she'd likely be exiled.
Luck was on her side that day though. Much to the surprise of herself and her fellow runners, with the horn blow that signalled the start of the race sounded, Amber took off, and managed so much faster than the others that she crossed the starting field and entered the forest before the other four were even able to get a quarter of the way across it. She knew the trail to follow by heart, she had walked along it often. She ran through the woods, up the side of a mountain, and then spiraled back down a second path. She then swam across an oceanic lake to circle back around to her village. All things considered, she not only managed to finish almost two hours before the others did, the run taking her five hours to complete in its entirety, she set a new precedent and finally earned her place in the tribe, as the newest Scout.
Back on her home planet, one without a name, Amber was a runt. The smallest of her set, Amber was always left behind or picked on by the bigger, stronger foxes. Funilly enough, this also meant that she was the only one that wouldn't go home with wounds or bruises, as none of the other kids wanted to fight her, seeing her to be of no challenge to do so, and as such, worthless to bother fighting with.
Growing up a runt in a society where everything was based around how big and strong you could be was quite demoralizing. While the other vixen were out training to be hunters, she was stuck inside. Not literally, but her size had been ridiculed so much at this point that she didn't even bother attempting to go outside.
This continued on for the first decade of her life, until, at the age of ten, all of the new brood took part in the placement ceremony. The purpose of this ceremony, if it wasn't clear, was to determine what role in the tribe that cub would take of the four prominent roles in the tribe: Warrior, Scout, Shaman, and Guardian.
Going into this, Amber had absolutely no idea what she would do. She couldn't hit as hard as the other warriors, she had never really ran before so she doubted that she'd be a good scout;not to mention she had never set foot outside the village;, she lacked any and all real magical abilities, save for the natural healing rate of her species, which wasn't seen as magic to her but simply a biological process, and she lacked the incredible durability and stopping power of the guardians.
Her doubts were confirmed, at least for the first ceremony, the Warrior's Right, where she was knocked out of the circle almost as soon as the battle had began, spotting a bloody nose and a fractured collarbone. She had, as expected, been the first one to lose, so she got to sit off for a while and heal, getting help from one of the shamans to speed up her recovery.
Over the next three days, while the Warriors Right continued on, Amber rested in the medical hut, healing slowly and steadily from the broken bones she had received from the first fight. She wound up missing the Trial of Shamans, or the test that those that failed the Warriors Right would go through to see if they possessed the magical abilities to join the ranks of the Shaman healers in the tribe, but she managed to recover just soon enough to partake in the final test, the Scout's Path.
The final test was one that tested both endurance and speed. Given her previous experiences with most things physical, Amber went into this test with relatively low hopes and expectations for herself. When the footrace started, she was among the only four left that had failed the previous two rights of passage, and even then the shortest of the four around her were a good foot taller than her measly 8'5". Even in the face of this, she knew she had to try, and at least finish somewhere close to the four around her. If she didn't, her tribe didn't care much for dead weight, so if she failed to be placed in either warrior, guardian, shaman, or scout...she'd likely be exiled.
Luck was on her side that day though. Much to the surprise of herself and her fellow runners, with the horn blow that signalled the start of the race sounded, Amber took off, and managed so much faster than the others that she crossed the starting field and entered the forest before the other four were even able to get a quarter of the way across it. She knew the trail to follow by heart, she had walked along it often. She ran through the woods, up the side of a mountain, and then spiraled back down a second path. She then swam across an oceanic lake to circle back around to her village. All things considered, she not only managed to finish almost two hours before the others did, the run taking her five hours to complete in its entirety, she set a new precedent and finally earned her place in the tribe, as the newest Scout.
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