Ciarra

"Time for another show! Are you ready to see some magic happen?"

Personality:

An otherwise quiet lion who lives for the thrill of the performance.

+ observant

Used to keeping an eye and an ear out from her past, she’s always noticing all the quiet details in the lions and places she’s around. Rarely is anyone able to sneak up on her - mainly because she’s too paranoid for her own good, and will whip her head around at the slightest out of place sound.

+ organized

Ciarra is a lion that knows what she’s doing. She always knows where her few belongings are, is always aware of what she needs to be doing, and keeps track of all of it almost to the point of obsession.

+ unfoolable 

There isn’t any tricking Ciarra, not when she’s so steeped in lies herself. While of course there will be exceptions, most of the time she can tell if a lion is lying to her, especially if they’re not very good at it.

= private

Absolutely. The illusionist keeps almost everything about herself close, deflecting questions by telling tall tales and using her element to act as if she’s still on stage.

= dramatic

In almost everything. It’s something that she learned on the stage and has taken into the rest of her life. This is the type of lion who can go on long monologues about how terribly cold it is. Whether it’s found amusing or annoying depends on the lion listening.

- cowardly

The fear haunts her every day. Cowardice drives most of her choices, led to her hyper-vigilance, and is the reason behind her best-kept secret. If she can run away, she will.

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History: 
A simple lion, Ciarra grew up in the pride and became a tracker lion at the usual age due to her ears. This was all fairly normal. Going out on missions was terrifying for her - she felt that danger was always lurking around every corner, and didn't the job that she’d been given, though she never told that to anyone.

One time, out on patrol, she was attacked by several rival lions and her back leg was injured. Ciarra’s leg was treated by the healers, but something about it didn’t heal quite right, and she was left with a permanent limp. Because of this she was given permission to become a performer instead, a job that she absolutely loved - but also felt so guilty about having.

The limp wasn’t real. The faint scar left behind on her leg didn’t hurt at all anymore, and if she wanted to she could run like the wind. But she kept on faking it, determined to never have to go back.

These days she still has her job as a performer and it’s wonderful - wonderful to be able to awe other lions with the shadows. But she still knows that her new life is built on lies and is petrified that one day… someone will find out.