Nieva

Anya was born in a small South Pole villiage made up of her people; polar bear anthros/furries. Eating seals and gulls and fish, fighting for territory with other clans, making fur clothing and other various necessities was her life, and she was happy. Due to her great beauty and lack of the bearlike dumpyness that was common among the villiage, she was praised and courted and sought after. She was a tease, and rather vain due to so much spoiling and compliments and attention, and basked in all of this. Although, she did have to learn to grow up, very quickly. After all, life wasn't snow cones and cute boys.

This she found out in a rather terrible manner. You see, her clan had a rival, one that was growing rapidly in strength and numbers. They needed more land. They took it. Her clan was decimated, just after she had decided to move north. Very very far north, away from everything she grew up with.

For a long while, she was very reserved and quiet, the images of a life now dead haunting her dreams.Yet, over time, we know that time heals all wounds, and she's become a bit more cheerful and more willing to accept people. 

She knows how to love and appreciate the simple things; a cool breeze on a hot day, laughing babies, the first snows of winter.

Dishonesty and a lack of justice.

Anya does, like all (now extinct) members of her clan, have special abilities. She has shape shifting, to a certain extent; she can take the form of a massive, horribly powerful polar bear. On top of that, in her usual anthro form, she's insanely strong and fast. Also, she has control over ice and snow and can contro the temperature, and is ammune to temperature over all. As in, it could be a million degrees above of below zero, and she would be fine.

Mate: None

Slaves: None

Master: None

Past relationships: None