Post by Schatten on Oct 27, 2010 13:16:24 GMT -5
Characters Name:
Persephone
Species & Breed:
Red Wolf
Gender:
Female
Age:
8 Moons
Pack/Group:
Born to the Denali, currently blongs to none as she wanders in search of her family.
Rank:
She would make a good scout when she is taken in,.
Appearance:
My undercoat hugs my body thick and soft, a rich creamy color unusually light for my kind. Highlights of a grey brown cover very small portions of mu body, where red brown frames my face and nose. Mostly, my undercoat shows through the thin maincoat, leaving me light in color and velvet soft to the touch.
My ears stand rounded and slightly larger than most of the Red Wolf kind. I appear as more of a husky than a wolf, though it is surley just the way my strain has adapted to the cooler weather found on the island of Keyara. It seems I am almost always coated in a thick winter coat.
My rounded and overly fluffy face nearly hide my large almond shaped Emerald optics. Wide and always aware, my eyes are the window directly to my mind, and always give away my thoughts and feelings. They also show my intent concentration, and the fact that I am always planning.
Still built like a puppy, I am almost grown. Long legs give way to small paws, giving me a lanky appearance, but an advantage in speed and stealth.
3 Strengths:
Speed
Stealth
Agility
3 Weaknesses:
Swimming
Heat
Conversation
Personality:
To call me shy or dumb would be a grave mistake on your behalf. I am highly intellegent, but have been raised in a world where words have little meaning and are better left unsaid. I dont enjoy talking to others and tend to keep quite unless what I have to say has importance. That is how it should be. As well, I dont speak unless spoken to. Its not a respect thing, I just dont plan on wasting my breath on someone who is not listening.
I could be called kind, though I do not show it in a way most would understand. I prefur the title "fair" as I try not to judge on superficial things. I know pack ranks, and pack behavior, but I do tend not to give respect where it is not deserved. I would like to believe someone would recieve thier ranks by earning it, but I am sure that is not always the case.
Family Members:
Phillipe: Father, Missing
Pheona: Mother, Dead
Phona: Brother, Missing
Phiam: Sister, Dead
Past:
Born to the Denali pack, out of a brute by the name of Phillipe, there was a death sentance over my head from day one. My mother, Pheona, was bred for the sole purpose of gaining hiers, meaning a daughter was not only not wanted, but hated.
Phillipe told Pheona any female pups born would be killed, and her life would be ended as well if at least half of the litter where not male.
Thus, the day I was born, my mother took me and my sister, and ran for her life. Phillipe caught up with us a month or two ago, and I managed to escape on a wierd twist of fate.
Running for my life over a large field of snow, my father close at my heels, I managed to hear a faint creeking noise over the sound of my breathing. I pushed it to the back of my mind as his teeth snapped together just inches way from my right flank.
He was determined to kill me as he had done the others, and with no surprise, my brother dashed out of the trees at the other end of the field and faced me, teeth bared in a display that told me death awaited me on both sides.
I paused for a moment for the sting of betrayal to set in, when "Crack!" The ground beneath me gave way and I found myself engulfed in water. I fought to come up for air and found that the ground had reclosed above me, and I was trapped with no room to breath.
It turned out the field, was a lake, so now I was to die blow while my attakers paced above, franticly trying to find me so as to finish me themselves.
I saw them bite at the ice, furious at it for stealing thier kill. As the world turned black, I saw them turn and leave. Conciousness left me, and I awoke seemingly the next day, dry and warm in an abandoned den.
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