Post by silver-stella on Sept 17, 2008 23:41:56 GMT -5
Wolf Form
Name: Stella
Gender: she-wolf
Age: 53 moons. 17 years.
Pack: currently a loner, possibly will join pack 4 if she's accepted. if not, might pick up a few wolves along her journey and make her own pack
Family/Relations
Father: Fenrir
Mother: Skyla
Siblings:
Mate/Crush: none yet
Description
Appearance
Fur colour/Coat: white (just like Kiba!!! ^_^)
Eyes: golden
Nose: charcoal black
Claws/Paws: black/white
Other/Accessories: she has a swirly design under her eyes, also 3 gold hoops on left ear, 2 on right (one was ripped out)
Image of your character:
Personality ect.
She's very much like Kiba, but the female form...lol. She's always cool and calm. When she is angered or disturbed she's a cold blooded and unmerciful killer. She finds people with attitude total jerks, but will confront them in a very sociable and truthful manor. She's new to decieving people and being human, but she does it when necissary. Stella is beautiful and cunning when she really wants something. When this girl sets her mind to something, her journey begins that very moment and she always finishes it.
Theme song: Of Wolf and Man-Metallica
Personality: ???didn't i just put that???
Fears: she's a bit scared to love, more nervous i guess. she's always on edge around humans, that makes her a little moody.
Likes: her paws are fast in a run. her heart soars with wind. her howl flows in the starry skies making the moon smile. her love, is the wild...her love, is being a wolf, free and almighty, powerful.
Weaknesses: socializing...she needs practice and it makes her nervous
Powers: Stella is an incrediably skilled runner, hunter, all around amazing wolf.
Secrets: her pup life
Livelong wish: to be one of the best fighters and to find paradise
Ambitions: She wants to be powerful enough to lay out her revenge. She wants to be with others and find paradise
5 (or more) words to describe your character: Stella is intelligent, cunning, beautiful, powerful, amazing, and totally awesome!
History: She claims she can't remember her life as a pup...she wouldn't want to anyway, if she really doesn't. It was terrible and cruel for such a magnificent creature as she is. She was captured by humans and used for cage fighting, she always won. She's tasted the blood of humans many many times. She constantly escaped from these thugs who had caught her and raised her to be a fighter, but she had nowhere else to go...besides she loved the fights against these unworthy mutts and then the occasional assult of a human. A scent crossed her nose one day, a flowery beautiful scent that she had to follow. She's been adventuring ever since, trying to find it again. She's learned a whole lot along her journey and is now searching for paradise.
Role-play Example.
(idk if ya'll use first person view, but i like that best *i can do either way* so i'm going to use that view)
I was crouched low, deep in the snow, while I watched a young elk graze infront of me. A low growl came from my throat, wanting desperately to kill my prey and devour it. My throat began to burn a little with my growing urge to taste it's blood and sink my glistening fangs into it's neck. My pupils grew into mere dots in my eyes as I focused on the elk. I could predict each step it was going to take as I analyzed it's muscles movements and how it tensed. I crawled forward, so silent I could barely hear my own foot fall. I wasn't but a few yards away now, still invisible in the matching snow. I leaned back on my hind feet, ready to launch myself off like a spring. Then, right as I was about to end my hunt...my stomach grumbled. The young elk buck raised his head, neck arched back and antlers very promonent in my sight. His nostrils where flared wide taking in the scent of my danger. I lunged myself at him, aiming for the throat, knowing this very second was the only one I'd have. I had the successful feeling of fur and then a growing trickle of blood with in my jaws. I almost chuckled at the pure delight I had in my catch. I could hear the buck's loud and distressful bleat, that very sound only drove me on. I crushed his throat even more and then his calls went dead. His front knees buckled for a second and then fell to the ground. My hind feet where now on the ground as well. I pulled back, starting to rip his skin along with the thick muscle and tuff of fur. In just a matter of seconds the other end came down with a loud thud, and I had my dinner. I held onto his throat with my jaws just a little longer, loving the sweet victory taste of his blood. Then when I was done, I moved to his stomach and ripped the skin in one rough tug. To simply put it, and save the weak stomached a quick trip, I gorged myself enjoying every swallow of warm elk insides.
Human form
Description: average hight, very thin and graceful looking
Hair colour: minty green (she dyed it)
Description of your characters cloths: white shirt that's kinda victorian, short plaid black skirt...just about always wears black leather jacket
Eye colour: green!!!
Name: Stella
Gender: she-wolf
Age: 53 moons. 17 years.
Pack: currently a loner, possibly will join pack 4 if she's accepted. if not, might pick up a few wolves along her journey and make her own pack
Family/Relations
Father: Fenrir
Mother: Skyla
Mate/Crush: none yet
Description
Appearance
Fur colour/Coat: white (just like Kiba!!! ^_^)
Eyes: golden
Nose: charcoal black
Claws/Paws: black/white
Other/Accessories: she has a swirly design under her eyes, also 3 gold hoops on left ear, 2 on right (one was ripped out)
Image of your character:
Personality ect.
She's very much like Kiba, but the female form...lol. She's always cool and calm. When she is angered or disturbed she's a cold blooded and unmerciful killer. She finds people with attitude total jerks, but will confront them in a very sociable and truthful manor. She's new to decieving people and being human, but she does it when necissary. Stella is beautiful and cunning when she really wants something. When this girl sets her mind to something, her journey begins that very moment and she always finishes it.
Theme song: Of Wolf and Man-Metallica
Personality: ???didn't i just put that???
Fears: she's a bit scared to love, more nervous i guess. she's always on edge around humans, that makes her a little moody.
Likes: her paws are fast in a run. her heart soars with wind. her howl flows in the starry skies making the moon smile. her love, is the wild...her love, is being a wolf, free and almighty, powerful.
Weaknesses: socializing...she needs practice and it makes her nervous
Powers: Stella is an incrediably skilled runner, hunter, all around amazing wolf.
Secrets: her pup life
Livelong wish: to be one of the best fighters and to find paradise
Ambitions: She wants to be powerful enough to lay out her revenge. She wants to be with others and find paradise
5 (or more) words to describe your character: Stella is intelligent, cunning, beautiful, powerful, amazing, and totally awesome!
History: She claims she can't remember her life as a pup...she wouldn't want to anyway, if she really doesn't. It was terrible and cruel for such a magnificent creature as she is. She was captured by humans and used for cage fighting, she always won. She's tasted the blood of humans many many times. She constantly escaped from these thugs who had caught her and raised her to be a fighter, but she had nowhere else to go...besides she loved the fights against these unworthy mutts and then the occasional assult of a human. A scent crossed her nose one day, a flowery beautiful scent that she had to follow. She's been adventuring ever since, trying to find it again. She's learned a whole lot along her journey and is now searching for paradise.
Role-play Example.
(idk if ya'll use first person view, but i like that best *i can do either way* so i'm going to use that view)
I was crouched low, deep in the snow, while I watched a young elk graze infront of me. A low growl came from my throat, wanting desperately to kill my prey and devour it. My throat began to burn a little with my growing urge to taste it's blood and sink my glistening fangs into it's neck. My pupils grew into mere dots in my eyes as I focused on the elk. I could predict each step it was going to take as I analyzed it's muscles movements and how it tensed. I crawled forward, so silent I could barely hear my own foot fall. I wasn't but a few yards away now, still invisible in the matching snow. I leaned back on my hind feet, ready to launch myself off like a spring. Then, right as I was about to end my hunt...my stomach grumbled. The young elk buck raised his head, neck arched back and antlers very promonent in my sight. His nostrils where flared wide taking in the scent of my danger. I lunged myself at him, aiming for the throat, knowing this very second was the only one I'd have. I had the successful feeling of fur and then a growing trickle of blood with in my jaws. I almost chuckled at the pure delight I had in my catch. I could hear the buck's loud and distressful bleat, that very sound only drove me on. I crushed his throat even more and then his calls went dead. His front knees buckled for a second and then fell to the ground. My hind feet where now on the ground as well. I pulled back, starting to rip his skin along with the thick muscle and tuff of fur. In just a matter of seconds the other end came down with a loud thud, and I had my dinner. I held onto his throat with my jaws just a little longer, loving the sweet victory taste of his blood. Then when I was done, I moved to his stomach and ripped the skin in one rough tug. To simply put it, and save the weak stomached a quick trip, I gorged myself enjoying every swallow of warm elk insides.
Human form
Description: average hight, very thin and graceful looking
Hair colour: minty green (she dyed it)
Description of your characters cloths: white shirt that's kinda victorian, short plaid black skirt...just about always wears black leather jacket
Eye colour: green!!!
