Post by reza on Nov 9, 2008 22:38:20 GMT -5
General details
Wolf Form
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Pack:
Family/Relations
Father:
Mother:
Siblings:
Mate/Crush:
Description
Appearance
Fur color/Coat:
Eyes:
Nose:
Claws/Paws:
Other/Accessories:
Image of your character:
Personality
Theme song:
Personality:
Fears:
Likes:
Weaknesses:
Powers:
Secrets:
Lifelong wish:
Ambitions:
5 (or more) words to describe your character:
History:
Role-play Example:
Human form
Description:
Hair color:
Clothes:
Eye color:
Wolf Form
Name:
Reza
Gender:
She-wolf
Age:
2yrs/17yrs
Pack:
Loner (for now)
Family/Relations
dead
dead
dead
Mate/Crush:
n/a
Description
Appearance
Fur color/Coat:
Mainly gray with a streak of lighter gray on her back, outlined by black, then tan along her sides and the top of her head and a black underbelly.
Eyes:
Yellow/hazel
Nose:
Black
Claws/Paws:
Sharp
Image of your character:
Personality
Theme song:
Time of Dying - Three Day's Grace
Personality:
Reza's ('demon') name describes her well. She is reckless and careless, hardly ever caring even around pups. It is quite obvious that she isn't quite fit to be a mother, but a fighter seems to be just fine with her. This she-wolf actually prefers to be alone most of the time, and many of those who know her also have knowledge of that. Quick to snap, Reza has a fast temper with poor negotiation abilities. She is smart however, and though she may not look like much upon first glance, do not underestimate her skill in fighting.
Fears:
-losing
-being seen as weak
-being seen as weak
Likes:
+fighting
+being alone
+being alone
Weaknesses:
-no pack
-anger control issues
-anger control issues
Powers:
strength
speed
endurance
speed
endurance
Secrets:
-Killed her family
Lifelong wish:
To.. live..?
Ambitions:
Only the will to live in this godforsaken world.
5 (or more) words to describe your character:
tough
scornful
sarcastic
fighter
loner
scornful
sarcastic
fighter
loner
History:
Reza's history is somewhat plain. Her parents and siblings were not the greatest wolves one would meet, making her somewhat like the Cinderella of wolves. At first she was the runt of the litter but grew quickly. Until she was old enough to do anything about her family, she had to put up with them. They were more than horrible to her, and her siblings were always trying to find ways of making her die so they would get more food. Survival tactics for the pup came on a daily basis. At a young age she was a daring, nasty little thing and began spending time alone.
When she was old enough and had had enough she snapped and went into her first rage. The only ones who happened to be there was her family, and she ended up killing them all.
When she was old enough and had had enough she snapped and went into her first rage. The only ones who happened to be there was her family, and she ended up killing them all.
Role-play Example:
[from another site]
Not but a few days ago, Reza had had a run-in with a few guys. They weren't really ninjas, but their blind strength certainly made it seem like they were. They had tried taking the girl someplace by force, which obviously she wasn't too interested in. She wasn't about to let herself be possibly kidnapped when she knew she was on her own when it came to her safety. Needless to say she'd come out with a couple broken ribs, but she had successfully killed them in the end.
The ribs obviously weren't healed yet, but almost nothing had ever kept the Inuzuka from her training. Kiiro never really objected, unless, of course, he thought his owner was way outside her limits, which he knew very well. The two had trained some of the daylight away, but rested most of it because of Reza's handicap. It turned out not to be the sort of thing that would make her wander back home - that might even make things worse. She had been sitting on the branch of a tree, silently watching the same scenery change from dusk to midnight. Somehow, she was hardly bored by this and falling asleep had been rejected by her body through the whole time, regardless of her stillness. Kiiro had been nearly the same, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment and glad that Reza was finally taking time to let her wounds heal.
It wasn't forever that the chilled night air was so quiet though. Reza's eyes came to sudden life as the noise of a crumbling building echoed through the sleeping village. Was someone really trying to attack the most powerful ninja village amongst them all? It was slightly foolish, she thought, but the Fourth Hokage had of course been killed by Orochimaru and his minions when they attacked once.
Slower than usual, Reza let herself fall from the tree and land quietly on the ground. Kiiro leaped down after her and they began walking fairly mildly toward the where the sound had come from. At first, Reza mainly only saw a blond head of hair, and her thoughts unwillingly shot for Naruto. But he was Hokage now, and she'd heard of his determination to become the 'greatest' Hokage when he was but 2 years older than herself. Reza got closer, still walking in a sort of emotionless way. Her head twisted to the side a bit, now able to recognize the man as someone she did not know.
"Who are you?" she asked, looking at him without any indication to how she was feeling. She had missed his yell somehow.
The ribs obviously weren't healed yet, but almost nothing had ever kept the Inuzuka from her training. Kiiro never really objected, unless, of course, he thought his owner was way outside her limits, which he knew very well. The two had trained some of the daylight away, but rested most of it because of Reza's handicap. It turned out not to be the sort of thing that would make her wander back home - that might even make things worse. She had been sitting on the branch of a tree, silently watching the same scenery change from dusk to midnight. Somehow, she was hardly bored by this and falling asleep had been rejected by her body through the whole time, regardless of her stillness. Kiiro had been nearly the same, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment and glad that Reza was finally taking time to let her wounds heal.
It wasn't forever that the chilled night air was so quiet though. Reza's eyes came to sudden life as the noise of a crumbling building echoed through the sleeping village. Was someone really trying to attack the most powerful ninja village amongst them all? It was slightly foolish, she thought, but the Fourth Hokage had of course been killed by Orochimaru and his minions when they attacked once.
Slower than usual, Reza let herself fall from the tree and land quietly on the ground. Kiiro leaped down after her and they began walking fairly mildly toward the where the sound had come from. At first, Reza mainly only saw a blond head of hair, and her thoughts unwillingly shot for Naruto. But he was Hokage now, and she'd heard of his determination to become the 'greatest' Hokage when he was but 2 years older than herself. Reza got closer, still walking in a sort of emotionless way. Her head twisted to the side a bit, now able to recognize the man as someone she did not know.
"Who are you?" she asked, looking at him without any indication to how she was feeling. She had missed his yell somehow.
Human form
Description:
thin
Hair color:
black
Clothes:
She wears a long-sleeved black-and-white striped shirt, with a black hooded cloak over it. The cloak closes with two fairly large buckles, which she mainly leaves open. The sleeve of the cloak do not completely attach, since about halfway down her upper arm they cut off, but then are attached again by four pieces of black leather, making the whole sleeves longer.
Her legs are covered simply by black pants, and knee-high black [All*Star] boots with white laces and soles cover her feet. Over her pants and attached to her black belt, holes all around it for numerous sizes, are two pieces of thin crossing cloth, one attached to the front of the belt by a ring tied to a pocket by a piece of silvery cloth, which hangs down a few inches by itself, with the black cloth then tied to the back of the opposite side's back pocket in the same way as the front, attachment-wise. The same is for the other thin cloth, only opposite sides.
[pants example]
Her legs are covered simply by black pants, and knee-high black [All*Star] boots with white laces and soles cover her feet. Over her pants and attached to her black belt, holes all around it for numerous sizes, are two pieces of thin crossing cloth, one attached to the front of the belt by a ring tied to a pocket by a piece of silvery cloth, which hangs down a few inches by itself, with the black cloth then tied to the back of the opposite side's back pocket in the same way as the front, attachment-wise. The same is for the other thin cloth, only opposite sides.
[pants example]
To complement the rest of her outfit, she has a black spiked collar with a big silver ring attached to the front.
Eye color:
hazel