Post by Demæn on Jan 16, 2008 17:57:30 GMT -5
Name: Demæn
Alias: Dem, Dae
Gender: Female
Age: 2 1/2 years
Species and Breed: Timber x Actic x Gray wolf
Mental Description : A dark and depressing femme with an attitude. This fae has no respect for others and can only make things worse. Challenges seem to be the only thing that keeps her going and her 'disgrace' to her kind is unbareable to even look at from how 'stupid' she is. Her power lies mostly in her stratedgy though, it's always been easy to knock her out of her concetration giving her a major downside. Agression and depression seem to be the only thng that fuels her as she tries to figure out who she is and what's the cure for her own actions.
Physical Description: A strong built and tall frame, with long limbs. Speed, agility, muscle, her form has it all. A graceful and thin form with muscle filling in every gap between her bone and her skin...Some aren't sure if she even eats from how bony she is yet, from her muscles, you'd think she was always fighting which she was. Long and powerful limbs carry her almost tirelessly across the many landscapes in the forest she survives and 'thrives' in.
Appearance: A tattered brown figure, almost bone thin. Medium sized fur keeps her warm in the winter and cool in the summers. tan, white, black, brown, gray, sand-like, and medium brown splotches cover her form. Her eyes, and odd purple color and her muzzle, pure white. Her fore limbs had 'sock' markings all the way up to her knee cap and her hindlegs had half-sock markings which reached up to her ankles. Matted and bloody fur covered her ungroomed, giving her an even fiercer appearance. The tops of her ears had been carved off by humans and a zig-zag like pattern was cut out of their sides....A tribal like marking of some sort.
History: As a young pup, she was taught to fight and kill. A famine had come during her birth and put her as well as her siblings in a coma like state. When she awoke they were all gone except for her brother, Kofu, when was dead. out of mere hunger she ate his carcess then waited for days. here mother never returned but in her place, humans came closer and closer to the young pup's den,s oon taking her to their tribe and giving her the name 'Demon' for they were the ones whom killed her mother and they knew it. They still had her fur as part of one of their lightwomen's clothing. They had also watched her eat her brother and thought her worthy of tribe life from the hardships she would have to face. As a dog that was taken on hunts, she found herself idled, but not in a way she'd ever know until it was almost too late. At 1 year old she was taken to a temple to be used as a sacrifice yet, as the human began to carve markings into her ears, she ran, finding herself no longer trusting of humans. After that, she came upon other wolves which though of her an outcast and attacked her until the savage beast inside of her was released. She killed them easily. Soon, she attempted to kill anyone and everyone that came near her, turning colder and more solitary every time until she avioded everyone.
Sample Post: A brown, tattered figure padded foreward, ever so slowly. Purple orbs scanned the terra over and over again while her nose picked up ever scent of every wolf that had passed for weeks though nothing came. It seemed as though she was dreaming as she went, no scents were there, no sounds were heard, no wind rustled, no sun shined...Nothing was there except the awcardly silent forest before and behind her as well as beside her.
Ears were pinned against her crainium, hiding her odd tribal markings, and instead showing her fur which came up through those holes. Carefully, sock patterned paws came foreward, one infront of the other until she could no long go on...It felt like a useless attempt to travel on and instead was a futile attempt to find herself in the dead forest area. A low, sad, moarning sound was released from the maw of this discusting creature...Demon as the natives had called her and Demæn as she called herself. Once again she listened for a reply and once again she took in the air, trying to find that something was nearby though it was yet another failed attempt.
This new, unknown, silent, and dark place was driving her mad yet, it was that same feeling of uncomfortableness that drove her on, making her think that if she went so far, she'd eventaully hit familiar terratory. And in that theory, she was correct, though it was a big mistake.
Lilac orbs once again scanned that area and there, she saw it... THe familar forest that she knew and loved. The rythmatic sounds of birds that she could distinctly tell a part just by the noises and movements they made...Everything had been how she left it, yet the sight somehow bored her after mere seconds and yet the boring sight made her feel more secure then could be believed for a killer like herself.
Alias: Dem, Dae
Gender: Female
Age: 2 1/2 years
Species and Breed: Timber x Actic x Gray wolf
Mental Description : A dark and depressing femme with an attitude. This fae has no respect for others and can only make things worse. Challenges seem to be the only thing that keeps her going and her 'disgrace' to her kind is unbareable to even look at from how 'stupid' she is. Her power lies mostly in her stratedgy though, it's always been easy to knock her out of her concetration giving her a major downside. Agression and depression seem to be the only thng that fuels her as she tries to figure out who she is and what's the cure for her own actions.
Physical Description: A strong built and tall frame, with long limbs. Speed, agility, muscle, her form has it all. A graceful and thin form with muscle filling in every gap between her bone and her skin...Some aren't sure if she even eats from how bony she is yet, from her muscles, you'd think she was always fighting which she was. Long and powerful limbs carry her almost tirelessly across the many landscapes in the forest she survives and 'thrives' in.
Appearance: A tattered brown figure, almost bone thin. Medium sized fur keeps her warm in the winter and cool in the summers. tan, white, black, brown, gray, sand-like, and medium brown splotches cover her form. Her eyes, and odd purple color and her muzzle, pure white. Her fore limbs had 'sock' markings all the way up to her knee cap and her hindlegs had half-sock markings which reached up to her ankles. Matted and bloody fur covered her ungroomed, giving her an even fiercer appearance. The tops of her ears had been carved off by humans and a zig-zag like pattern was cut out of their sides....A tribal like marking of some sort.
History: As a young pup, she was taught to fight and kill. A famine had come during her birth and put her as well as her siblings in a coma like state. When she awoke they were all gone except for her brother, Kofu, when was dead. out of mere hunger she ate his carcess then waited for days. here mother never returned but in her place, humans came closer and closer to the young pup's den,s oon taking her to their tribe and giving her the name 'Demon' for they were the ones whom killed her mother and they knew it. They still had her fur as part of one of their lightwomen's clothing. They had also watched her eat her brother and thought her worthy of tribe life from the hardships she would have to face. As a dog that was taken on hunts, she found herself idled, but not in a way she'd ever know until it was almost too late. At 1 year old she was taken to a temple to be used as a sacrifice yet, as the human began to carve markings into her ears, she ran, finding herself no longer trusting of humans. After that, she came upon other wolves which though of her an outcast and attacked her until the savage beast inside of her was released. She killed them easily. Soon, she attempted to kill anyone and everyone that came near her, turning colder and more solitary every time until she avioded everyone.
Sample Post: A brown, tattered figure padded foreward, ever so slowly. Purple orbs scanned the terra over and over again while her nose picked up ever scent of every wolf that had passed for weeks though nothing came. It seemed as though she was dreaming as she went, no scents were there, no sounds were heard, no wind rustled, no sun shined...Nothing was there except the awcardly silent forest before and behind her as well as beside her.
Ears were pinned against her crainium, hiding her odd tribal markings, and instead showing her fur which came up through those holes. Carefully, sock patterned paws came foreward, one infront of the other until she could no long go on...It felt like a useless attempt to travel on and instead was a futile attempt to find herself in the dead forest area. A low, sad, moarning sound was released from the maw of this discusting creature...Demon as the natives had called her and Demæn as she called herself. Once again she listened for a reply and once again she took in the air, trying to find that something was nearby though it was yet another failed attempt.
This new, unknown, silent, and dark place was driving her mad yet, it was that same feeling of uncomfortableness that drove her on, making her think that if she went so far, she'd eventaully hit familiar terratory. And in that theory, she was correct, though it was a big mistake.
Lilac orbs once again scanned that area and there, she saw it... THe familar forest that she knew and loved. The rythmatic sounds of birds that she could distinctly tell a part just by the noises and movements they made...Everything had been how she left it, yet the sight somehow bored her after mere seconds and yet the boring sight made her feel more secure then could be believed for a killer like herself.
Name: Prizm
Alias: Priz
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Species and Breed: Timber Wolf
Mental Description : A confused brute that stays to himself completely and totally. Some call him emotionless for the some exact expression is always seen on his face, the same dull look of nothingness. His thoughts are random and barely does he speak but instead normally ignores all words spoken to him. His thoughts are almost always as simple as his facial expression yet, sometimes so complicated you'd think he was crazy. An odd code are all his thoughts were, constisting that of only he could understand, for if he said them in the exact why he found them in his mind, all that'd come out would be a lot of jiberish.
Appearance: A wolf as plain as dirt, rarely sticking out at all. His pure off-white form is the only unsual thing about him at first glance, yet many other things are found. His tail, a tattered mess of skin, scar, and fur, merely a stump that was ripped diagonailly(sp?) to make it look like it wasn't ripped off, but instead deformed. His eye color, an odd silver color that blended in with his fur. People say the light dies from your eyes when you die, yet his eyes are never lit, nor sparkling with joy, but instead as dull as those as a corspe that is yet to rot. His expresses, giving nothing to what he thinks but instead a plain looking, it describes him almost completely. His paws, a bit large for him though, he'd never grow into them, and instead just stumble as he ran. He was a pure bred runt, nothing else to him.
History: Pending...[I'll get it sooner or later xD]
Sample Post: Didn't I just do one?
