Post by Sendiri™ on May 27, 2007 15:04:14 GMT -5
Character’s name: Raven
Gender: Faen
Alliance: Dark
Desired Position: Rankless, Outsider
Personality:Raven seems quite the emotionless girl. She wont afford to release her true thoughts and hides most of her feelings in side, or even all for that matter. She rarely gets the chance to affectionately express herself, and behaves fairly sarcastically.
Her mind is a very delicate matter -- not a toy.
She would much rather be alone so I wouldn't suggest you try to mess with her, because if you do unleash her inner demon, than you'll be sorry. A temper, if you call it, but mostly something unwraveling in her mind. Sometimes things happen, or come out of place that was NEVER suppose to happen.
She's a girl of silence and mystery, and no one likes being put under a microscope or examined, so just watch it around her.
Appearance: She has a very slender bodice, covered with gorgeous colored fur. The gray hues mix and change to different shades. Around her eyes it lightens up, and down her back and darkens and tones down. Her paws are huge, taking after her mix of breeds.
History: Personally I didn't plan on giving too much about her history....Mostly because she's mysterious and I'd rather you figure it out on your own, and second because I'm lazy and this is a horrible profile but it works, eh? This'll be short though because really, I don't want to give her all away. She's not that easy!
She was born in a place called "Azarath". This is a very mystical and almost legendary place, but she was raised by the munks there. This historical place was known by few and found by even less, though it became more and more popular, until everyone just disappeared after she left. Her demonic father, Trigon, took the name as Scath for others to veiw. But they still knew him as Trigon. The marks of Scath warned Raven that something bad was about to happen. All of this is in her past though, and it's confusing to explain. Her mother, Arella, still lives in Azarath, but Raven moved along.
Raven was also known as Rachel back at home, but her other 'name' is truely unknown to others.
She's not super strong or anything, but she's very fast--just about abnormally fast--but not quite. Her running and agility is too much to keep up with.
She's also a VERY skilled fighter, quick and clever in every move, as she has trained with the best there is day after day. Raven wont pick a fight, but be warned. She's very protective and a good dog. She'd die for her team mates and owner.
The rest of her history is to be hidden...
IC:
Sample Post: Even though you know me, I'll show you a small current roleplay that I have going at another site. The normal text is mine, italisized is other people. This roleplay includes, Raven (My charactor at other site), Saffire, and Fenris. Actually their too long, I'll just put my posts. This is a site where wolves are allowed powers, though roleplayer her here there will be no such thing.
Raven pulled over her cloak with teleknesis and found herself in a new land. She sniffed the air unsurely. What...what was this place anyway? All she knew was that it was far away from Kodiak and Black Jack. For now that's all she needed.
Finally. Alone. Wait...Oh God. More wolves. She looked up and felt a shiver run through the top of her skin.
Her face flushed even more pale -- if possible, until nothing but a white sheet remained. Was she intruding? She listened to another fae sob and her ears pinned back unsurely.
She approached cautiously. Depression. The medic wolf thought this over -- but it was uncurable in her paws. Or was it?
"Hey."
She took a dark step forward, and then two steps back, shutting her eyes half way. What was she doing? Depression came in many forms. This wolf could attack her, but it was alright. Raven had her dark magic, and that was all she needed. No ordinary wolf was a match for her.
"Easy, easy."
She sat down and leaned forward, letting the hood of her cloak fall apon her head, and then lifted her head, eyes the only thing visible in the darkness with in the hood. She wasn't sure what to say. There was another wolf calling...Saffire...Saffire....
"Saffire...eh? I'm Raven."
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Raven looked over at the frightened winged wolf with kind eyes. She tried to be easy in her black lined violet eyes, but she herself was very experianced and used to being who she was. Different. A freak. Though the mutations to other wolves were causing them panic.
This alphess didn't know her yet. She was a medic that went where she was needed, and surely Fenris would trust her with that soon. She was here to heal, and this time it was a case of emotional needs.
"Trust is something you have to earn...but I'm here to listen if you need to talk."
She flipped the hood off her head and post poned from using her powers much at all. Raven was creepy, moody, broody, and dark. She knew this, and she didn't want to scare them already. However the hood revealed a demonic beauty. She was beautiful in her own...different way, and yet so admirable.
It might depend on the eyes, but her gothic appearance never bothered her.
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"I'm Raven."
She repeated, looking at Saffire with very concerned eyes. Looked like she had another mission to accomplish. Her last stop was pointless, just meeting a street dog. The last last one was negative pointless, even worse. But these wolves did need help.
"I've seen alot of black wolves. I'm sure he'll come back, and I'll wait here with you until he does. I promise."
Raven started yelling at herself in her head. Who knows how long this will last? But she did go where she was needed. It was her vow. Maybe being good and helping the inoscent...fighting evil...could cover up for who she was...what she was destined to...
"A army, huh? I've never delt with being in a army myself, but I could help reconstruct and heal your lands. I'll stick around as a medic for a bit. Though I need some freedom, as others need my help aswell. I wont stay forever, but I will stay as long as it takes."
Now look at what you've done, Raven. What you've got yourself into. She looked reassuringly at the two others.
"Outcasted? Believe me, it's just the beginning. Just hang with some other odd wolves, you know? They can't say much then. Just jealous...just jealous they don't have gorgeous wings. I've been called a freak and chased out of my own lands for who I am, but instead of fighting it, I took advantage of what I had. I used it. I still am, for good. You can too. With those wings and a little training, you can fly up and spot out intruders long before any one else. In battle, it will be a useless attempt to catch you."
Raven smiled and looked back and forth from each of them. Funny. A goth wolf trying to cheer up some others. Oh, well, it's who she is.
"It's not so bad. Trust me."
Gender: Faen
Alliance: Dark
Desired Position: Rankless, Outsider
Personality:Raven seems quite the emotionless girl. She wont afford to release her true thoughts and hides most of her feelings in side, or even all for that matter. She rarely gets the chance to affectionately express herself, and behaves fairly sarcastically.
Her mind is a very delicate matter -- not a toy.
She would much rather be alone so I wouldn't suggest you try to mess with her, because if you do unleash her inner demon, than you'll be sorry. A temper, if you call it, but mostly something unwraveling in her mind. Sometimes things happen, or come out of place that was NEVER suppose to happen.
She's a girl of silence and mystery, and no one likes being put under a microscope or examined, so just watch it around her.
Appearance: She has a very slender bodice, covered with gorgeous colored fur. The gray hues mix and change to different shades. Around her eyes it lightens up, and down her back and darkens and tones down. Her paws are huge, taking after her mix of breeds.
History: Personally I didn't plan on giving too much about her history....Mostly because she's mysterious and I'd rather you figure it out on your own, and second because I'm lazy and this is a horrible profile but it works, eh? This'll be short though because really, I don't want to give her all away. She's not that easy!
She was born in a place called "Azarath". This is a very mystical and almost legendary place, but she was raised by the munks there. This historical place was known by few and found by even less, though it became more and more popular, until everyone just disappeared after she left. Her demonic father, Trigon, took the name as Scath for others to veiw. But they still knew him as Trigon. The marks of Scath warned Raven that something bad was about to happen. All of this is in her past though, and it's confusing to explain. Her mother, Arella, still lives in Azarath, but Raven moved along.
Raven was also known as Rachel back at home, but her other 'name' is truely unknown to others.
She's not super strong or anything, but she's very fast--just about abnormally fast--but not quite. Her running and agility is too much to keep up with.
She's also a VERY skilled fighter, quick and clever in every move, as she has trained with the best there is day after day. Raven wont pick a fight, but be warned. She's very protective and a good dog. She'd die for her team mates and owner.
The rest of her history is to be hidden...
IC:
Sample Post: Even though you know me, I'll show you a small current roleplay that I have going at another site. The normal text is mine, italisized is other people. This roleplay includes, Raven (My charactor at other site), Saffire, and Fenris. Actually their too long, I'll just put my posts. This is a site where wolves are allowed powers, though roleplayer her here there will be no such thing.
Raven pulled over her cloak with teleknesis and found herself in a new land. She sniffed the air unsurely. What...what was this place anyway? All she knew was that it was far away from Kodiak and Black Jack. For now that's all she needed.
Finally. Alone. Wait...Oh God. More wolves. She looked up and felt a shiver run through the top of her skin.
Her face flushed even more pale -- if possible, until nothing but a white sheet remained. Was she intruding? She listened to another fae sob and her ears pinned back unsurely.
She approached cautiously. Depression. The medic wolf thought this over -- but it was uncurable in her paws. Or was it?
"Hey."
She took a dark step forward, and then two steps back, shutting her eyes half way. What was she doing? Depression came in many forms. This wolf could attack her, but it was alright. Raven had her dark magic, and that was all she needed. No ordinary wolf was a match for her.
"Easy, easy."
She sat down and leaned forward, letting the hood of her cloak fall apon her head, and then lifted her head, eyes the only thing visible in the darkness with in the hood. She wasn't sure what to say. There was another wolf calling...Saffire...Saffire....
"Saffire...eh? I'm Raven."
--------------
Raven looked over at the frightened winged wolf with kind eyes. She tried to be easy in her black lined violet eyes, but she herself was very experianced and used to being who she was. Different. A freak. Though the mutations to other wolves were causing them panic.
This alphess didn't know her yet. She was a medic that went where she was needed, and surely Fenris would trust her with that soon. She was here to heal, and this time it was a case of emotional needs.
"Trust is something you have to earn...but I'm here to listen if you need to talk."
She flipped the hood off her head and post poned from using her powers much at all. Raven was creepy, moody, broody, and dark. She knew this, and she didn't want to scare them already. However the hood revealed a demonic beauty. She was beautiful in her own...different way, and yet so admirable.
It might depend on the eyes, but her gothic appearance never bothered her.
----------------------
"I'm Raven."
She repeated, looking at Saffire with very concerned eyes. Looked like she had another mission to accomplish. Her last stop was pointless, just meeting a street dog. The last last one was negative pointless, even worse. But these wolves did need help.
"I've seen alot of black wolves. I'm sure he'll come back, and I'll wait here with you until he does. I promise."
Raven started yelling at herself in her head. Who knows how long this will last? But she did go where she was needed. It was her vow. Maybe being good and helping the inoscent...fighting evil...could cover up for who she was...what she was destined to...
"A army, huh? I've never delt with being in a army myself, but I could help reconstruct and heal your lands. I'll stick around as a medic for a bit. Though I need some freedom, as others need my help aswell. I wont stay forever, but I will stay as long as it takes."
Now look at what you've done, Raven. What you've got yourself into. She looked reassuringly at the two others.
"Outcasted? Believe me, it's just the beginning. Just hang with some other odd wolves, you know? They can't say much then. Just jealous...just jealous they don't have gorgeous wings. I've been called a freak and chased out of my own lands for who I am, but instead of fighting it, I took advantage of what I had. I used it. I still am, for good. You can too. With those wings and a little training, you can fly up and spot out intruders long before any one else. In battle, it will be a useless attempt to catch you."
Raven smiled and looked back and forth from each of them. Funny. A goth wolf trying to cheer up some others. Oh, well, it's who she is.
"It's not so bad. Trust me."
