Post by Oblivion Fury on Apr 26, 2007 3:45:33 GMT -5
Character’s name: Spirit
Age:
Breed: Arctic Fox
Gender: Female
Alliance: Dark
Desired Rank: She would want to be Leader, or Second-n-Command, but I'm guessing she'd have better luck as a Lieutenant-Colonel. Or Major. Could you please tell me what ranks are open for the Darks? ^^;
Personality: She, is the ultimate evil. Merciless killings, heart of ice, ambition. Spirit will kill without hesitation, she does not feel for the ones who die beneath her claws. Extremely skilled in the arts of battling, and even killing silently, she uses these skills to get to the top, power being her only goal. And she will not let anything get in her way. Fearless in battle, sometimes the ghosts of her victims come back to her in dreams, but she feels no guilt. All her emotions have been tainted with the scent of blood. When fighting, she gets Bloodlust, her empty pupils turn a misted red, and it is like she is possessed, craving for the scent, of blood.
Appearance: A dark grey pelt with lighter patches here and there. Her muzzle is white, leading up to her forehead before fading into the misted grey of her thick fur. Abnormally long ivory claws and short-ish legs mean she is swift and quick in battle, but cannot run very quickly. Her eyes are black as midnight, but without the moon or the stars. They are normally blank or empty, showing no emotion whatsoever. Well, not like she has any.
Picture: -pokes siggy-
IC: Spirit exploded. XD Lol, joking. Here it is:
She licked her blood stained muzzle, the thick liquid weaving, spreading across her pure white maw fur. Spirit growled, the dark misted pupils tainted red with her deadly Bloodlust, something she had found as a pup, as she circled the fox, eyes fixed on it's body. Springing forward, she leapt onto her opponent's back, digging her long fangs into it's spinal cord before propelling herself away, at the same time digging her claws into it's flank. The opposing fox turned, growling, but she could see the weakening in it's eyes, the growing presence of death in it's veins. Spirit shook her long fur, little pieces of snow falling onto the blood stained ground, disappearing away. She leapt once again, falling onto it's back where she bit the neck, her eyes a blazing red. The fox's body struggled before it gradually went limp, falling onto the red snow. Bringing her pink tongue over her muzzle, she smiled at the blood, her eyes slowly turning back to their hollow obsidian black colour. Yet the hint of blood still hid behind those misted walls.
ooc
Was that okay? =O
Age:
Breed: Arctic Fox
Gender: Female
Alliance: Dark
Desired Rank: She would want to be Leader, or Second-n-Command, but I'm guessing she'd have better luck as a Lieutenant-Colonel. Or Major. Could you please tell me what ranks are open for the Darks? ^^;
Personality: She, is the ultimate evil. Merciless killings, heart of ice, ambition. Spirit will kill without hesitation, she does not feel for the ones who die beneath her claws. Extremely skilled in the arts of battling, and even killing silently, she uses these skills to get to the top, power being her only goal. And she will not let anything get in her way. Fearless in battle, sometimes the ghosts of her victims come back to her in dreams, but she feels no guilt. All her emotions have been tainted with the scent of blood. When fighting, she gets Bloodlust, her empty pupils turn a misted red, and it is like she is possessed, craving for the scent, of blood.
Appearance: A dark grey pelt with lighter patches here and there. Her muzzle is white, leading up to her forehead before fading into the misted grey of her thick fur. Abnormally long ivory claws and short-ish legs mean she is swift and quick in battle, but cannot run very quickly. Her eyes are black as midnight, but without the moon or the stars. They are normally blank or empty, showing no emotion whatsoever. Well, not like she has any.
Picture: -pokes siggy-
IC: Spirit exploded. XD Lol, joking. Here it is:
She licked her blood stained muzzle, the thick liquid weaving, spreading across her pure white maw fur. Spirit growled, the dark misted pupils tainted red with her deadly Bloodlust, something she had found as a pup, as she circled the fox, eyes fixed on it's body. Springing forward, she leapt onto her opponent's back, digging her long fangs into it's spinal cord before propelling herself away, at the same time digging her claws into it's flank. The opposing fox turned, growling, but she could see the weakening in it's eyes, the growing presence of death in it's veins. Spirit shook her long fur, little pieces of snow falling onto the blood stained ground, disappearing away. She leapt once again, falling onto it's back where she bit the neck, her eyes a blazing red. The fox's body struggled before it gradually went limp, falling onto the red snow. Bringing her pink tongue over her muzzle, she smiled at the blood, her eyes slowly turning back to their hollow obsidian black colour. Yet the hint of blood still hid behind those misted walls.
ooc
Was that okay? =O
I love your siggies, by the way.
