Post by Kicolin's Family Group on Apr 12, 2007 19:19:19 GMT -5
Character’s name: Kicolin
Age: 5 years
Breed: Dingo
Gender: Male
Alliance: Light
Desired Rank: We’ll see.
Personality: Kicolin was pretty unsociable until the demands of family leader called him to adjust. He comes off as a distant friendly, not cold but clouded judgment couldn’t tell the difference. A calculating mind, Kicolin knows when he needs to be defensive and when such actions would cause unnecessary tension. Whenever possible, he’ll enjoy the scenery. No doubt his family is the heartbeat of his world; it shows in most of his actions.
Appearance: Ginger colored fur, not uniform but not varying much in shades either. A fairly tough build, not your lean and mean type. Nothing distinguishes him much from others of his species- no scars, disabilities, harsh features, and odd markings.
History: Kicolin grew up faster than the rest of his litter. He wasn’t bigger or stronger physically, but mentally he was ready for the world. They grew up far enough west to be isolated from the war going on primarily between the foxes and wolves. There was plenty of space out there that remained normal in nature’s standards. Around his second year, Kicolin grew fond of Grnali and became partners. They had a fairly healthy litter in the third year. Four grew capable of fending on their own, though Wnxiata was too attached to her parents to leave. Word spread about the balance of things starting to tip towards the darks. Kicolin knew the results of them winning things would affect nature itself. It wouldn’t affect him during his lifetime, but his offspring would feel it and then theirs. With that in mind, he led his family to do something about it.
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Character’s name: Grnali
Age: 5 years
Breed: Dingo
Gender: Female
Alliance: Light
Desired Rank: We’ll see.
Personality: Grnali is that sweet, good natured mother that we all wished we had (or thankful we do). She’s optimistic and loving, but not so fun going that it seems childish. She’ll keep up with her daughter but with a protective leaning. Like any mother though, she’ll tear the world a new one if it even appears to be going after her children. As viscous in her protection as she is loving, Grnali is that she-wolf you wary of if intentions are questionable.
Appearance: White fur that isn’t the purest of shades but close enough to still appear angelic in the right light. She has an average build, considered the “next door girl” look in the canine world. A friendly smile frequents her face and an aura of compassion surrounds her unless things are somewhat out of place.
History: Grnali wasn’t born in the best of circumstances. Her mother was part of a group when she produced her litter. The dominant female was like many before her, jealousy and suspicion of the other females led her to kill off the litter, all but Grnali. Why she spared the little one, no one really knows. But that didn’t put her in the leader’s graces. The group looked at her differently. If she had known better, she would have felt hurt and shunned. Grnali didn’t walk life that way though. She absorbed whatever affection was graced her and poured it out thrice fold. The group eventually looked past their initial callousness and accepted her as the affectionate addition that they needed. Around two years of age, she came across Kicolin and their story began shortly after. They produced a healthy litter of four after one year together. She loved those pups almost to death, almost pushing the males away due to their need for independence. Her daughter, Wnxiata, couldn’t get enough and stayed with them. Her playfulness was a much appreciated trait for the two parents.
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Character’s name: Wnxiata
Age: 2 years
Breed: Dingo
Gender: Female
Alliance: Light
Desired Rank: We’ll see.
Personality: Wnxiata is a wildcard. She’s playful and friendly most of the time, but randomly goes into hissy fits or bits of depression. Hostility isn’t a rare thing for her either. Call it rubbing the wrong way, time of the month, the phase of the moon, or whatever you want- Wnxiata can be “odd”. But again, overall she’s a great friend to have.
Appearance: Light ginger fur, almost sandy with white underbelly and legs. She has an average build much like her mother. Someday it’ll draw attention like her mother’s does.
History: Wnxiata couldn’t live without her mother’s affection. It may be pointed out that she takes her father’s love and protection for granted, but she knows it deep down. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the rough housing with her three brothers, probably due to them ganging up on her. Wnxiata learned to enjoy the games though, and now loves to tussle as long as it stays innocent enough. Her oldest brother hurt her quite bad when she bruised his ego once. The memory has scarred her somewhat and perhaps the reason behind her haphazard moments.
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IC: (guess this could be like their introduction. Copy + Paste here we come) The air was dry and the sky was that light blue where it seemed to melt with the clouds. The journey had been long, but they were survivors. The dominant male was wise and capable of taking care of his family group. His mate was lying down and licking over their daughter who completed the group. She had three brothers somewhere out in the world, but they kept to themselves. The father stood looking from where they came. “Things just won’t be the same, Love. Are we crazy for leaving a providing home to walk into new lands during winter? Even for the right reasons?”
Grnali didn’t pause in her adoring and somewhat bathing of Wnxiata to reply to her mate. She spoke between licks. “I’ve never *lick* known you to be *lick* crazy, Kicolin.” She looked at him lovingly for a moment. “You wouldn’t allow your family to follow death’s tail. We’ve gotten by on little before, and surely the lands aren’t barren if they are to provide enough for a war to carry on.” She turned her attention back to her daughter. “Besides, *lick* crazy may be *lick* a good look on you.”
That got her the desired effect as Kicolin nuzzled the two before settling down for rest.
Age: 5 years
Breed: Dingo
Gender: Male
Alliance: Light
Desired Rank: We’ll see.
Personality: Kicolin was pretty unsociable until the demands of family leader called him to adjust. He comes off as a distant friendly, not cold but clouded judgment couldn’t tell the difference. A calculating mind, Kicolin knows when he needs to be defensive and when such actions would cause unnecessary tension. Whenever possible, he’ll enjoy the scenery. No doubt his family is the heartbeat of his world; it shows in most of his actions.
Appearance: Ginger colored fur, not uniform but not varying much in shades either. A fairly tough build, not your lean and mean type. Nothing distinguishes him much from others of his species- no scars, disabilities, harsh features, and odd markings.
History: Kicolin grew up faster than the rest of his litter. He wasn’t bigger or stronger physically, but mentally he was ready for the world. They grew up far enough west to be isolated from the war going on primarily between the foxes and wolves. There was plenty of space out there that remained normal in nature’s standards. Around his second year, Kicolin grew fond of Grnali and became partners. They had a fairly healthy litter in the third year. Four grew capable of fending on their own, though Wnxiata was too attached to her parents to leave. Word spread about the balance of things starting to tip towards the darks. Kicolin knew the results of them winning things would affect nature itself. It wouldn’t affect him during his lifetime, but his offspring would feel it and then theirs. With that in mind, he led his family to do something about it.
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Character’s name: Grnali
Age: 5 years
Breed: Dingo
Gender: Female
Alliance: Light
Desired Rank: We’ll see.
Personality: Grnali is that sweet, good natured mother that we all wished we had (or thankful we do). She’s optimistic and loving, but not so fun going that it seems childish. She’ll keep up with her daughter but with a protective leaning. Like any mother though, she’ll tear the world a new one if it even appears to be going after her children. As viscous in her protection as she is loving, Grnali is that she-wolf you wary of if intentions are questionable.
Appearance: White fur that isn’t the purest of shades but close enough to still appear angelic in the right light. She has an average build, considered the “next door girl” look in the canine world. A friendly smile frequents her face and an aura of compassion surrounds her unless things are somewhat out of place.
History: Grnali wasn’t born in the best of circumstances. Her mother was part of a group when she produced her litter. The dominant female was like many before her, jealousy and suspicion of the other females led her to kill off the litter, all but Grnali. Why she spared the little one, no one really knows. But that didn’t put her in the leader’s graces. The group looked at her differently. If she had known better, she would have felt hurt and shunned. Grnali didn’t walk life that way though. She absorbed whatever affection was graced her and poured it out thrice fold. The group eventually looked past their initial callousness and accepted her as the affectionate addition that they needed. Around two years of age, she came across Kicolin and their story began shortly after. They produced a healthy litter of four after one year together. She loved those pups almost to death, almost pushing the males away due to their need for independence. Her daughter, Wnxiata, couldn’t get enough and stayed with them. Her playfulness was a much appreciated trait for the two parents.
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Character’s name: Wnxiata
Age: 2 years
Breed: Dingo
Gender: Female
Alliance: Light
Desired Rank: We’ll see.
Personality: Wnxiata is a wildcard. She’s playful and friendly most of the time, but randomly goes into hissy fits or bits of depression. Hostility isn’t a rare thing for her either. Call it rubbing the wrong way, time of the month, the phase of the moon, or whatever you want- Wnxiata can be “odd”. But again, overall she’s a great friend to have.
Appearance: Light ginger fur, almost sandy with white underbelly and legs. She has an average build much like her mother. Someday it’ll draw attention like her mother’s does.
History: Wnxiata couldn’t live without her mother’s affection. It may be pointed out that she takes her father’s love and protection for granted, but she knows it deep down. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the rough housing with her three brothers, probably due to them ganging up on her. Wnxiata learned to enjoy the games though, and now loves to tussle as long as it stays innocent enough. Her oldest brother hurt her quite bad when she bruised his ego once. The memory has scarred her somewhat and perhaps the reason behind her haphazard moments.
Picture:
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IC: (guess this could be like their introduction. Copy + Paste here we come) The air was dry and the sky was that light blue where it seemed to melt with the clouds. The journey had been long, but they were survivors. The dominant male was wise and capable of taking care of his family group. His mate was lying down and licking over their daughter who completed the group. She had three brothers somewhere out in the world, but they kept to themselves. The father stood looking from where they came. “Things just won’t be the same, Love. Are we crazy for leaving a providing home to walk into new lands during winter? Even for the right reasons?”
Grnali didn’t pause in her adoring and somewhat bathing of Wnxiata to reply to her mate. She spoke between licks. “I’ve never *lick* known you to be *lick* crazy, Kicolin.” She looked at him lovingly for a moment. “You wouldn’t allow your family to follow death’s tail. We’ve gotten by on little before, and surely the lands aren’t barren if they are to provide enough for a war to carry on.” She turned her attention back to her daughter. “Besides, *lick* crazy may be *lick* a good look on you.”
That got her the desired effect as Kicolin nuzzled the two before settling down for rest.
