Post by Taylor(: on Apr 6, 2007 10:49:24 GMT -5
Character’s name: Vaeryon Swift.
Gender: Female.
Alliance: Dark.
Desired Position: Spy/Scout.
Personality: This vixen is very curious, being a fox and all. She loves to run around and scurry up trees. Even though she has a pupish character, she is loyal to her elders and very respectful. She may be a bit wild, but knows how to control herself. She is usually kind and strng-hearted, using wit over all.
Appearance: A silver-black coat with a lovely thick tail that is white tipped. A darkened muzzle with a slight marking as it spreads upon her face. Black ears, as well as her legs. Darkened green orbs, curious wandering about the earth. The black on her fur is moreso a smokey gray, rather than a pitch black.
History: This slender figure was born in the Valley of Trasheron. She Was raised in a family of 4 siblings, as well as a mother and father. She soon found herself growing larger than the rest of her litter, being the largest out of the family. It may not appear so, but she was. As she grew, she play fought moreso than before, usually leaving her brother or sister injured at the end. She never made on of them bleed, but practically killed her father over love.
She found a lovely, respectful, handsom male in the forest and her father wouldn't have her anything to do wth him. Vaeryon's father tried to explain himself of his decision, but she broke out on him and fiercely attacked. He only could fight back, and doing so, Vaeryon tried harder. She was a tad bit shorter than her father, but held many of his features.
In this fight, the feel farther behind in an bond they once had. She scared him badly, and ruined her feelings with the male she was 'fighting' for. He found her to cold and dark to even go to an extant to hurt a family member. Slipping away into life, she lost her love, blaiming it upon her father.
All she could do was leave. So in doing this, she came across word of 'war' and first thought of joining. She had nothing better to do and set herself in the army of mixed breeds; wolves, foxes, etc. Now she just waits for the terror to begin, regreting her choices and having second thoughts of the war...
Picture:
IC: Padding along slowly, black dainty mitts kissed the earth faintly. The tassel belonging to the figure danced about much like a flame upon a candle. Green orbs looked about curiously, auds flattened to meet its skull.
It was a fox, female to be precise. Her white tipped tail lowered at the sound of rustling in a near bush. She lowered her slender build to the earth, looking ahead. Blending in with the shadows casted from the trees above, she stalked ahead, moving swiftly and silently. Her maw lay shut, eyes blinking when needed.
She smirked, her tail flicking behind her lightly. She growled softly, leaping upwards and into the bush. She yelpped, branches pokeing her sides. She came to stand, jumping from the bush. She landed softly on the ground, curling her tail to her side. Snarling roughly, but not loud, she watched a bunny scurried from within the bush. Vaeryon shook her head, seating herself in the middle of the path.
Gender: Female.
Alliance: Dark.
Desired Position: Spy/Scout.
Personality: This vixen is very curious, being a fox and all. She loves to run around and scurry up trees. Even though she has a pupish character, she is loyal to her elders and very respectful. She may be a bit wild, but knows how to control herself. She is usually kind and strng-hearted, using wit over all.
Appearance: A silver-black coat with a lovely thick tail that is white tipped. A darkened muzzle with a slight marking as it spreads upon her face. Black ears, as well as her legs. Darkened green orbs, curious wandering about the earth. The black on her fur is moreso a smokey gray, rather than a pitch black.
History: This slender figure was born in the Valley of Trasheron. She Was raised in a family of 4 siblings, as well as a mother and father. She soon found herself growing larger than the rest of her litter, being the largest out of the family. It may not appear so, but she was. As she grew, she play fought moreso than before, usually leaving her brother or sister injured at the end. She never made on of them bleed, but practically killed her father over love.
She found a lovely, respectful, handsom male in the forest and her father wouldn't have her anything to do wth him. Vaeryon's father tried to explain himself of his decision, but she broke out on him and fiercely attacked. He only could fight back, and doing so, Vaeryon tried harder. She was a tad bit shorter than her father, but held many of his features.
In this fight, the feel farther behind in an bond they once had. She scared him badly, and ruined her feelings with the male she was 'fighting' for. He found her to cold and dark to even go to an extant to hurt a family member. Slipping away into life, she lost her love, blaiming it upon her father.
All she could do was leave. So in doing this, she came across word of 'war' and first thought of joining. She had nothing better to do and set herself in the army of mixed breeds; wolves, foxes, etc. Now she just waits for the terror to begin, regreting her choices and having second thoughts of the war...
Picture:
IC: Padding along slowly, black dainty mitts kissed the earth faintly. The tassel belonging to the figure danced about much like a flame upon a candle. Green orbs looked about curiously, auds flattened to meet its skull.
It was a fox, female to be precise. Her white tipped tail lowered at the sound of rustling in a near bush. She lowered her slender build to the earth, looking ahead. Blending in with the shadows casted from the trees above, she stalked ahead, moving swiftly and silently. Her maw lay shut, eyes blinking when needed.
She smirked, her tail flicking behind her lightly. She growled softly, leaping upwards and into the bush. She yelpped, branches pokeing her sides. She came to stand, jumping from the bush. She landed softly on the ground, curling her tail to her side. Snarling roughly, but not loud, she watched a bunny scurried from within the bush. Vaeryon shook her head, seating herself in the middle of the path.
It's officially just 'Spy' or 'Assistant Spy' by the way, just wrote the Light in front of that to make it less confusing. Is there another rank you have in mind?