Post by Rain on Oct 25, 2006 13:04:06 GMT -5
Character’s name: Rain
Age: 1 Spring
Breed: Artic Wolf
Gender: Femme
Alliance: Darks
Desired Rank: N/A
Personality: Though occasionally she trys to be kind and accept others for who they are she judges wolven/foxes before she allows herself to know them and she rarely trusts anybody, though it is possible to break her hardened defences, though it can take time. She's patient however, and thinks things through thoroughly.
Appearance: Darkened fur lying only in the ears, her body is covered in a thick plume of white tainted with tan coloured tips. Golden optics bursting beneath white lids.
History: Born into a wolven pack, Rain was regarded hatefully but the alphena. Finding out from her supposed father that he had only adopted her, Rain tried to claim her place as rightful heir to the terrain and when turned down challenged the alphena. Things did not work out well and she ran, forever to be lost.
Picture:
IC: Golden occuli glanced cautiously over the new terrain. Odd scents filled her nasal passage and she wearily continued on, searching out the source of these new scents. It wasn't wolven she caught here, well not all of it anyway. Her tan streaked plume didn't help disguise her well in this light, nor in this place but she shrunk down to moving only slightly, brushing her lower abdomen over the ground in a light attempt of silence, auds perked to the sound of nature calling. This was all too new.
Age: 1 Spring
Breed: Artic Wolf
Gender: Femme
Alliance: Darks
Desired Rank: N/A
Personality: Though occasionally she trys to be kind and accept others for who they are she judges wolven/foxes before she allows herself to know them and she rarely trusts anybody, though it is possible to break her hardened defences, though it can take time. She's patient however, and thinks things through thoroughly.
Appearance: Darkened fur lying only in the ears, her body is covered in a thick plume of white tainted with tan coloured tips. Golden optics bursting beneath white lids.
History: Born into a wolven pack, Rain was regarded hatefully but the alphena. Finding out from her supposed father that he had only adopted her, Rain tried to claim her place as rightful heir to the terrain and when turned down challenged the alphena. Things did not work out well and she ran, forever to be lost.
Picture:
IC: Golden occuli glanced cautiously over the new terrain. Odd scents filled her nasal passage and she wearily continued on, searching out the source of these new scents. It wasn't wolven she caught here, well not all of it anyway. Her tan streaked plume didn't help disguise her well in this light, nor in this place but she shrunk down to moving only slightly, brushing her lower abdomen over the ground in a light attempt of silence, auds perked to the sound of nature calling. This was all too new.
