Post by "FANTASiA" on Jul 17, 2007 9:03:01 GMT -5
Character’s name: Tequila
Age: 3
Breed: Saluki. Born and raised feral.
Gender: Female
Alliance: Light
Desired Position: Trainer! –nudges Light-
Personality: Tequila is not your average sissy-girl. Tough and hard, she is quick to bark orders, attack the enemy, and correct your mistakes. Yet she is, like most salukis, sensitive in heart, and is prone to guilt. Her slim muzzle a mask of sternness, she will not show you what she feels in her heart until she feels necessary. Being blind in one eye has not hampered her in the least, on the contrary, it has heightened her other senses. Should she train, as she has done before, in the Middle East; her origin, she will not be the absolute, encouraging type. You have to earn her approval.
Oh, yes, and her English is not one hunred per cent. Look out, because she may leave out a word her or there, or swear in a different (yet unknown) language.
Appearance: A tri-colour saluki of deepest black, a rusty-autumn chestnut and pale cream, Tequila, like most salukis has thin, fine and delicate fur, except the feathers on the back of her legs and ears and tail. Her long, thin muzzle tapers elegantly to a point, shown as a small, dark nose. Tequila has long, elegant legs and paws, suitable for running long distances. Her left eye is pure white, a stark contrast to the camouflaged colours of her pelt. This is because she is blind in one eye, as in the Middle East, before she began the journey, her father had attempted to kill his litter, raking his teeth down her face.
Tequila’s expression looks into the distance: the look of a faraway dreamer, yet she is alert, cunningly often fooling the enemy.
History: Born in the deserts of North Africa and South West Asia, Tequila was raised in secret to the age of two months. Her mother had found out about her father’s unstableness: it was a new disease that broke out in the sandy-lands. He had apparently been infected with a tiny parasite, causing blood-rage: his eyelids flew wide open over his skull, exposing red veins that shattered his usually kind personality. Sadly, they were found, Tequila’s four brothers being killed instantly. Tequila’s mother was badly injured by her father before the blood-rage subsided a little, and she grabbed baby Tequila and left immediately.
Tequila and her mother spent months, a year, even, tralleling in secret, searching for safety. Yet the saluki is highly valued in the Middle East. Finally, in the cold winter, Tequila’s mother died of her septic injury, and lack of food. They had come as far as the FoxHoles. Burning with sadness, Tequila did what her mother had learnt of her father’s wish (before he became insane), join an army, fight for the good of all, and never, ever give up.
Picture:
IC: –is tired from writing the history-
From the raid her father made on her mothers and brothers:
Dust billowed and flew, swishing this way and that, into Tequila’s eyes, hampering her sight. Her tiny pink mouth open pitifully, calling in a squeaky voice. But that voice was not heard over others: her brothers’ screaming, her mother’s wailing of despair, growling, yelling, scratching, and earth caving in. Ivory teeth flew past her nose, followed by a wispy cream tail. The dust still hadn’t subsided. In absolute terror, Tequila backed away, away from the noise, the scuffle, the fear. Bile rose into her mouth as on of her brothers’ calls was cut off abruptly. Her body trembled, her eyes probed the darkness. Her father was here- even being as young as she was; she knew her mother’s distress. She could, even now, feel the stress and panic rise through the smog.
Age: 3
Breed: Saluki. Born and raised feral.
Gender: Female
Alliance: Light
Desired Position: Trainer! –nudges Light-
Personality: Tequila is not your average sissy-girl. Tough and hard, she is quick to bark orders, attack the enemy, and correct your mistakes. Yet she is, like most salukis, sensitive in heart, and is prone to guilt. Her slim muzzle a mask of sternness, she will not show you what she feels in her heart until she feels necessary. Being blind in one eye has not hampered her in the least, on the contrary, it has heightened her other senses. Should she train, as she has done before, in the Middle East; her origin, she will not be the absolute, encouraging type. You have to earn her approval.
Oh, yes, and her English is not one hunred per cent. Look out, because she may leave out a word her or there, or swear in a different (yet unknown) language.
Appearance: A tri-colour saluki of deepest black, a rusty-autumn chestnut and pale cream, Tequila, like most salukis has thin, fine and delicate fur, except the feathers on the back of her legs and ears and tail. Her long, thin muzzle tapers elegantly to a point, shown as a small, dark nose. Tequila has long, elegant legs and paws, suitable for running long distances. Her left eye is pure white, a stark contrast to the camouflaged colours of her pelt. This is because she is blind in one eye, as in the Middle East, before she began the journey, her father had attempted to kill his litter, raking his teeth down her face.
Tequila’s expression looks into the distance: the look of a faraway dreamer, yet she is alert, cunningly often fooling the enemy.
History: Born in the deserts of North Africa and South West Asia, Tequila was raised in secret to the age of two months. Her mother had found out about her father’s unstableness: it was a new disease that broke out in the sandy-lands. He had apparently been infected with a tiny parasite, causing blood-rage: his eyelids flew wide open over his skull, exposing red veins that shattered his usually kind personality. Sadly, they were found, Tequila’s four brothers being killed instantly. Tequila’s mother was badly injured by her father before the blood-rage subsided a little, and she grabbed baby Tequila and left immediately.
Tequila and her mother spent months, a year, even, tralleling in secret, searching for safety. Yet the saluki is highly valued in the Middle East. Finally, in the cold winter, Tequila’s mother died of her septic injury, and lack of food. They had come as far as the FoxHoles. Burning with sadness, Tequila did what her mother had learnt of her father’s wish (before he became insane), join an army, fight for the good of all, and never, ever give up.
Picture:
IC: –is tired from writing the history-
From the raid her father made on her mothers and brothers:
Dust billowed and flew, swishing this way and that, into Tequila’s eyes, hampering her sight. Her tiny pink mouth open pitifully, calling in a squeaky voice. But that voice was not heard over others: her brothers’ screaming, her mother’s wailing of despair, growling, yelling, scratching, and earth caving in. Ivory teeth flew past her nose, followed by a wispy cream tail. The dust still hadn’t subsided. In absolute terror, Tequila backed away, away from the noise, the scuffle, the fear. Bile rose into her mouth as on of her brothers’ calls was cut off abruptly. Her body trembled, her eyes probed the darkness. Her father was here- even being as young as she was; she knew her mother’s distress. She could, even now, feel the stress and panic rise through the smog.
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