Post by Endlsa on Feb 5, 2008 14:10:16 GMT -5
Character’s name: Endlsa (It means, 'The End', but don't let that intimidate you 
)
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Alliance: Dark
Desired Position:Commander (she's real good at commanding. XD)
Personality: Endlsa's very sarcastic, sadistic, snarky, and doesn't show much care for anything. She turns her back on most, and keeps to herself, never letting a secret about her, or a part of her past, leave her lips. She can be very rude to anybody, not caring whether it made them depressed or angry. She's quite the fighter, and she'll try to take on any challenge someone gives her, whether it be a dare, or just someone who opposes her. She doesn't hesitate to do something if she wants to do it, even if it challenges her well being, and it seems that she goes headlong into things without thinking, but she actually thinks too much. She sometimes will get lost in thought, and stop speaking for a while. She'll be debating, wondering, choosing, but most of all, planning. Planning to take down any obstacle that's in her way, Planning on how she should get around things if she has to.
She does, however, have a flaw in her armour. It's common, but it's still there, nevertheless. It's that tiny little miracle called love. If someone that she's warmed up to, befriended, or even fallen in love with, gets seriously injured, killed, or worst of all, betrays her, she'll be the most depressed thing you will have probably ever seen. She'll refuse to talk, join in on something, she'll probably even refuse to eat. But that also means she'll refuse to fight, and that'll leave her at her most vulnerable. Whoever's smart that has learned this has tried to hide her and protect her, to keep her safe from harm, but there have been a few...not so bright. Some might say that she's insane, but nobody really knows.
Appearance:
Body build:
She lean and muscular, quite actually, but she's more slender. Built more for speed and stealth. Her back makes a slight curvature inwards, sloping down at the whithers, but instantly leveling at the pelvis. She has a very defined shape, quite distinct. Her legs are long and slender, making her stride longer, but they're sturdy and well built, with the front legs having low elbows ans strong triceps. Her hind legs are a bit shorter than the front ones, making her gait a bit springy, but it's bareley noticeable. Her thighs have sturdy amounts of muscle, and her femur curves inwards. Her paws and ears are a a bit unusually large. Obviously an endurance wolf, wouldn't you say?
Coat/fur:
Her fur is the color of old ash, a noticeably dark gray. The only part of her that is another color is her underbelly, paws, and the tip of her ears, which is white. She also has a very light gray dorsal stripe, but it's hard to notice. Her fur is long and thick, and quite coarse on the back, but the ears are velvety, and the underbelly is quite soft. Not having as much fur on the legs, they are sleek, but there are some feathers below the joints. She has a bristly mane and tail, for the hair is longer and more prickly in those areas.
History: Endlsa's history is kind of sad, but she 'seemingly' got over it. At least, that's what she says.
Endlsa was born into a army of wolves up in the mountains, where they had been thriving for nearly a hundred years, and even then her past wasn't that great. Her mother hated her because of her eyes, they were blue and every other wolf in that army had brown or amber eyes, so her mother named her Endlsa, which was the name commonly used for anything 'evil' in their army. She was treated differently by everybody, except for her father. Her father knew that it was just a genetic defect, and that she wasn't any different from every other wolf, fox, or dog. One day Endlsa was sleeping all alone, and it was snowing hard outside, the chilly wind was blowing into the cave, making her very cold. She finally woke up, and saw her father at the mouth of the cave, waiting for her. She got up and went over to him, and he told her to leave, quickly. She didn't understand, and she asked him if the rest of the army was leaving as well. He shook his head sadly and told her that hunters were coming, to kill all the wolves they could find. She asked him how he knew, and he claimed that he saw them, very close. She thought, and asked him why she was the only was leaving, and he told her that she was special, and that if more wolves left, the hunters would follow their tracks and find them eventually, and that the snow would cover up her tracks. she asked why she had to go and leave everyone else behind and told him that she wanted to stay, but he just shook his head, and nudged her along, until she was out of the army boundaries. Before she went despondently on her way, her father told her one last thing, which she'll probably never forget, because it was so unnatural of him, he told her that everyone is a traitor. She didn't think anything of it until she came back a while later, and her heart nearly stopped at the sight. The scene before her was horrible, everything was a matter of disarray, there was blood everywhere, and the sight was just too unbearable, she ran away without a second thought, and the words of her father came into her mind...everyone is a traitor...and she thought, yeah, everyone's a traitor! They all are! I'm never, ever going to trust anyone, until they prove to me that they aren't....and at that moment, she was most likely driven over the brink of insanity.
Picture:
IC: Endlsa treaded silently upon the faint, overgrown paths. Her paws made no sound as they constantly met with the moss covered forest floor. Her eyes stared intensely through the haze that covered the ground, and her tail swished back and forth continuously like a pendulum. She let out a long, shuddering sigh as her black nose picked up the faint smell of water, and she quickened her pace. The overgrown branches of the towering oaks cast a pale green light upon her gray coat, making it dull. She continued on for a while, and then her acute ears picked up a very familiar sound, the sound of running water. She quickened her pace yet again, now going at a steady lope. Soon the mist cleared enough for her to see a small, shallow stream of water. She brushed through the ferns, and the leaves that bedded the muddy banks muffled the sound of her footsteps. The air around the stream was fresh and crisp, the trees not allowing the faintest bit of Carbon Dyoxide to enter her lungs. She looked into the crystal waters, and laid her ears back in dismay before taking a drink. Although the water was sweet and cold, it was too shallow to provide a decent meal. All that passed through it was small tadpoles, swimming franticly in every direction as soon as her muzzle penetrated the surface. She looked around curiously, her blue eyes only missing what the mist concealed. She closed her eyes for a moment, and focused her attention only on what she could hear. She sat there for a minute or two, as still and quiet as a statue. (Not my best, i'm sorry, but I don't feel so good right now)
Hi, my name is Ferok
I'm 4
I'm a male,
and I gladly work with the light.
Ummmm...Gee, I wonder, what should I be? I'm a Siberian Husky...oh, sorry! I guess the breed of dog I am is irrelevant information...Ummm...I'm not sure. Maybe you should read more about me, then you can decide for me?
Everybody says that i'm timid...afraid...and any other word that fits under those two categories. But I don't think so! I think that i'm persistant, preseverent, friendly, hardworking, intelligent, weird, interesting, wise, depressing, pityful, rising, thoughtful, and since I have Dimensia, insane. I'm fool-proof too! Don't go about spreading lies to me, I know a forked tongue when I see one, and I won't hesitate to fight! Unless, of course, you're bigger stronger, scarier...then i'll probably run away before you can say, bring it on. So I guess I AM a bit timid, but remeber, I have dimensia! If you somehow set me off, I'll probably try to rip you to shreds, whether you're as mighty as a lion, or as weak as a mouse, I swear i'll do it! And don't think that you can try to coax me outta it, it's impossible to stop.
Hmmm...what I look like? Well, I have white legs, a white underbelly, and most of my body is white, But I have this splash of faded grayish-black on my back, and I have very light brown eyes. I'm lean and muscular, with a straight back and a broad chest and legs. I look very dominant, but beleive me, i'm not. A lot of Siberian Huskies have that little curly thing in their tail, but I don't, I guess I just have a lot of wolf in me. =3
My history...I really don't want to talk about it...but I guess I have to. It's just -sniff- kind of depressing.
Well, I was part of a sled dog team up in the north, I swear, we were probably the best. We had won so many races and...yeah, we just did really good. I was up in front with one of the other dogs. I think her name was Drane, but she was really nice to me. Always giving me advice on how to do things correctly, I don't know what I would've done without her. Well, we were running a race, and suddenly, something in my mind just snapped. I attacked Drane, without thinking, and I gave her a nasty wound. My owner was sure I had dimensia, because I had started attacking random things often, I had almost attacked him once. Drane forgave me, quick as that as soon as I came home from the vet, because I told her that the vet claimed I had dimensia. I really wish she didn't though, I don't deserve it...it was all my fault...everything was probably my fault. Well, anyways, I was sure that my ownerwas going to shoot me, I really wish he did, it would've been so much better for me, but instead he loaded me into his truck, and drove me away. He drove me out to some unknown forest where it was cold, much colder than it had ever been where I used to live. Yet there was just frost, coating everything around me was coated in thick layers of frost and ice. I didn't like it one bit, but my owner didn't seem to notice. He started to walk towards his car, and I walked after him. He told me to stay. I didn't understand...I tilted my head and sat, and he drove away. I waited there, cold, lonely, and hungry for three days before I finally knew he had left me, and that he wasn't coming back. I still remained there, but this time as suicide, just waiting for myself to die. Just as I felt so weak that I might drop dead at any moment, a female wolf approached me, she looked terrifying and menacing, and told me that I was in the land of the dark. She told me that she would slaughter me if I refused to join her side, and I went with her. I stayed with her for a week, and she nutured me and made me healthy again. I was grateful to her for helping me, but I knew that I couldn't join alliances with the dark, so while she was sleeping one night, I fled, and traveled for days, living off of what I could. Some instinct drove me South, and in a last fitful effort I made it over to the territory of the light. Hopefully I will remain here forever more.
Oh, didn't I tell you what I looked like? Whatever, if you really want a picture of me, here you go:
Erm...i'm not the best writer, but here you go:
Ferok gasped sharply as his eyes flicked open, his breathing was laboured, and he felt hot and groggy. He was sure that it was merley a nightmare, but he could not grasp the flicker of memory that lay imbedded firmly in his skull. He shook his head, whining as the fluid in his ears swirled around, and he became dizzy, he apparently had a headache as well. With fitful effort, he hauled himself up, his legs wobbling as if he was newly born. His tail curved in between his hind legs as he wearily climbed down from the large flat rock he had been resting on the night before, and he slowly hauled himself over the soft grass to a small stream that wove its way through the small clearing, and collapsed on it's soggy banks. He glanced at his disorted reflection in the water breifly before intaking large gulps of water, the refreshing liquid trickling down his throat. His reflection in the natural mirror looked untidy, and the face that stared back at him looked tired. He splashed at the reflection with his paw, and it became even more disorted then before as the ripples ran over the image. He sighed and got up, walking away silently into the woods, where anything could await him. (Sorry, it's short D=)
)Age: 7
Gender: Female
Alliance: Dark
Desired Position:Commander (she's real good at commanding. XD)
Personality: Endlsa's very sarcastic, sadistic, snarky, and doesn't show much care for anything. She turns her back on most, and keeps to herself, never letting a secret about her, or a part of her past, leave her lips. She can be very rude to anybody, not caring whether it made them depressed or angry. She's quite the fighter, and she'll try to take on any challenge someone gives her, whether it be a dare, or just someone who opposes her. She doesn't hesitate to do something if she wants to do it, even if it challenges her well being, and it seems that she goes headlong into things without thinking, but she actually thinks too much. She sometimes will get lost in thought, and stop speaking for a while. She'll be debating, wondering, choosing, but most of all, planning. Planning to take down any obstacle that's in her way, Planning on how she should get around things if she has to.
She does, however, have a flaw in her armour. It's common, but it's still there, nevertheless. It's that tiny little miracle called love. If someone that she's warmed up to, befriended, or even fallen in love with, gets seriously injured, killed, or worst of all, betrays her, she'll be the most depressed thing you will have probably ever seen. She'll refuse to talk, join in on something, she'll probably even refuse to eat. But that also means she'll refuse to fight, and that'll leave her at her most vulnerable. Whoever's smart that has learned this has tried to hide her and protect her, to keep her safe from harm, but there have been a few...not so bright. Some might say that she's insane, but nobody really knows.
Appearance:
Body build:
She lean and muscular, quite actually, but she's more slender. Built more for speed and stealth. Her back makes a slight curvature inwards, sloping down at the whithers, but instantly leveling at the pelvis. She has a very defined shape, quite distinct. Her legs are long and slender, making her stride longer, but they're sturdy and well built, with the front legs having low elbows ans strong triceps. Her hind legs are a bit shorter than the front ones, making her gait a bit springy, but it's bareley noticeable. Her thighs have sturdy amounts of muscle, and her femur curves inwards. Her paws and ears are a a bit unusually large. Obviously an endurance wolf, wouldn't you say?
Coat/fur:
Her fur is the color of old ash, a noticeably dark gray. The only part of her that is another color is her underbelly, paws, and the tip of her ears, which is white. She also has a very light gray dorsal stripe, but it's hard to notice. Her fur is long and thick, and quite coarse on the back, but the ears are velvety, and the underbelly is quite soft. Not having as much fur on the legs, they are sleek, but there are some feathers below the joints. She has a bristly mane and tail, for the hair is longer and more prickly in those areas.
History: Endlsa's history is kind of sad, but she 'seemingly' got over it. At least, that's what she says.
Endlsa was born into a army of wolves up in the mountains, where they had been thriving for nearly a hundred years, and even then her past wasn't that great. Her mother hated her because of her eyes, they were blue and every other wolf in that army had brown or amber eyes, so her mother named her Endlsa, which was the name commonly used for anything 'evil' in their army. She was treated differently by everybody, except for her father. Her father knew that it was just a genetic defect, and that she wasn't any different from every other wolf, fox, or dog. One day Endlsa was sleeping all alone, and it was snowing hard outside, the chilly wind was blowing into the cave, making her very cold. She finally woke up, and saw her father at the mouth of the cave, waiting for her. She got up and went over to him, and he told her to leave, quickly. She didn't understand, and she asked him if the rest of the army was leaving as well. He shook his head sadly and told her that hunters were coming, to kill all the wolves they could find. She asked him how he knew, and he claimed that he saw them, very close. She thought, and asked him why she was the only was leaving, and he told her that she was special, and that if more wolves left, the hunters would follow their tracks and find them eventually, and that the snow would cover up her tracks. she asked why she had to go and leave everyone else behind and told him that she wanted to stay, but he just shook his head, and nudged her along, until she was out of the army boundaries. Before she went despondently on her way, her father told her one last thing, which she'll probably never forget, because it was so unnatural of him, he told her that everyone is a traitor. She didn't think anything of it until she came back a while later, and her heart nearly stopped at the sight. The scene before her was horrible, everything was a matter of disarray, there was blood everywhere, and the sight was just too unbearable, she ran away without a second thought, and the words of her father came into her mind...everyone is a traitor...and she thought, yeah, everyone's a traitor! They all are! I'm never, ever going to trust anyone, until they prove to me that they aren't....and at that moment, she was most likely driven over the brink of insanity.
Picture:
IC: Endlsa treaded silently upon the faint, overgrown paths. Her paws made no sound as they constantly met with the moss covered forest floor. Her eyes stared intensely through the haze that covered the ground, and her tail swished back and forth continuously like a pendulum. She let out a long, shuddering sigh as her black nose picked up the faint smell of water, and she quickened her pace. The overgrown branches of the towering oaks cast a pale green light upon her gray coat, making it dull. She continued on for a while, and then her acute ears picked up a very familiar sound, the sound of running water. She quickened her pace yet again, now going at a steady lope. Soon the mist cleared enough for her to see a small, shallow stream of water. She brushed through the ferns, and the leaves that bedded the muddy banks muffled the sound of her footsteps. The air around the stream was fresh and crisp, the trees not allowing the faintest bit of Carbon Dyoxide to enter her lungs. She looked into the crystal waters, and laid her ears back in dismay before taking a drink. Although the water was sweet and cold, it was too shallow to provide a decent meal. All that passed through it was small tadpoles, swimming franticly in every direction as soon as her muzzle penetrated the surface. She looked around curiously, her blue eyes only missing what the mist concealed. She closed her eyes for a moment, and focused her attention only on what she could hear. She sat there for a minute or two, as still and quiet as a statue. (Not my best, i'm sorry, but I don't feel so good right now)
Hi, my name is Ferok
I'm 4
I'm a male,
and I gladly work with the light.
Ummmm...Gee, I wonder, what should I be? I'm a Siberian Husky...oh, sorry! I guess the breed of dog I am is irrelevant information...Ummm...I'm not sure. Maybe you should read more about me, then you can decide for me?
Everybody says that i'm timid...afraid...and any other word that fits under those two categories. But I don't think so! I think that i'm persistant, preseverent, friendly, hardworking, intelligent, weird, interesting, wise, depressing, pityful, rising, thoughtful, and since I have Dimensia, insane. I'm fool-proof too! Don't go about spreading lies to me, I know a forked tongue when I see one, and I won't hesitate to fight! Unless, of course, you're bigger stronger, scarier...then i'll probably run away before you can say, bring it on. So I guess I AM a bit timid, but remeber, I have dimensia! If you somehow set me off, I'll probably try to rip you to shreds, whether you're as mighty as a lion, or as weak as a mouse, I swear i'll do it! And don't think that you can try to coax me outta it, it's impossible to stop.
Hmmm...what I look like? Well, I have white legs, a white underbelly, and most of my body is white, But I have this splash of faded grayish-black on my back, and I have very light brown eyes. I'm lean and muscular, with a straight back and a broad chest and legs. I look very dominant, but beleive me, i'm not. A lot of Siberian Huskies have that little curly thing in their tail, but I don't, I guess I just have a lot of wolf in me. =3
My history...I really don't want to talk about it...but I guess I have to. It's just -sniff- kind of depressing.
Well, I was part of a sled dog team up in the north, I swear, we were probably the best. We had won so many races and...yeah, we just did really good. I was up in front with one of the other dogs. I think her name was Drane, but she was really nice to me. Always giving me advice on how to do things correctly, I don't know what I would've done without her. Well, we were running a race, and suddenly, something in my mind just snapped. I attacked Drane, without thinking, and I gave her a nasty wound. My owner was sure I had dimensia, because I had started attacking random things often, I had almost attacked him once. Drane forgave me, quick as that as soon as I came home from the vet, because I told her that the vet claimed I had dimensia. I really wish she didn't though, I don't deserve it...it was all my fault...everything was probably my fault. Well, anyways, I was sure that my ownerwas going to shoot me, I really wish he did, it would've been so much better for me, but instead he loaded me into his truck, and drove me away. He drove me out to some unknown forest where it was cold, much colder than it had ever been where I used to live. Yet there was just frost, coating everything around me was coated in thick layers of frost and ice. I didn't like it one bit, but my owner didn't seem to notice. He started to walk towards his car, and I walked after him. He told me to stay. I didn't understand...I tilted my head and sat, and he drove away. I waited there, cold, lonely, and hungry for three days before I finally knew he had left me, and that he wasn't coming back. I still remained there, but this time as suicide, just waiting for myself to die. Just as I felt so weak that I might drop dead at any moment, a female wolf approached me, she looked terrifying and menacing, and told me that I was in the land of the dark. She told me that she would slaughter me if I refused to join her side, and I went with her. I stayed with her for a week, and she nutured me and made me healthy again. I was grateful to her for helping me, but I knew that I couldn't join alliances with the dark, so while she was sleeping one night, I fled, and traveled for days, living off of what I could. Some instinct drove me South, and in a last fitful effort I made it over to the territory of the light. Hopefully I will remain here forever more.
Oh, didn't I tell you what I looked like? Whatever, if you really want a picture of me, here you go:
Erm...i'm not the best writer, but here you go:
Ferok gasped sharply as his eyes flicked open, his breathing was laboured, and he felt hot and groggy. He was sure that it was merley a nightmare, but he could not grasp the flicker of memory that lay imbedded firmly in his skull. He shook his head, whining as the fluid in his ears swirled around, and he became dizzy, he apparently had a headache as well. With fitful effort, he hauled himself up, his legs wobbling as if he was newly born. His tail curved in between his hind legs as he wearily climbed down from the large flat rock he had been resting on the night before, and he slowly hauled himself over the soft grass to a small stream that wove its way through the small clearing, and collapsed on it's soggy banks. He glanced at his disorted reflection in the water breifly before intaking large gulps of water, the refreshing liquid trickling down his throat. His reflection in the natural mirror looked untidy, and the face that stared back at him looked tired. He splashed at the reflection with his paw, and it became even more disorted then before as the ripples ran over the image. He sighed and got up, walking away silently into the woods, where anything could await him. (Sorry, it's short D=)
