Post by snowflake on Aug 22, 2008 17:16:23 GMT -5
Character’s name: Snowflake
Age: 6 months (yes she is just a kit)
Breed: Arctic Fox
Gender: Female
Alliance: Light
Desired Position: Private....?
Personality: Snowflake is shy, softspoken, innocent, naive, and serious. She is more of a listener than a speaker, usually only speaking when spoken to, except when she has questions. She has no memory of most of her life, caused by a previous trauma. Because of her small size she can get into places others can't and hide, watching her surroundings. Not being very strong, she tries to avoid fighting if at all possible.
Appearance: She is white/grey-silver, with black legs, ears, and tail, as though they were stained. Her eyes are blood red, giving her a slightly sinister look. Beneath her eyes are black blotches making her appear as if she has four eyes. Being a kit, she is small, and lack of decent food has made her scrawny.
History: Born into a small family of Darks on the outskirts of the territory, she led a mostly uneventful life until the age of 6 months. A small unit of Lights invaded her den and killed her parents. She saw the killing with her own eyes and became traumatized, and ran from the den as fast as her legs could carry her, and didn't stop for a break even after several days. Eventually she pushed herself to the limits mentally and physically, and collapsed, deep in the heart of Light territory. When she awakened, she had no memory of anything, except her name.
Picture: In my signature. :3
IC: Opening her eyes, she froze, and pointed her ears towards the direction of the noises. Snowflake had been sleeping in an old hollowed out log, her home base at the moment, when suddenly she heard the sounds of someone approaching. Carefully and noiselessly, she backed into the far end of the log, until she could go no farther. Just when the visitor was about to come into view, Snowflake bared her teeth, preparing for the worst. Then it appeared... a large lizard. She instantly relaxed, and was content to watch her new companion scurry about the leaves on the ground. It was with remorse that she saw it leave, not just because of the loneliness, but because she had let a decent meal out of her grasp...
Age: 6 months (yes she is just a kit)
Breed: Arctic Fox
Gender: Female
Alliance: Light
Desired Position: Private....?
Personality: Snowflake is shy, softspoken, innocent, naive, and serious. She is more of a listener than a speaker, usually only speaking when spoken to, except when she has questions. She has no memory of most of her life, caused by a previous trauma. Because of her small size she can get into places others can't and hide, watching her surroundings. Not being very strong, she tries to avoid fighting if at all possible.
Appearance: She is white/grey-silver, with black legs, ears, and tail, as though they were stained. Her eyes are blood red, giving her a slightly sinister look. Beneath her eyes are black blotches making her appear as if she has four eyes. Being a kit, she is small, and lack of decent food has made her scrawny.
History: Born into a small family of Darks on the outskirts of the territory, she led a mostly uneventful life until the age of 6 months. A small unit of Lights invaded her den and killed her parents. She saw the killing with her own eyes and became traumatized, and ran from the den as fast as her legs could carry her, and didn't stop for a break even after several days. Eventually she pushed herself to the limits mentally and physically, and collapsed, deep in the heart of Light territory. When she awakened, she had no memory of anything, except her name.
Picture: In my signature. :3
IC: Opening her eyes, she froze, and pointed her ears towards the direction of the noises. Snowflake had been sleeping in an old hollowed out log, her home base at the moment, when suddenly she heard the sounds of someone approaching. Carefully and noiselessly, she backed into the far end of the log, until she could go no farther. Just when the visitor was about to come into view, Snowflake bared her teeth, preparing for the worst. Then it appeared... a large lizard. She instantly relaxed, and was content to watch her new companion scurry about the leaves on the ground. It was with remorse that she saw it leave, not just because of the loneliness, but because she had let a decent meal out of her grasp...
