Post by Nuramei on May 18, 2007 11:34:36 GMT -5
Character’s name: Nuramei (Nura)
Gender: Female
Age: 2 Human years
Alliance: Dark
Desired Position: Private (I really don’t care where she goes from there; you’ll see why)
Personality: Nuramei tends to keep an unbelievably calm demeanor in stressful situations, and can be witty when she feels like it. She’s a bit lazy though, preferring to avoid any work if possible. Nura isn’t incredibly fond of anyone bullying others and can get in their face about it if she’s in the mood. She very respectful of her betters and elders and is often submissive; she hardly ever challenges power of any sort, even those from other armys. One thing she can’t stand above all else is insults directed at uppers; it gets under her skin so bad, that she will even risk getting in a fight about it. It’s one of her weaknesses that could easily coax her into being irrational, which is probably the last thing you want. Battling Nuramei can be worse than fighting an angered bear when she’s riled.
Appearance: Nura is a silver fox, so her pelt is a deep blue-ish black. She often has a sleepy look about her, her eyes often closed while she “meditates” on and off duty. Nuramei is a bit stouter than most foxes; sturdy and petite. Because of her small size and dreamy outlook, most don’t see her as a threat which proves to be the undoing of most.
History: Nuramei and her two brothers were abandoned at the early age of three weeks. Although it is questioned why they were abandoned in the first place. There wasn’t any immediate danger to them however; they were sheltered in a small den, a hidden cubbyhole under an oak tree. For a few weeks, all three made short cautious trips outside of the hide-away. After about a month, her brothers threw caution to the wind and ventured out deep into the forest. A mistake on their part; because they were still small and didn’t know anything about the world outside their den, they were attacked and killed by a army a rouge wolves. Nura waited several days before resigning herself to the fact that they probably not coming home. Instead of mourning, she decided to leave the den once and for all, and set out for the north and any promises to be made there.
Picture:
IC: It was late afternoon when Nuramei awoke. She didn't mean to make her 'cat-nap' turn into a full-blown one. Sleepily looking about herself, she instantly reconized where she was. Her position wasn't far from the boundries of camp, but still in range for a quick dash back if need be. She slowly pushed herself into a sit position and gave a yawn. Not that she had anything to worry about.
A slight rustling to her left made her auds perk. Swiviling her head in fast and wide-orbed fasion, she gave the impression of a startled owl. The nearby brush swayed a little then stilled, and then repeated. Dropping out of her attentive position with a small smile painted on her maw, she lied back down on the grass and closed her orbs. Underneath her lazy countanace, her muscles tensed slightly as she listened to the brush part and something lope through the grass towards her. Waiting until it came within range, she leapt up quickly and made for the neck of the big creature. She missed by a hair; hissing a curse she dropped to the ground and rolled underneath what she believed to be a wolf. It was balck-pelted and far larger than she was, so more than likely, it was. But before Nura could try another attack, a large pad landed on her back, and the creature whiped around to face the minute terror.
"Get off me, you mangy, rot-fanged-" Nuramei growled as she tried vainly to get out from underneath the massive pad. A deep, warm chuckle sounded from above her.
"My, my, sure are fiesty today, aren't we Nuramei?" The fox paused in her struggle long enough to reconize the voice, "Zenya, is that you?"
The chuckle sounded again and the pad removed itself from Nura's back, "Of course...who else knows you're favorite napping spot?" Nuramei stretched her back a bit; Zenya didn't often realize how much weight she put on her pads. Smiling at her friend, Nuramei batted at the wolf's lowered maw playfully.
"Shame on you! I was trying to relax you know..."
Gender: Female
Age: 2 Human years
Alliance: Dark
Desired Position: Private (I really don’t care where she goes from there; you’ll see why)
Personality: Nuramei tends to keep an unbelievably calm demeanor in stressful situations, and can be witty when she feels like it. She’s a bit lazy though, preferring to avoid any work if possible. Nura isn’t incredibly fond of anyone bullying others and can get in their face about it if she’s in the mood. She very respectful of her betters and elders and is often submissive; she hardly ever challenges power of any sort, even those from other armys. One thing she can’t stand above all else is insults directed at uppers; it gets under her skin so bad, that she will even risk getting in a fight about it. It’s one of her weaknesses that could easily coax her into being irrational, which is probably the last thing you want. Battling Nuramei can be worse than fighting an angered bear when she’s riled.
Appearance: Nura is a silver fox, so her pelt is a deep blue-ish black. She often has a sleepy look about her, her eyes often closed while she “meditates” on and off duty. Nuramei is a bit stouter than most foxes; sturdy and petite. Because of her small size and dreamy outlook, most don’t see her as a threat which proves to be the undoing of most.
History: Nuramei and her two brothers were abandoned at the early age of three weeks. Although it is questioned why they were abandoned in the first place. There wasn’t any immediate danger to them however; they were sheltered in a small den, a hidden cubbyhole under an oak tree. For a few weeks, all three made short cautious trips outside of the hide-away. After about a month, her brothers threw caution to the wind and ventured out deep into the forest. A mistake on their part; because they were still small and didn’t know anything about the world outside their den, they were attacked and killed by a army a rouge wolves. Nura waited several days before resigning herself to the fact that they probably not coming home. Instead of mourning, she decided to leave the den once and for all, and set out for the north and any promises to be made there.
Picture:
IC: It was late afternoon when Nuramei awoke. She didn't mean to make her 'cat-nap' turn into a full-blown one. Sleepily looking about herself, she instantly reconized where she was. Her position wasn't far from the boundries of camp, but still in range for a quick dash back if need be. She slowly pushed herself into a sit position and gave a yawn. Not that she had anything to worry about.
A slight rustling to her left made her auds perk. Swiviling her head in fast and wide-orbed fasion, she gave the impression of a startled owl. The nearby brush swayed a little then stilled, and then repeated. Dropping out of her attentive position with a small smile painted on her maw, she lied back down on the grass and closed her orbs. Underneath her lazy countanace, her muscles tensed slightly as she listened to the brush part and something lope through the grass towards her. Waiting until it came within range, she leapt up quickly and made for the neck of the big creature. She missed by a hair; hissing a curse she dropped to the ground and rolled underneath what she believed to be a wolf. It was balck-pelted and far larger than she was, so more than likely, it was. But before Nura could try another attack, a large pad landed on her back, and the creature whiped around to face the minute terror.
"Get off me, you mangy, rot-fanged-" Nuramei growled as she tried vainly to get out from underneath the massive pad. A deep, warm chuckle sounded from above her.
"My, my, sure are fiesty today, aren't we Nuramei?" The fox paused in her struggle long enough to reconize the voice, "Zenya, is that you?"
The chuckle sounded again and the pad removed itself from Nura's back, "Of course...who else knows you're favorite napping spot?" Nuramei stretched her back a bit; Zenya didn't often realize how much weight she put on her pads. Smiling at her friend, Nuramei batted at the wolf's lowered maw playfully.
"Shame on you! I was trying to relax you know..."
*glomps Nuramei*
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