Post by Hybrid on Jan 14, 2011 17:04:53 GMT -5
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I’m Your Opheliac ~
[Name;] Storm
[Gender;] Female
[Species;] Half Timber, half Tundra wolf
[Age;] 5 Summers
[Pelt Colors;] A solid ebony, with a solitary white spot upon her chest.
[Eye Color;] Bright golden.
[Abnormalities;] Massive size, and impressive muscular build, a trait that runs in her family.
[Height;] 5’6”
[Weight;] 300 Lbs.
[Length;] 7 ft.
[Strange Markings;] N/A
I‘ve Been So Disillutioned ~
[Personality;]
Storm is a beast of few words, a wolf who spends her days alone in solitude rather than in the company of those she could call friends. Like her sister she could be described as the strong silent type, but unlike her sister, she lacks the gentle and caring nature that could at one point, be her sisters down fall. Storm has been around the block, she’s seen thing that most wolves who will never leave their birth packs ever will, and lots of those things have changed her entirely. For once this massive female used to be of the same sort of nature as her sister, caring toward those she held dear, and protective of her lands. Storm did not lack any of the basic qualities a wolf had when she was younger, but around the age of two years, something dreadful happened which not only caused Storm to change drastically, but it also caused her to lose everything she’d ever known and loved.
With the loss of everyone she’d known, Storm became, anti-social to say the least. Not to the point that she will alter her route to by pass those she might smell on the wind, but enough so that she will not directly speak out toward another wolf without a very good cause. Storm speaks with low tones, monotone, emotion in her voice is very rare, and if by some chance you get some emotion from her, do yourself a favor and run as fast as you can for as long as you can, because chances are you’ve pissed her off and that will not do. Storm may seem cruel on the outside, a true monster, but although she may use this façade to keep others away, in truth she is nothing really of the sort. Although one who will fight, trust me, she will fight you, she has never backed down from a challenge and the few obscure scares she carries are proof of her past battles, she is not one to attack those unable to defend themselves. She despises anyone who is willing to harm another for their own selfish gain, or for pleasure, and the code of honor she carries out will become apparent to anyone who has contact with this female more than once, however unlikely that may be. But if there were another word to describe the ebony female, it would be obsessive, for the way she constantly moves through the lands, following any sign or any trace of her sister, training, waiting, for the day that she and her sister will go to hell together.
[Likes;]
- The hunt, the joy of the hunt has been something that has made this female feel alive for years.
- Early mornings, the fresh air, possibly fog make this female relish the new day.
- Fall, although sporting a thick coat that easily keeps her warm during colder moths and sweltering in the hot ones, she finds the relaxed nature of fall rather soothing and the colors of the trees are lovely.
- Training, Storm is constantly sharpening her skills in battle, one thing that makes this massive female quite the deadly opponent considering she’s been doing this since the day she received her name and was aloud to walk into the world beyond her nursing den.
[Dislikes;]
- Arrogant, or vain wolves. These wolves often try to pick on Storm for her lack of feminine features, but when in comes to baring fangs, even they will admit that she’s not one to be underestimated.
- Rain, she dislikes it when her fur gets wet, she often seeks shelter when she knows rain approaches.
- Talkative wolves, for like I stated before, Storm’s of few words and does not take pleasure in long conversations.
- Ilshik’s, a word her father taught her when she was young. An Ilshik is a wolf who will willingly harm another for no real reason save for pleasure or selfish gain, these are wolf killers and are destined to walk the earth forever alone.
[Strengths;]
- Fighting, she’s one of the best.
- Hunting, on occasion Storm as been known to take down the sick and elderly deer and elk on her own.
- Her ability to decipher ones internal means and separate it, from the lies they use to hide it.
- The ability to see her match in another, and not feel threatened by it.
[Weaknesses;]
- Loner, without the company of others Storm finds herself pondering painful questions, this often has her in a very sour mood and heaven help the wolf who crosses her then.
- Insecure, although she doesn’t allow her insecurities to show through, when she’s alone, she often times feels that they could eat her alive.
- Curiosity, this is a direct contradiction to her loner streak, because in rare incidences this will cause her to approach another should they somehow spike her curiosity.
I Couldn’t Be Your Friend, My World Was To Unstable ~
[Mother;] Kaguya, Tundra Wolf (Deceased)
[Father;] Raven, Timber Wolf (Deceased)
[Siblings;] San, younger sister.
[Mate;] N/A
[Children;] N/A
[Birth Pack;] Blue Moon
[Current Pack; N/A[/font]
(c) Lyrics to Emilie Autumn
Outline to V.anadium of The Crossfire
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