Post by moonsky on Jun 14, 2007 12:56:58 GMT -5
Name: Formosa
Meaning: Beautiful in Latin
Age: Four Years
Gender: Female
Fur colour: It used to be jet black all around but her muzzle has started to grey a slight bit, losing it's colour. Now she is more or less a dark shade of grey.
Eye colour: Sky blue, pupiless.
Build: Quite large, not too much though. She had a large male-like chest and strong shoulders. Can fight off quite a few wolves.
Personality: Mysterious and calm. She withdraws herself into her own little world which no-one but herself can see. She is slightly touched in the head-as she may believe she saw a fairy with her when really it was her mind playing tricks on her. In a daze and with fogs or mist so she is hidden well from the real world. But when fighting she can be cruel and sometimes you just don' want to upset her...
Mother: Nekura
Father: Ignarus
Siblings: None that mean much to her
History: She was a forever wanderer-withdrawign into her own little world, chasing butterflies instead of playing with her brothers and sisters. Learining not to hunt like most wolves. She got into fights as she reached her teen ages though, left her face badly scarred. She then grew out of it all and felt rather depressed for around three months. She nearly died in na fight with a stag-she saw a wolf pack hunting real food and she decided to join. Most of it shall be spread out through roleplay. She gives off tiny peices of information abotu her life. She had always been like that- and ever since she was a child she was labled a liar.
Scars: Many over her muzle and face. one crosses her right eye and sometimes catches the light-making it an eerie blue-like colour.
Likes: Wandering off and returning back many hours later.
Dislikes: Having to focus on her surroundings or any male wolves that treat her like something that was here just to give birth to young.
Mate: Most males have been challenging this femme and most lost to her. She earned her reputation and now no male dares ask to become her mate. She will chose when she finds him.
Cubs: She had one litter-but only one survives. Where? She must find out.
Other: her ears has a single silver ring.
Meaning: Beautiful in Latin
Age: Four Years
Gender: Female
Fur colour: It used to be jet black all around but her muzzle has started to grey a slight bit, losing it's colour. Now she is more or less a dark shade of grey.
Eye colour: Sky blue, pupiless.
Build: Quite large, not too much though. She had a large male-like chest and strong shoulders. Can fight off quite a few wolves.
Personality: Mysterious and calm. She withdraws herself into her own little world which no-one but herself can see. She is slightly touched in the head-as she may believe she saw a fairy with her when really it was her mind playing tricks on her. In a daze and with fogs or mist so she is hidden well from the real world. But when fighting she can be cruel and sometimes you just don' want to upset her...
Mother: Nekura
Father: Ignarus
Siblings: None that mean much to her
History: She was a forever wanderer-withdrawign into her own little world, chasing butterflies instead of playing with her brothers and sisters. Learining not to hunt like most wolves. She got into fights as she reached her teen ages though, left her face badly scarred. She then grew out of it all and felt rather depressed for around three months. She nearly died in na fight with a stag-she saw a wolf pack hunting real food and she decided to join. Most of it shall be spread out through roleplay. She gives off tiny peices of information abotu her life. She had always been like that- and ever since she was a child she was labled a liar.
Scars: Many over her muzle and face. one crosses her right eye and sometimes catches the light-making it an eerie blue-like colour.
Likes: Wandering off and returning back many hours later.
Dislikes: Having to focus on her surroundings or any male wolves that treat her like something that was here just to give birth to young.
Mate: Most males have been challenging this femme and most lost to her. She earned her reputation and now no male dares ask to become her mate. She will chose when she finds him.
Cubs: She had one litter-but only one survives. Where? She must find out.
Other: her ears has a single silver ring.