Post by Vyra on Jun 27, 2011 22:32:29 GMT -5
VYRA.
Pray to your god, open your heart
Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark
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NAME; Vyra
pronunciation; Vy- Ra
nickname; none
meaning; none
origin; my head
GENDER; female
AGE; 3
BIRTH SEASON; early summer
SPECIES; gray wolf
PACK PREFERENCE; Ilahlari or Brena'he
RANK; none as of yet
FUR COLOR; dark gray
EYE COLOR; violet
BODY BUILD; well toned muscles, small and slim
UNUSUAL MARKINGS; Black from her knees down. White fur running from around her eyes to her ears and green from between her ears down her back. Small scar on her muzzle
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;
Her body is slightly smaller than the average female but she makes up for it in speed and stamina. The distance one wolf could cover in two days; Vyra could travel in just over a full day without stopping. Her body is trimmed with strictly muscle outfitted with long sharp teeth and razor claws. A long lean back, narrow shoulders and slim legs and tail give Vyra an excellent scout’s body. She is a skilled killer, possessing flawless balance as well as a unique talent that makes her appear to have the ability climb trees. Her coloring gives her good camouflage when scouting land although her white facial markings can give her away if she is careless. Soft gray fur covers most of her body with black covering the bottom half of her legs and green running down her back.
AFFILIATION; Dark
SEXUAL ORIENTATION; Hetrosexual
LIKES!;
- exploring
- carrying out missions for her superiors
- toying with her prey
DISLIKES!;
- swimming
- being in the open
- males who think charms and flattery mean something to her
PERSONALITY!;
She was raised and trained to be one of the best scouts and a supporting pack member. She lives to fill out the orders given to her by higher ranking wolves, serving them in the only way she knows how: detecting threats and exploring the home land. She has no problem being away from the pack for days at a time, but it still feels good to come back to the family after a patrol. As a very independent she-wolf, Vyra isn’t one to accept handouts willingly. If she does, it is a big sign that she is injured or ill, but she isn’t one to mention it out loud. Outside her contributions to the pack, she likes to relax around the group; occasionally playing with whatever pups that may be around. Most days she has a fairly sarcastic attitude, possibly a bit raw and bold. When dealing with leaders, she likes to make a game of it; stalking the line of pushing it too far. When it comes to males, they are mostly pack mates or scouting partners, her knowledge of the mate relationship is very limited: not much more than it being “exclusive friends.”
HISTORY!;
`MOTHER: Zyrin
`FATHER: Liran
`SIBLINGS: Emik, Tashy, Karyt and Rola
`MATE: None
`PUPS: None
Opting out of optional history for the moment.
THEME SONG(S)!;
- "Night of The Hunter", BY 30 Seconds To Mars.
- "River Below", BY Billy Talent.
MEMBER NAME;
Night
RP EXAMPLE;
You’ve known me for how long and you want an rp example from me!? FFIIIINNNEEE.... enjoy haha.
A round orb of silver marble peaked in the night sky. The velvety darkness stretched uninterrupted from horizon to horizon, various nocturnal sounds floating through the chilled air. The guards were laughing, the animals scavenging and above a frightening form glided silently over the landscape. It avoided the city and human eyes, banking slowly toward the ruins of the once proud structure of the fallen citadel. A great crimson dragon lighted on a broken wall, knowing that none of the towers could bare her bulk in their weakened condition. Leathery wings folded tightly against the dragon's body, her yellow and orange eyes searching the area. The eyes didn't leave the figure that stood in the night as they changed from those of a dragon to ones resembling a humans still showing their amber hues. A girl now stood on the crumbling wall where the dragon had just been, still staring at the man with a happy grin on her face. She spared one glance at the ground before she flipped off the brick, rolling against the dirt and grass to break her fall.
Dominique more or less bounced over to her master, her little body overflowing with energy. She gave no thought to the fact that her clothes were dusted with dirt and grass clung to her dark hair. After having a few days off and the midnight flight here, the apprentice had bundles of unfocused energy that was now attempting to escape in the more open area. Since her last mission, she was forced into down time by the nurse: studying theories and maps with her only source of energy output being long jogs in the fields. But there was the occasional "meeting" that they shared but it didn't burn enough of the pent up energy she carried. Good news was that her hand was healing well, although she could move it now, there was no strength in her grip but that would be fine by time she left for her mission. For now she kept it loosely wrapped with a strand of black material to remind herself of its inability to grasp objects and it didn't stand out as much as the standard white bandage.
She stopped next to the assassin and waited, surveying the old stronghold. She had never been here before and she wondered why he had chosen here to practice black magic. If anything, she would think that the white magic of the elves still lingered in the stone and would block their castings. But she didn't ask, knowing not to question his choice of location, Dom was just happy to get out of the wretched headquarters. Her spunky grin was still stretched across her face, fangs glimmering in the moonlight and her amber eyes starring into the sky.
WHERE DID YOU HEAR OF OUR SITE FROM;
[/b]Leto <3[/b]
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