Post by vixen on May 4, 2012 11:08:17 GMT -5
VIXEN LEFORTE.
Power is power, the laws of the land. Those living for death, shall die by there own hands.
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NAME; Vixen
pronunciation; Vi-ex-en
nickname;Vi
meaning; A woman regarded as quarrelsome, or malicious.
origin; old english
GENDER; Female
AGE; 3 years
BIRTH SEASON; Spring
SPECIES; Maned wolf
PACK PREFERENCE; Probably Ilahlari.
RANK; rank here
FUR COLOR; Orange
EYE COLOR; Blood red
BODY BUILD; Tall, lanky- skinny.
UNUSUAL MARKINGS; Has an 'x' on her right hind leg, also has intricate markings on her black 'mane' which crawl downwards, and look much like vines.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;
Vixen appears to very much to be lke a macabre doll, so to speak- Very tall, but skinny and thin. She holds an exotic beauty that makes others weary of her; her horns. They are her trademark, and many say it is rumored that she is the devils spawn- which she makes no note to deny. Her fur is very thick, and long; and although she is easier to take down in a fight, she is very agile and gifted in moving evasively. Not to mention she is more then willing to fight to her final breathe.
AFFILIATION; affiliation here: dark
SEXUAL ORIENTATION; Straight
LIKES!;
- Power
- People who stand up to her
- Loyalty
DISLIKES!;
- Affection
- Color
- Emotion
PERSONALITY!;
Vixen, is quite the saucy little miss. Explicit, and impolite, the girl can be a bitch on her best of days. The girl is easily tempered, and a spitfire. Albeit those disadvantages, Vi can have the nicest of facades plastered among her twisting mug. But with that in mind- almost everything Vixen does has an ulterior motive in thought- and she will do anything to get places. Power hungry eyes seek to kill not only for the benefit- but for the thrill. She enjoys demoralizing and breaking down a wolf piece by piece. She knows she's bad, and flaunts it. Being quite egotistical, Vixen thinks she is, frankly- the shit. As if someone placed her specially on this earth to not only torment others- but to look damn good while she did it.
Vixen is a fierce, battle-ready dame with a heart of ice. She is not interested even in the slightest in love, or any of it's element. Although the idea of playing with the affections of someone is interesting, Vixen isn't one to play such childish games. Pups, and such simply disgusts her, she is to insensitive and self-absorbed to have much skill in maternal affairs, and children are far to dependent.
Vixen lives on the mindset that the world does not owe her anything, and is incredibly independent. She does not socialize well with others, but does not dismiss it all-together. She is also not exactly sarcastic- but possesses a dark humor, that comes off as rather morbid. The girl is definitely not one to try and impress others, unless perhaps they have something she wants. She is however extremely loyal to the bone, if you give her a good reason to be.
Aside from this, Vixen is quite the actress, she is able to pretend to be someone else very easily, in order to get out of tough situations. But she's quick to become herself once out of immediate harm.
HISTORY!;
`MOTHER: Seraphim
`FATHER: Reshkil
`SIBLINGS: Arica, Demorti, Necere, and Lera
`MATE: none
`PUPS: none
She carries her disease, the only pure thing left in her heart. Pure, but dangerous. It tainted, destroyed, and yet built her anew. Built her into the macabre horror she now is.
Born into a litter of 4 siblings, she could be considered the runt, the one that would surely die. So low expectations were set at an early age; but she proved them all wrong. Being a fierce, competitive girl, Vixen fought for everything, she learned at a very young age that nothing is ever free. Her sibilings loathed her. Albeit she in turn- despised them too, as Vixen wasn't born into life to simply make friends, no no. She was sure that something greater was meant for the egotistical dame, so idle time was not to be wasted making friends. Enemies however, were always around-mostly because she nearly viewed everyone as foe.
Her parents not only hated there daughter- but feared the creation they had helped make. As a young child, she of course- longed for praise, and acceptance from her parents. The love and affection that every parent would gift there pups. But no praise, or form of love was bestowed upon her, only her siblings. Perhaps if she had been given this as a child she would've changed. But no, sadly her story has no happy ending.
As she grew older, Vixen began to become angry, and spiteful towards her parents. She acted out, attacking other apprentices and whilst this was a cry for help-her parents turned a blind eye to the creature beginning to develop. Then, it happened. Obviously, relations with Vixen's family was already rather strained, and this broke everything. Perhaps in retrospect Vixen was a little too mean to the other apprentice, and they had gotten into a small scrap. But Vi got a little to carried away, and ended up killing her counter.
Immediate she was exiled from the pack in which she resided in, and sent off on her own without any remorse from her parents. After she was banished, her horns began to grow very gradually.
THEME SONG(S)!;
- "Drop the world", BY LIL' WAYNE.
- "lets kill tonight", BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO.
MEMBER NAME; MEW~
RP EXAMPLE;
Vixen was on the move, poised like a predator; the predator she was born to be. She hadn't had any thought to were each leg carried the horned dame; just that it would lead somewhere, and that was good enough. Each breathe allowed her tongue to snake out, tasting the air in an almost seductive danger. Nothing about Vixen could be considered seductive, or beautiful; and she liked that idea just fine, more the reason for everyone to cower below her just where they belonged.
Blood colored eyes could spot nothing in particular, but hill and the few trees. What if she could rid the world of all of this? It would surely be better as blackened charcoaled earth, less color to disease her eyes. As the thought settled peacefully in her mind, her nostrils caught the scent of another; and a disgustingly twisted grin crawled over her mug in excitement. An excited spur of adrenaline made her stomach tingle. An anxiousness tightened in her bones, and this was only fuel to her fire. The scent, still so distant was enough to send her body into a frenzy of feeling, aggression- a default for the dame, overcame all other emotion that reared it's head.
Moving hellbent, her paws switched direction and begin to follow the talltell scent, which reeked of an estrogen- telling the girl her company would be infact, female. A wave of arrogance washed over her, Vixen could already guess, a powerless lonely female alone. She came into view then, little time had passed since her first notification of the other dames presence, but Vixen was much more agile then given credit for.
When the white wolf came into few, Vixen smirked; taking note of the recent meal the girl had. A bunny, and what little was left, slain across the ground. Although Vixen had to admit- the kill had beautified the rather drab setting. The girl could not see Vixen, and her ivory teeth clenched in anticipation; a need to dominate bubbling inside of her. She waited no longer, and stepped out infront of the other wolf, her body in the form of an aggressive status. She made no haste in letting her venom ooze out of her tensed jaws. I own what is less then me, She purred coldly, narrowing her eyes; And that means, I own you. A hint of arrogance danced in her voice, assertion was the only way Vixen knew how to introduce herself to others, and usually it came off to others as incredibly egotistical, and frankly rather stupid. But Vixen would survive. The girl herself was rather plain in comparison to the outlandish appearence of Vixen's macabre nightmare, and Vixen didn't expect much of a fight with this one. She would submit, and then they could go on with the small talk, or so; Vixen thought.
WHERE DID YOU HEAR OF OUR SITE FROM;
[/b]Iuse to be here before, actually. I played Cyanide. xD [/b]
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